Seeing those twenty or thirty people who looked like walking corpses, the three of the Ye Family couldn't help feeling a chill.They narrowed their eyes to watch that the pace had obviously slowed down because of the injury. The people with blood on their bodies walked toward them with heavy steps. The swords that fell on the ground dragged on the ground, and they There is no clear color in his eyes.

They are terrible like this!

They look as if they are occupied by something, unable to notice their own injuries, and cannot feel the pain in their bodies, and, in their bodies, the pervading cold air is so obvious, so obvious. They shuddered as they were not free.

Feng Jiu was about to do it, and Xuanyuan Mo Ze held her down: "No need, someone is coming."

Hearing this, Feng Jiu glanced in the direction where the movement was coming, then retracted his hand and turned and took Xuanyuan Moze's hand to leave.

Song Yiping glanced at them on the ground, moved his mouth, wanting to say something, and finally turned and left without speaking.

However, at this moment, a voice came with anger.

"Yiping! Stop for me!"

When Patriarch Song arrived, he saw the figure turning around and recognized his son at a glance. When he saw that he was leaving, he immediately drank: "You are all back now, why don't you go home? See me. Do you still want to leave?"

Song Yiping froze and paused for a moment. When the people coming from behind saw the corpse on the ground and the wounded people, they couldn't help but gasp.

"Hey! What, what is going on!"

"Stop them! Don't let them go!" As soon as someone drank, the two teams quickly stepped forward to stop Feng Jiu and the others.

"Clang!"

"Ah! What are you doing! Stop it!" Some people stepped forward, but were violently held swords by those people. They instinctively blocked them, and looked at the wounded people in shock and astonishment.

"They have lost their senses, let's tie them up first!" The Ye family members were helped aside by their family members, helping them deal with their wounds.

"Lost reason? How come?" When the people of several families who came one after another heard this, they couldn't help but widen their eyes. They couldn't help but see their people covered in blood and large and small wounds. Exclaimed.

"Oh my God! They were hurt so badly! This, this is not only traumatic, but also internal..."

Ignoring the exclamation behind him, Feng Jiu took Xuanyuan Moze's hand, raised his eyes and glanced at the person blocking the road ahead, and said lazily, "Are you sure you want to stop us?"

Those people looked at each other and said, "If you don't figure it out, you can't go!"

"Sneez!" Feng Jiu sneered, "We didn't hurt them like this. Why can't we leave?" Her voice was cold, and as soon as her voice fell, a coercion followed, directly Shake away the people blocking the road ahead.

"what!"

Those people were shocked by the pressure, fell to the ground and puffed out a mouthful of blood. They looked at the plain-looking Tsing Yi woman in horror. For a while, they were so shocked that they could not speak.

"If you want to stop my way, it depends on whether you have this ability." Feng Jiu said slowly, and walked forward step by step holding Xuanyuan Moze.

"You get out of the way!" Song Yiping drank at them, worried that if they step forward, Madam Ling would hit them hard.