After watching Su Yan for a long time, the white-faced god-jun finally said cruelly: "Boy, did you kill my good brother? Did you know that you didn't let me get the money like this? Isn't this five thousand miles of Lao Tzu running in vain today? What about this account?"
Although there is only one person in the White Face God Sovereign, facing the many masters of the Huayin Palace and the Panshan ancestors, and even Su Yan, there is no sense of fear.
Dare to break into the Huayin Palace single-handedly, and put such cruel words in front of Panshan Patriarch and Su Yan, of course the White-faced God Sovereign has something to rely on.
Su Yan picked up the wine glass and said indifferently, "Are you going to settle accounts with me? I'm afraid you will have your life to collect the accounts, but you have no orders to accept it."
The White-faced God Lord said more fiercely: "Boy, you killed Ten Thousand Poisons? Then his Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron must have fallen into your hands, right? You gave me the Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron and his body, this That's all for it. Since he is dead, the Ten Thousand Poison Treasure Cauldron should be handed over to me! His corpse should also contain a lot of strange poison, and it should be able to sell a lot of money if thrown out!"
"Are you threatening me?" Su Yan asked back.
At this time, Su Yan's eyes were already three points serious.
Although Su Yan looked almost drunk, even in this state, Su Yan's attitude could not be ignored.
White Face God Jundao: "If you don't hand over the Ten Thousand Poison Ding, then I have to fight with you and help my brother take revenge!"
When Panshan ancestor heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "White-faced god, you are still the same after a thousand years...you really don't know how you cultivated to this level!"
The laughter of Panshan Patriarch is the only laugh in this banquet hall. The expressions of the others were so solemn that they couldn't laugh at all.
White-faced God Jundao: "Old ancestors, debt repayment, it is justified. Even if the of Wandu is dead, it should be set off with his body and inheritance! Whoever dares to prevent me from asking for it, I will kill anyone! Even if your ancestors do it yourself, you can't stop me. You have tried this kind of thing 1,500 years ago, right?"
The smile on the face of the ancestor Panshan solidified, and he asked: "Do you think this seat is inferior to you? White-faced god! This is the Huayin Palace. If you come uninvited, you have to be aggressive. You really think you are the seat. Will you not get angry?"
The situation at this time is almost on the verge of breaking out.
Si Qing stood up and said, "Sovereign, the Poison Ding of Ten Thousand Poisons has been cut to pieces with a sword by Su Yan, and we have not recovered the body of Venerable Ten Thousand Poisons. If you go out now, you may still find the body and Ten Thousand Poisons. What about Baoding’s fragments. God, your nose must be as sensitive as a wild dog, right?"
Si Qing's words were prickly. In fact, everyone in the banquet hall didn't like this white-faced god.
He appeared suddenly and demanded aggressively, no one would have a good impression of him.
The White-faced God Sovereign was also enraged by Si Qing's words, pinched an orchid finger in his hand, and then appeared in front of Si Qing inexplicably.
But he never caught Si Qing with a big hand.
The reputation of the Shura Sonic Sword is definitely not covered, compared to speed, Si Qing is faster!
But the case before Si Qing was directly smashed!
"Sura Sonic Sword? Are you one of the eight gods of Asura?" White-faced God Sovereign spoke while appearing in the shadow behind Si Qing!
Unexpectedly, the speed of the white-faced leaping through the shadow is so fast!
Panshan ancestor said loudly: "The white-faced can walk through countless shadows. Once the enemy is identified, he can continue to entangle himself like a tarsal maggot!"
The white-faced who can hide in the shadow can almost be regarded as absolutely safe, no matter when to launch an attack, and what kind of attack method is used, it is his decision.
This weird ability allowed him to grasp the initiative from the beginning!
No matter how fast Si Qing’s Shura Sonic Sword is, as long as there is still a shadow, then the white-faced will be able to keep up with the speed of his boss Si Qing!
In this way, Si Qing's speed advantage is almost completely offset!
This weird ability restrains the Shura Sonic Sword!
Si Qing came and went faster and faster in the air, but it was more and more difficult to deal with the white-faced god!
Suddenly, a chopstick shot over!
With Su Yan's supreme sword intent, this chopstick directly nailed Si Qing's shadow to the ground!
A black light and shadow escaped from Si Qing's shadow in a panic, seemingly injured.
"What kind of sword are you, how come I can even hurt me who is hiding in the shadow?" The white-faced monarch's tone is no longer as arrogant as before, but he is terrified.
Because he had escaped into the shadow at the fastest speed just now, logically speaking, he is absolutely safe like this.
"This is a sword? It's obviously just a chopstick." Su Yan said, "I still can kill you with chopsticks. It seems that you are even more incompetent than your worship brother!"
Bai Mian Shenjun argued: "The chopsticks contain the supreme sword intent, otherwise how could it hurt me?"
Su Yan slowly stood up and said calmly: "You hide in the shadows. It is a secret method, but no matter what the secret method is, as long as it is a law, it is impossible to beat my sword."
As Su Yan stood up, he faced the white-faced god.
The momentum has also been completely reversed, and it seems that the battle has been completely under Su Yan's control.
This scene seems familiar. The ancestor of Panshan and Si Qing immediately remembered the time when Su Yan had dealt with Venerable Wanpo.
Now it was Su Yan's turn to take over everything again.
"Because you can break ten thousand magic swords, right? But don't underestimate me! Your sword may not be able to catch my real body! I just got the speed but kept up with the Shura Sonic Sword! At this speed, You want to catch me, it's just a dream!"
After hearing that Su Yan's sword is so powerful, the white-faced god-sovereign did not even have any intention of backing down. He just distanced himself from Su Yan.
He didn't think he might lose, so he planned to entangle Su Yan like this.
And the people in Huayin Palace are already wondering, what is the origin of this white-faced god, how can it be so powerful and weird?
Those who know the origins of the white-faced gods here probably only need one Panshan ancestor.
The ancestor of Panshan said: "One thousand and five hundred years ago, when this seat was still in the Di Shitian Council, a new Venerable came to the Council. This Venerable claimed to be the Venerable White Face, and his cultivation level was not very strong. However, he succeeded in assassinating the king of Asura. He saw the dragon without seeing the end, and his only hobby was to lend usury. Not only did she lend usury to the venerables of the council, even the royal family and even ordinary people did not let it go. The seat and the pope jointly expelled the council."
