Chapter 3773: Chu Mo Li

Ye Atian said, "Go and kill 100,000 troops and the residents of this city! These people are left to me to deal with."
A few spirits fell into the rain, followed by a furious anger: "Are you crazy? What is the relationship between our grievances and ordinary people and soldiers in Xiaoyao?
Ye Atian said: "It doesn't matter. But this is the style of the state teacher."
His eyes were faintly dark, and his eyes were dark and radiant.
The body also began to swell at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.
"Breaking heaven!"
Defending a sigh of coolness, the confidence in her eyes was almost instantly defeated.
"Your beastly strength has already reached a world of destruction!"
If it is the peak of the cracked sea, there are six people in Yun Ruohan, plus 100,000 Xiaoyao Army, there may still be a fight.
But defending the world would never think of it.
It's just that the four subordinates of Ye Chengfeng have all reached the "Breaking Heaven".
One [Breaking Heaven] can already slaughter a sect.
Now there are four, how can Xiaoyao City resist it.
Ye Ahuang put out her tongue and licked her sharp claws, sneer: "I advise you to grab your hands right away, or you may die better."
After that, his body suddenly disappeared.
Straight into the iron head not far away.
That figure almost caught up with Ling Yusheng.
Where can the iron head react?
Just in the blink of an eye, he felt a pain in his chest and something pierced his skin.
At this moment, the iron head felt that death was approaching himself infinitely.
However, the pain stayed on his superficial skin and stopped.
The square was very quiet.
There is only a gentle sound in everyone's ears.
"If I were you, this claw, I wouldn't grab it."
"After all, it is too wasteful for a shattering powerhouse to bury a soldier, isn't it?"
Ye Ahuang's body was stiff, and slowly returned to God.
I saw a black arrow in the void, aiming at the position of his brows.
Just as long as his claws penetrated the iron-headed chest.
The black arrows would run through his head, letting him die.
Ye Ahuang's face was blue and purple. He reached out and touched the black arrows hanging in the air, but his face was pale and frightened, and he hurried back.
"Is this the [curse]? You ... who the are you ?!"
Ye Ahuang's gaze fell on Chu Moli.
That obviously should be the most inconspicuous being of Xiaoyaomen.
Sitting in a wheelchair is not good enough to look like a weak scholar.
At this time, his face was as white as gold paper, as if the wind would fall.
But this man, holding a silver long bow in his hand, fired something like an arrow, but not an arrow, which made Ye Ahuang feel a deadly threat.
Chu Moli retracted the stringed bow, and the black arrows floating in front of Ye Ahuang disappeared like smoke.
He coughed lightly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth without any trace.
Ye Ahuang returned to Ye Atian with vigilance.
Ye Atian's look was also a little dignified, his eyes were fixed on Chu Moli for a long time, and then he chuckled, "I'm afraid that you haven't shot the four arrows before, so you've already died?"
Chu Moli stopped coughing, looked at Ye Atian, and smiled, "You guys can try and see how many arrows I can shoot!"
Ye Axuan said coldly: "Or I can kill you first, so that you have no chance to shoot an arrow!"