Chapter 3737: Battle of Soldiers and Ink

However, in the eyes of Yang Yunlang and other military strategists, Moyu Qiancheng is just putting gold on his face.

"When you were kicked out of the house back then, you were quite majestic, haha, insidious and cunning, licentious and immoral, how could the Mohist accept you? Although I am an enemy of the Mohist, but kicking you and other black sheep out of the Mohist is absolutely It's a good thing. Now that you dare to return to the Mo family, it seems that you really don't regard yourself as an outsider, haha. Even if I let you go, do you think you can enter the gate of the Mo family? Hurt yourself My sister-in-law, you are a scum, you deserve to be infamous forever!"

"Eternal stench—"

"Ten thousand years—"

With a roar that shook the sky and resounded through the sky, Yang Yunlang almost completely approached Mo Yuqiancheng's heart, making Moyu Qiancheng and the people of the Mo family all furious. Even after a hundred thousand years, Mo Yuqiancheng's heart is still Can't let go, because he was wronged, because he is bound to seek justice for himself.

Originally, Moyu Qiancheng did not intend to conflict with the soldiers. After all, he has not returned to Nantong Shenzhou for a hundred thousand years. He no longer knows what the current situation is. Nizi, however, was aggressive, filling Mo Yuqiancheng with anger, and he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

"Grandpa, let's fight them! We must not let this group of military strategists smash and underestimate them. If they dare to insult you, we will make them pay with blood!"

Mo Ling Dongchen stepped forward with a majestic aura, and met Yang Yunlang's eyes.

A head of black hair flutters in the air, and her gray clothes are like black and gray, like a landscape painting with splashed ink. On her body, there is a different charm and elegance. Although she is a woman, Mo Ling Dongchen is the strongest in the entire Mohism today. Or, she wants to bring her grandfather back to the Mo family, and let the Mo family see whose fault it was.

"It's interesting. If you want to fight, then I, Yang Yunlang, will accompany you to the end and act wildly on the territory of my military family. The exiles of your Mo family are really more and more disgusting. You can do everything. ,Hahaha."

Yang Yunlang was full of sarcasm, and was full of contempt for the entire Mo family. At this time, the two sides were already at war.

The arrow is on the string, I have to send it!

Mo Ling Dongchen was not the kind of person who was willing to be led by the nose. Now that his strength has become stronger, it is not impossible to fight against military strategists. Moreover, they are all elites in the family. Even if they really fight, They may not be at a disadvantage either.

Enduring the humiliation of the predecessors of the previous generation, everyone in the Mohist family looked at death as if they were at home,

Facing the military strategists, the fighting spirit is fierce, and the arrogance soars to the sky!

"Bitch, today, I, Mo Ling Dongchen, will definitely make you pay for your every word and deed."

Holding the long sword in his hand, Mo Ling Dongchen shot up from the ground with lights and shadows. His slender figure, like a fairy or a charm, slashed towards Yang Yunlang in an instant.

"Well done!"

Yang Yunlang also yelled coquettishly, with a pair of green scissors, he has traversed the world for countless years. As a military genius, he is definitely not weaker than Mo Ling Dongchen. The geniuses I saw, the divine soldiers descending from the sky, clanging endlessly, and the battle between Mo Ling Dongchen and Yang Yunlang also attracted everyone's attention.

"What are you still doing, kill me!"

The soldiers roared and went straight to the remaining members of the Mo family. This battle was not just a battle between them alone.

Mo Yuqiancheng roared, as the ancestor of the Mohist family, he is duty-bound. This time he returned to Nantong Shenzhou because he wanted to justify his name, but now he has not yet arrived at the Mohist family, but he has been insulted repeatedly by the soldiers. How can the people of Mohism remain calm?

Qingjiao scissors swept across the universe, as a rare genius disciple of military strategists, Yang Yunlang was also extremely talented. In the battle with Mo Ling Dongchen, both of them played to the extreme, from the sky to the ground, on the mountain peaks, between the green waters, all It is their battlefield.

The power of the two women is even more incomparable, that kind of decisive aura, compared to men, women do not give way to men.

"Dong Chen, be careful!"

Mo Yuqiancheng reminded Mo Ling Dongchen that his granddaughter was more competitive than himself. Over the years, as a Mohist genius, he has risen continuously, surpassing everyone, and has become the number one Mohist.

Mo Ling Dongchen nodded slightly, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, and the battle with Yang Yunlang showed her unique domineering spirit.

Yang Yunlang is by no means easy to deal with, rising from the ranks of the army, he is one of the most powerful masters of the military, guarding the battlegrounds of the military, commanding countless disciples of the military, the style of a female general is lamentable, and everyone lowers their eyebrows.

In the fight between Mo Ling Dongchen and Yang Yunlang, the tip of the needle was against Maimang, neither of them ever slacked off for a moment, and if they were a little careless, they might be taken advantage of by the other party.

Although there are not many Mohist disciples, they are all elites. There are as many as five masters in the late stage of the God Emperor Realm and the Xiaotongtian Realm, and the rest are elite disciples of the sect, and they are not afraid of fighting.

The victory of the military strategist lies in the large number of people, coupled with Yang Yunlang's domineering, when he meets the Mohist's hand-to-hand soldiers, the situation is irreversible. Light and shadow fill the sky, the shadow of swords and knives, the sound of clanging, lasts for a long time, and the sound of shouting and killing is shocking. Breaking the sky, in this battle, dozens of masters of the God Emperor Realm intertwined, the kind of tragedy can be imagined.

"The technique of black ink attack, Tianxuan Nine Revolutions!"

Mo Ling Dongchen's sword trembled, invisible and invisible, and fell down. Yang Yunlang twisted the Qingjiao scissors, opening and closing with unabated aura.

"The dragon moves!"

One after another cold light approached, and the two of them approached again, the divine soldiers were intertwined, one after another, all of them were shaken back, almost indifferent.

Mo Ling Dongchen and Yang Yunlang hardly stagnate at all, the impact of the two of them has already become a beautiful landscape, at this moment.

"It seems that this Mo family is really mobilizing teachers and mobilizing people."

Jiang Chen looked at this terrifying battle. For more than 30,000 miles, no one could survive the disaster. Mountains collapsed and ground cracked, ancient trees were burned, and the sky collapsed.

The battle between the powerhouses of the God Emperor Realm is unavoidable, that kind of massive situation.

Mo Ling Dongchen's current strength is also quite strong. The state of Datongtian in the late stage of the God Emperor Realm is the same as Mo Yu Qiancheng, the head of the Mohist branch. It seems that Mo Ling Dongchen has suffered a lot over the years.

However, the battle between Mo Ling Dongchen and Yang Yunlang was quite fierce. The Qingjiao scissors in Yang Yunlang's hands were also powerful, and they were so powerful. In their own territory, could the Mo family get away with it? ?