MTL - Legend of the Asura-v10 Chapter 687 Duanmu

"Duan Muxiong, you are finally here." The face that has been calm and calm has finally become awkward. Duan Muxiong, the current Duanmu owner, is also the strongman who led the four great families to pursue the wind and the wind, the five masters under the siege of the wind and the serious injury, put the last breath back home, handed the wind to the sky Blade, leave the last words and let go.

The heart is no longer calm, he is gnashing his teeth and thinking about the most cruel methods of torture.

Duanmu Xiongnian and fifty, but no need to face. He glanced at the three younger brothers who had been helped by Duanmu Wuhong. He whispered: "You are going!" Then he waved his hand and shouted: "Duanmu five!"

The four people behind him immediately moved up, standing in their own positions and encircling the wind in the middle. Then, with Duanmuxiong sipping, five people simultaneously sworded and screwed five completely different sword flowers. The front and rear of the wind are completely sealed. I was too lazy to look at it, and my hands crossed a circle at the same time. I immediately put all five swords in my hand, and then I waved them with five swords at the same time. The hilts hit the front chest of their masters. They beat them and vomited blood and flew out.

In the presence of God, human beings' savvy moves are ridiculous. If it’s not the wind that doesn’t want them to die so easily, their chests are already running through.

After Duanmu Xiong fell to the ground, he squirted another blood again. He couldn’t get up again. He sighed silently and looked sad. "The **** movie is really worthy of the name. The most powerful five of my Dumu is so unbearable in front of you." One hit. Hehe... Yeah, if we didn’t guess wrong, you should be a descendant of the wind, and report your father’s hatred, and you’re righteous, you can do it. But you have a debt and you have to let go here. Others. I can swear to you, after you kill me, my descendants will never find you to seek revenge... cough..."

This popular wind is absolutely not light, Duanmu Xiong guilt has been severely damaged, and the sternum has also broken several.

The wind sneered and slowly walked over to him. The four middle-aged people with swords were shocked, but they couldn’t even get up. They could only look at him with a red eye. They have been with Duan Muxiong since childhood, and he is a loyal guard, both a master servant and a friend.

"Do you think that you will let others go like this? Do you think that killing you will make up for the pain and hatred of me and my sister over the years? It’s ridiculous, it’s ridiculous... I have to say, yours The Qijie is not bad, I will change your mind to give you a good time. You can rest assured that all your family members will immediately reunite with you!" The wind slowly raised the flying feather blade in his hand.

"the host!!"

"boom!"

"Don't hurt my big brother!"

"Da Bo!!"

"stop!!!"

The moment when the wind flies off the feather blade, a few shouts screamed at the same time, and Duanmu rushed to Duanmuxiong in front of him, protecting him on his body, and a gunshot sounded at the same time... and finally, an old man But the full-fledged drink overshadowed all the sounds and shook their eardrums.

The action of the wind stopped, and the left hand stretched out, grabbing the sniper bomb that was almost attached to his head.

"Master, don't go over! The old slave begged you!"

"Dad! Let's go, don't go over!"

"Let's leave, don't stop me!"

"砰", a old man who was screaming at him was thrown to the ground by his backhand.

The sultry corner of the mouth sneered again. The Duanmuxiong and Duanmu, who were kneeling on the ground, were all shocked and looked at the direction of the sound. Then they were scared to see an old man coming over with a sullen face. The previous big drink was sent by him. He was followed by a panicked middle-aged man. It was the second owner of this generation. He dragged the old man to escape from the secret passage, but he broke free. .

"Dad... How come you are, go quickly! Second brother, you..." Duanmu Xiong shouted with a bite.

Duanmu's two owners shook their heads helplessly: "I can't stop him, so I can only come with him."

"Bastard! I have lived for a lifetime in order to end the family, how can it be destroyed in the hands of an outsider." Duanmu violently screamed, the invisible pressure made this situation, the three sons in this situation still do not dare to breathe. He looked at the wind and shouted: "You are the **** shadow?"

"Yes." The wind fainted, and the left hand bounced, and the sniper bomb caught in his hand flew back along the original route. Bring a clear scream on the attic 30 meters away.

Duanmu’s face was twitching, and with this one hand, he knew that Duanmu’s family could never fight this person. He said with a sullen face: "It seems that we have inadvertently offended people who should not be offended, but you can find us for so many years in order to report your father's hatred, indicating that you are a person of affection and righteousness. Change your life, use my life to pay back your father's life, let go of the innocent people of my Duanmu family, how?"

