Chapter 744: Our little Tang

So timid, even Xiang Qing, who killed all his subordinates, let the people in the main hall burst into horror. The surviving members of the Wuling-level black blood mercenary group were also shocked and stunned by Xiang Qing. I was scared.
"Whoever dares to ask him for mercy, whoever has to die!"
Xiang Qingchong’s remaining subordinates yelled,
This little nephew doesn’t even reach thirty, even if the cultivation talent is higher, it’s only the Wuwang level. Laozi is also a Wuwang, afraid of what he does, together, kill him. !"
boom!
A terrible killing and pressure spread from him and turned into an invisible hurricane.
Xiang Qing roared like a wild beast, first to attack Xiao Luo, his shock sounded directly shocked the eardrum, leaping high, holding the handle with both hands, a knife facing Xiao Luo's head Then, in an attempt to make a knife, Xiao Luo will be in two.
The invisible knife swelled the audience, the pressure was soaring, and the whole space was swept away. The pressure suddenly surged. It felt like there was a mountain that was crushed down. The king of Wuwang was undoubtedly at this moment!
"The kid of the murder, you hold on, the duck goes to the toilet first!"
In the face of the maddening Xiang Qing, the Emperor of the King did not sneak away, and quickly retraced back a dozen meters. This knife is too scary, and its duck feathers are uprooted.
Xiao Luo ignored it and looked at Xiang Qing with a blank expression. When his long knife fell, his right hand pointed five fingers and looked up. He only listened to the sound of a metal gong. From then on, the long knife that Xiang Qing slammed down suddenly stopped, and the reason that caused it to stop was that Xiao Luo’s right hand grasped the blade that was scattered with the cold mang.
hiss……
Everyone in the main hall couldn’t stop sucking in the cold air. I couldn’t think of this scene incredulously. I couldn’t help but block a martial artist with almost all the strength. Is this guy sacred? This is terrible!
"Perverted!" The Emperor sighed with sincerity.
"Compared to me, you are very far away." Xiao Luo looked at the same horrified item and smiled coldly.
"fart!"
The quickly awake item clears the face again, and the hands are energized. The surging Zhenyuan force is poured into the long knife from both hands, forcing the blade to press on Xiaoluo's head.
"Boom~"
The ground on which the two stood stood, collapsed into a large pit, and the dust and the air fluttered. The horrible energy fluctuations seemed to roll around and the rivers stirred around.
In the dust, seeing his long knife can no longer cause any harm to Xiao Luo, Xiang Qing directly abandoned the long knife.
"Fengyun palm!!!"
A fierce drink, the palms wrapped in the vast real force, with the power of the anger of the impact of the beast, the fierce seal of Xiaoluo's chest.
"It's not good. This is the highest martial arts school in this school. Once it is hit by Fengyun, the internal organs will burst instantly!"
"Xiang Qing this animal actually sneak attack!"
"Little brother, get away!"
The faces of more than a dozen elders in Ziyue Dongtian have suddenly changed. They are clear about the power of the winds. This Fengyun palm has the ability to overcome the challenge. A Wuwang is in the early stage of the last Wuwang peak. If the latter is in the middle of the storm, Even the pinnacle of the same realm will be defeated.
But their shouts can't change anything, and Xiang Qing's swaying palms are solidly printed on Xiao Luo's chest.
"Ha ha ha..."
Xiang Qing’s ecstasy laughs, this is his most proud trick, let alone zero-distance bombardment, even if it is very far apart, it can also let the enemy’s internal organs rupture and die, no exception, in his expectation Xiao Luo will die.
The reality is that Xiao Luo’s body is not moving, bowing his head and looking at him indifferently:
Excuse me, what are you laughing at?

Hearing this statement, Xiang Qing’s laughter stopped, and replaced it with an indescribable panic. He looked up and looked at Xiaoluo with his pupils shrinking. The cold sweat was like a waterfall, and he trembled: "You...you...no Maybe... impossible..."
He couldn't believe that this would be a reality. He clearly hit the other side with Fengyun, why the other party could talk to him safely.
Xiao Luo’s eyes are cold...
"Call~"
With the item clearing his own knife, the sharp and clean self-cleaning throat crossed, the sharp blade, and easily cut off the throat of Xiang Qing.
After a pause of 0.03 seconds, the blood water came out of the uncontrolled overflow of the cut mouth. Xiang Qing’s eyes were round and round, and he stepped back and stepped back. His hands were still holding his own neck. Can not stop the flow of blood.
The blood not only rushed out of his neck, but also from his mouth and nose. He screamed in a hoarse voice. After four or five steps, he fell to the ground and twitched his limbs. Nothing could be done except waiting for death. .
At this moment, the main hall of the Great Hall was quiet and audible, and the people of Ziyue Dongtian looked around. The surviving members of the Wuling-class black blood mercenary group were pale and could not believe their leader. In a blink of an eye, he died in front of the young man who did not know where to run.
Xiao Luo faintly squinted at the body of the dead body that had stopped struggling. He abandoned the long knife of Xiang Qing to the ground and turned around. His eyes were on the backbone of the black blood mercenary group. The body swept over, and the one who was swept to the ground all fell to the ground, let go of the dignity of the master, and kept pleading with him for mercy.
Since then, the crisis of Ziyue Dongtian has been lifted!
Hundreds of disciples of Ziyue Dongtian, more than a dozen elders with white hair, and Xiang Yangyan, who are in charge, almost smothered their black blood mercenary group from the world. This is a situation that is unimaginable for a young man of unknown origin who lifts his hand to the ground.
"Who is this little brother? Why did he help us with purple moon?"
"Yeah, is he not related to our Ziyuedongtian?"
"But why haven't you seen him before?"
More than a dozen elders carefully looked down on Xiaoluo, and I hope that they can climb a little bit with this little brother, so that they will soon become one of the best gates in the world. .EbookFREE.me~ has a high enough dignity in the secret, rather than being as bullish as it is now to be bullied by a mercenary group without any backhand.
"Hey, do you think that he looks like a little Tang who was lost in the endless forest when he was a child?" an elder suddenly said.
Xiaotang in his mouth is a disciple of Ziyue Dongtian, but he was lost in the endless forest when he was a child.
Other elders heard the words and immediately spoke.
"Right right, look at the eyes, the nose, and the mouth, that is Xiao Tang."
"According to the years of Xiaotang’s loss, this age is also right."
"It must be our little Tang, hahaha... We are going to rise in Ziyue Cave!"
The more excited these elders are, the more they have little impression of Xiao Tang. They are only subjectively hope that Xiaoluo and their Ziyue Dongtian have a little relationship, so the more they say, the more they believe that Xiaoluo is their purple moon. Xiaotian of the cave.
(End of this chapter)