The vast and boundless coercion rolled across the sky, the sky was filled with shock, and bursts of muffled thunder made the people feel like they were being suffocated by the weight of a mountain. Some people with weak cultivations all collapsed to the ground, looking at the four showing their power in horror.
The old man!
These are four great powers. If they join forces, who can resist?!
Immediately, the crowd receded far away like a tide, and stopped only after they were out of the range of the pressure. ""...
"Chi!"
There was an indifferent arc on the corner of Samsara's mouth, and he did not speak. However, the arm holding the dark short blade moved slightly, and blood suddenly appeared. The short blade directly cut into the neck of Holy Son Langxie, and penetrated three-thirds of the flesh, causing blood to pool.
Pond flows out.
This seemingly ordinary short blade actually ignored all the defenses of Holy Son Langye and cut directly into the flesh!
"How is that possible?!"
The Holy Son of Beimang, who was hanging not far away, was also shocked. His eyes widened, his heart was extremely shaken, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness.
You must know that Holy Son Langxie is the body of the sun god. This is one of the most bizarre physiques in the world and is the exclusive physique of the ancient gods!
There is no doubt about his defense and power!
However, the man in black in front of him ignored all of this, as if the solar energy did not exist and had no effect on him at all.
Not just him, everyone in the room was shocked.
"Could it be..."
Looking at the short blade that was slightly curved like a sickle in Samsara's hand, Beimang Shengzi trembled, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.
According to rumors, the No. 1 killer organization in the world believes in the God of Death. Therefore, all members of the God of Killer are holding death-cutting scythes, which means that they are the messengers of the God of Death!
Every member of the Killing God organization is a natural killer, and each of them is terrifyingly powerful. They move without a trace and kill without leaving a trace. They all kill with one blow. In the eyes of the world, they are the gods of death!
However, the God of Killing organization has long since retired, and no one has seen the God of Killing killer again for hundreds of thousands of years. Nowadays, people have almost forgotten the existence of this number one killer organization...
But now, a man dressed in black and holding a scythe appeared in front of him alive. How could he not be surprised?
The more he thought about it, the more chilled Beimang's heart became. If such a person wanted to kill him, how could he resist?
He did not expect that the reincarnation that had been following Xue Yan in the Zhantian Ancient Tomb would actually be a killing god. And now that he appears, he must be here for Feng Hao...
Holy Son Langxie was also very clear about this. His heart suddenly became cold, his face turned ashen, and a trace of unwillingness flashed across his face.
He knew that it was impossible to kill Feng Hao this time, and he couldn't help but regret in his heart why he didn't kill Feng Hao with just one blow.
"Don't do it!"
The four old men were frightened and all dispersed the pressure. One of the old men screamed, and their faces were full of panic.
They understood that if they and others continued to force themselves, they would have no choice but to collect the body for Holy Son Langye.
"Let him go!"
Samsara looked at the Fourth Elder coldly, his mouth slightly opened, and cold words came out of his mouth, carrying this undoubted meaning.
This was the first time he had done such a thing. In fact, he was still not used to it!
"You let our Holy Son go first!"
An old man shouted with a ferocious face.
This time, it was not only embarrassing for Holy Son Langxie, but also embarrassing for them. The four of them were present, and their Holy Son was kidnapped. If such a thing was spread, how could they have the face to hang out?
Therefore, they hate reincarnation deeply, and as long as there is a chance, they will definitely launch a thunderous strike.
"snort!"
Samsara narrowed his eyes slightly, snorted coldly, moved his palm slightly, and the blade left a circle of blood marks on the neck of Holy Son Langxie. The blood was pooling, and the throat could be faintly seen. If it was cut, Langye
The Evil Saint Son will not survive.
"No, we let him go!"
The old man shouted hurriedly before, and directly removed the restraint on Feng Hao to show his sincerity.
"Ahem!"
Feng Hao coughed up blood again. There was not a single piece of good flesh left in his body, and his skin was bruised and bruised everywhere. Even the heaven-level medicine could not heal him instantly.
He glanced at the four old men coldly, and then swayed towards Samsara. During this period, the four old men did not dare to make any move and watched Feng Hao walk away.
They know that the man in black can really kill people!
Because what Samsara did at this time was no different from killing Holy Son Langye, so they didn't dare to force Samsara at all.
"Thank you!"
Coming closer, Feng Hao cupped his hands towards Samsara.
He had probably guessed that it was Xue Yan who saw in her face that she would be in such a catastrophe, so she reincarnated here. He couldn't help but feel more grateful to Xue Yan in his heart.
The corners of Samsara's mouth curved slightly, and a flash of joy flashed in his heart.
Undoubtedly, his actions have successfully won this young man's friendship.
The Holy Son Langye gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Hao fiercely.
It was this boy who had embarrassed himself again and again and failed again and again. He hated it!
He is a god, but he falls into the hands of this seemingly ordinary young man again and again. He is unwilling to accept it!
The bystanders in the distance were speechless. They all looked horrified and watched the development of the matter quietly. Some were timid and ran away directly, not daring to stay for a long time!
After all, Holy Son Langye is the person who wants to become the Holy Master. Now that he has been kidnapped, this is undoubtedly the biggest stain. With his small mind, how can he tolerate this?
No one can tell for sure, so it’s better to be careful!
"I have already let him go, and I hope sir can let our holy son go!"
The old man shouted with a livid face.
At this point, they are very afraid that reincarnation will kill people!
"snort!"
Samsara glanced at him coldly, and finally focused on Feng Hao.
"Go to Tianwu Auction House!"
Feng Hao's mouth curved slightly and he spoke calmly, causing the four old men's faces to turn from green to white, and even a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.
They couldn't forget what happened last time, especially the old man who was photographed by Elder Feng. He had to lie in bed for half a month before he recovered. Now that he thinks about it, his body still aches.
However, the situation in front of them gave them no choice at all. They had no choice but to step away, make way, and follow from a distance.
After being stunned for a moment, Holy Son Beimang also followed.
"Now there's a big show to watch!"
Many people's eyes were shining with excitement.
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