"Dad, you are going!" Duanmu Xiong struggling to reach out, but was glanced at Duanmu.

I watched this year, nearly eighty years old, white-haired, but still arrogant old man glanced, suddenly laughed, then looked sarcastically: "What are you, what qualifications and my father changed One life, what qualifications are there to talk to me about conditions, do you match?!"

"You!" Duan Mulie's body swayed sharply. An old man who grew up from small to large was humiliated when he was so naked.

"Oh... the purpose of my visit this time is very simple, that is, let your Duanmu home never do. Then, let's start with your old man. I want you to let these three waste sons know that their father was killed by the enemy. What is the taste of death but not revenge!!"

Duan Mulie trembled all over the body, and his three sons’ faces all showed a desperate color. His second son clenched his fist and finally slammed into the air and punched his face. The wind slammed out a finger to block his fist, and then gently dialed, the two masters suddenly flew out like a frustrated leaf, rolled a few laps on the ground to stop the body, but could not climb again.

"Everything!" Duanmu Lie sighed, and at this time, the wind finally lifted Feiyu, and stabbed Duanmu Lie in the panic of fright and despair...

"Hey, come back, don't go over!"

"Little Master, come back soon!! There are bad people there!"

Maybe it’s the day that people are not willing, and it’s a cry that interrupts the wind. This is a woman's voice with a crying voice. This voice makes the windy eyes complicated, and the emotions are intertwined in the chest. It takes a while to restore calm.

Hearing this shouting, Duan Mulie, and now the three homeowners, like Wen Yan, looked at the source of the sound with a terrified look.

It was a very small figure, and the height was not even as long as the wind. He ran hard to the side, with a strange smile on his face, and he followed a large group of people, male and female, old and young, all in order to catch up with him and rush to this side. The one who chased the front was the woman who had made him heartbreaking.

The steady and rocky Duanmu Lie showed the extreme panic color. He almost snarled and shouted: "Hey, don't come over!!" Then he ran desperately in the direction of Duanmu, but was smashed with a foot The old body fell heavily on the ground. However, he did not care about the pain of his body, and he tried hard to let Duanmu go back.

As long as Duanmu is still there, Duanmu has hope, as long as Duanmu is still there, even if Duanmu is turned into nothing, there will be a day of re-emergence. If even he is dead, then the Duanmu home is really finished.

Duan Mulie and the expressions of his three sons were taken into account by him, so that he fully understood the weight of this little child in Duanmujia. He smiled cruelly, his body suddenly flew out, grabbed Duanmu in his hand, and then flew back. A short flying feather blade was placed on top of his neck.

"Ah!!" Seeing Duanmu's hand in the **** shadow, Duanmu Lie made a desperate roar, struggling to get close. The northern sacred butterfly saw the **** short blade placed on the neck of Duanmu, suddenly swaying, and in the panic, he fainted directly, and was supported by the two maids behind her.

"You waste! Bastard! I am not letting you take the children away!! What are you doing! If you have something wrong, I want you all to be buried!" Duanmu Li, who has always been calm, screamed.

"I'm sorry for the lord...but the young master was still very embarrassed before, but suddenly he ran out, we..."

"Shut up!! Go and save your baby!!"

What surprised the wind is that these people who have no fighting ability, and who have no weapons or firearms, are rushing to him for this boy who is held by him, even though he knows that the other is a **** movie. Ming knows that it is a death, but in order to save their hope, they really don’t want to die.

This also makes the wind know the value of this little child. He kicked the little Xuanwu at the foot, Xiao Xuanwu immediately noticed, the front foot lifted and fell, the earth trembled, and a large gully formed in the exclamation. In front of the wind, the shape of the foot is more than three meters wide, the bottom is not bottom, the length is even more horrible, the entire Dumu Mountain Villa is cut into two halves by this gully.

The last hope was so isolated that they were kneeling on the edge of the ravine and burst into tears. If the young master who is all hopeful of Duanmujia is also dead, then Duanmujia is really finished.

This is not a simple child... The wind is silently thinking that he is so close to him, but he can hardly feel the existence of any vitality. The weak vitality may only support a small grass on the side of the road. And he stood there lively, with big eyes without fear, and he couldn't even believe it if he saw it with his own eyes.

It is the change of my own chaos that makes the sense of spirituality fade away, or what special physique this child has.

And he is called the nephew, the same name as himself, but the surname of Duanmu who is resentful.

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