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Long Sorrow Song Mu Qing Yu 35960K 2022-07-21

”It seems like the madame wants to take me down?” Ye Mo Han asked again.

”Young noble Ling, we have not reached the point where we're going to die.” ”Lu Zibai's mother looked at the people behind her.” As long as you surrender, I guarantee that you will have your corpse intact after you die. ”

”Madame, do you think I'm someone who would surrender without a fight?” Ye Wen was calm and composed. In this kind of situation, he didn't panic in the slightest.

”Mother.” Lu Zihan said fiercely. ”Don't talk nonsense with him, just let my big brother Xiao Lin kill him.”

Lu let out a long sigh as he turned the corner. He shot a look at Tang Xiaolin, who understood and charged forward with her sword raised. Tang Xiaolin had wanted to kill Ye Mo Han ever since Lu Zibai was killed in the morning. She was afraid that he would say what she said to him in front of everyone, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Her sword danced in the air. Tang Xiaolin had already activated her sword, and Ye Chonglou was instantly enveloped by it. Tang Xiao Lin's sword was as vicious as a poisonous snake. Tang Xiao Lin was arrogant and arrogant. Ye Han thought that Tang Xiao Lin's swordsmanship was superior to others. After ten moves, Ye Han already felt that Tang Xiao Lin's swordsmanship was better than ordinary swordsmen. Compared to the Sword Art of the Righteous Wind, it was like the difference between the radiance of the stars and the glow of the moon. It was easy for Ye Mo Han to defeat Tang Xiao Lin, but he didn't understand why she would recommend him, and why her mother didn't stop him.

Lu Zihan was disgusted with Tang Xiaolin, so she let her go on purpose. She probably wanted to use Ye Mo Han's hand to kill him. How could her mother not see this? The strange thing was that her mother did not stop her and allowed Tang Xiaolin to fight alone. Perhaps, her mother also hated the Tang family. Ye Mo Han was busy dealing with Tang Xiao Lin, as well as checking the crowd's reactions. It was clear to see that almost all of the Lu family's hanger-ons disliked Tang Xiao Lin. Perhaps what these people hoped for the most was that the two would die together, saving themselves a lot of trouble.

Tang Xiaolin swung her sword horizontally, forcing Ye Mo to retreat. He leaped into the air and slashed several times. The sword light and the sunlight mixed together, forming a white halo of light that covered Ye Wen. Ye Wen's cold palm power gushed out, and an invisible power surged out of his palm, colliding with the halo. When the power dispersed, the ring of light was like a shattered ripple, dispersing from a point in the air until it completely disappeared. Tang Xiao Lin spun to her side, ready to strike again. But as soon as she lifted her sword, she felt her right arm being struck. It was so sore she couldn't hold the sword. Before Tang Xiao Lin's sword could land on the ground, Ye Mo Han kicked his body into Ye Mo Han's house. Even the door was smashed open. It wasn't until Tang Xiao Lin fell inside that the sword fell to the ground. After Ye Mo Han had destroyed the ring, he suddenly moved to Tang Xiaolin's side. He knocked the sword out of Tang Xiaolin's hand with his palm, and then kicked her out of the ring as fast as he could. These movements were done in one go at an extremely fast speed. It was so fast that not many people present could clearly see Ye Mo Han's movements. Tang Xiao Lin was like a puppet being tossed around by an invisible hand.

Previously, Ye Mo Han had forced back the three people that were attacking him, so everyone was not surprised. Many of the hanger-ons present knew that Tang Xiao Lin was not Ye Mo Han's match, but they never expected him to defeat her so quickly. Everyone wondered if they would be able to fend off Tang Xiaolin's attacks if they fought him.

Ye Chanhan had sent Tang Xiaolin flying in the blink of an eye. This had helped him establish his prestige in front of the crowd, and had made the guests who had previously held him in contempt fear him. Once a person had fear, it was equivalent to having a weakness.