Vol 2 Chapter 145: Old dog, are you still waiting to die?

Xiao Lang's eyes narrowed, and he had a hostage in his hand. This person actually did it directly? Aren't you afraid that you would kill the blood stabbing?
Xue Kui didn't expect it, so he didn't move for the first time. Just when he was stunned for a while, the war emperor had already rushed into the gate, and the speed was so fast that Xue Kui had no time to rescue him, and a war knife turned into a shadow. Come, directly at Xiao Lang's head.
Xiao Lang had two choices, first to die, second to kill the blood thorn, and then to die.
The speed of the war emperor was not something Xiao Lang could avoid, and the terrifying energy contained in the sword that broke through the air could easily split his head in half.
The scene on the field solidified at this moment, and everyone looked at that shockingly slash, waiting for Xiao Lang's reaction.
Xiao Lang reacted quickly. He did not directly destroy the blood thorn, but at the moment when the knife was issued, he grabbed the blood thorn in his hand, pinched his neck, and treated the blood thorn as a piece of flesh. The shield stood in front of his body.
He didn't believe that this person would fight to kill the blood thorn as well as kill him, and he would be in full view.
"call out!"
really--
The saber trembled in the air, and the trajectory changed and turned into a few afterimages, which struck Xiao Lang from the left at a tricky angle.
"Huanwu Slash!"
Xiao Lang was calm and calm, without panic, holding the blood thorn in his neck, treating him as a weapon, and shaking in the air as a shield, sending out the Magic Slash that Lu Ming bestowed on him, making this war emperor's mind. An illusion formed inside, no matter how he slashed the battle knife, he would eventually stab the blood thorn.
He can now be certain that this war emperor is either the head of the blood stab clan, even if he accidentally wounds the blood stab, it is not a big deal. Either it was to give Xiao Lang such an illusion that he didn't care about Xiao Lang killing the blood thorn, but made Xiao Lang afraid to move. No matter what, Xiao Lang had already made up his mind, using the blood thorn as a shield war knife, and constantly issued the magic slash. I don't kill people, but kill yourself.
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the opposite Zhan Huang, and the knife turned again and slashed in the other direction of Xiao Lang. The speed was too fast, and Xiao Lang was almost dazzled.
"Phantom Demon Slash!"
Xiao Lang fought against a strong war emperor for the first time, and his heart tightened to the limit. At this moment, as long as he has a slight response error, he will be split in half by that war knife. He can only pick up all his energy, keep sending out the magic slash, giving the other party an illusion, it seems that he will stab the blood thorn in the end.
"Shoo!"
At this time, the scene of the two fighting was very happy. The war emperor kept slashing the swords at lightning speed, and eventually he would stab the blood stab. He could only take the sword halfway and continue to attack. On the other hand, Xiao Lang seemed to be playing a treasure, carrying a blood stab and dancing in the air. There was a mysterious tool inserted in the blood stab's butt, and blood was flowing across his body. At this moment, he was waving in the air like a meat shield, and his face was pale in fear , But did not dare to make a sound. It seems that this person has a lofty prestige in their family that makes him afraid to speak.
After a while, the war emperor stood with the knife helplessly. Of course, he didn't want to kill the blood stab, nor did he want to kill someone with the knife, and no one in the court believed that he would murder the blood stab. Because everyone knows this person, it's the blood-stabbed father Blood Autumn City Lord.
Xue Qiu's expression was cold, his eyes locked on Xiao Lang, and he said proudly, "Let him go!"
"Participate in the Blood Autumn Lord!"
Everyone in the court, including Xuekui, bent over to salute this person at the same time. Although Xuekui is also very strong, he is obviously inferior to this person. After the salute, he winked at Xiao Lang and signaled the matter. There is nothing he can do.
Xiao Lang didn't understand why the Bloody Day hadn't appeared, but he knew very well that this matter was troublesome today, perhaps he had become the abandoned son of the Bloody Day. If this matter is not dealt with properly, this brothel is where he was buried, so he can only insist on saying: "I am not stupid, let him go, I have only a dead end!"
"Do you think you can still live? There are many kinds of death. I can make you worse than death, and torture you slowly to kill you!" The coldness in Xueqiu's eyes made Xiao Lang tremble a little. The murderous aura made his mind frightened even more, and he felt that what this person said would definitely be normal.
Would Xiao Lang be afraid of death?
When the heat is not good, so he has a dreadful smile at the corner of his mouth, lifts the blood stab, and fights to say: "In that case, what are you waiting for, old dog? Come on!"
"Wow!"
Xiao Lang's toughness and arrogance caused a slight noise in the field. A traitor, a surrender, who was so arrogant in the Blood Emperor City, would he dare to insult the blood autumn? Xueqiu is one of the six family patriarchs. His second uncle is also the elder of the blood sect. His status is so high that he would be polite to see him even on the day.
But they seemed to forget one thing, Xiao Lang didn't know the identity of the blood autumn, so what if he knew it? Not to mention the Patriarch of a big family, even if the Blood Sect Sect Master came at this moment, Xiao Lang cursed.
Things are irreversible, so let's die!
"Okay, okay, very good, the son of a lonely son? Xiao Budie's grandson? Very good, you are very good! Well, you won, let me go, I will spare your life, otherwise you will definitely feel better than death Live easy, young man, don't let yourself be fooled!"
As soon as Xueqiu's voice turned, the words suddenly became unpredictable and deep, and there seemed to be a kind of magic in the words, which made people involuntarily convinced. Xiao Lang also seemed to be in a daze at this moment, as if he was deterred by Xueqiu's words, thinking about why death is easier than living?
"call out!"
At this moment, Xueqiu moved again. At the same time, the two warlords behind Xiao Lang also moved. The three seemed to be in an incomparable tacit understanding. At the same time, they attacked at the fastest speed. At this moment when Xiao Lang was in a trance. Want to assassinate him in one fell swoop.
Xueqiu's words naturally have a kind of magical power, because this is a combat technique, magic sound combat technique, can be breathtaking.
The battle between the strong will be deadly for a moment in a trance.
A trace of pity flashed in Xuekui's eyes, and the blood red sun finally found a gunman, but at this moment the gunman was about to die.
A war knife, two claws broke through the air at the same time. The sword was the fastest, but it was cut to Xiao Lang's left shoulder in an instant. It seemed that the sword came from the void, and the two sharp claws at the back also grabbed Xiao Lang's back.
The sword energy of the saber cut Xiao Lang's left shoulder, making him sober in an instant, and his face instantly changed.
At the most critical moment, his perverted fighting instinct took effect. Without any consideration, his body quickly turned, and the blood-stabbed body turned together. No matter how the three attacked, no matter how fast they attacked. Under such a chaotic attack, blood thorns will be injured.
At the same time, his grass and vines moved, like a poisonous snake lurking in the ground, suddenly shot out and shot towards the bodies of the two warlords.
At this moment, Xiao Lang had an obsession in his mind. Since he wants to play, he should play a little bit bigger. Since he wants to kill me, let's make a few bottoms.