"You don't look like a normal woman, you look like a female monster!"
Qin Lang jumped back holding the cold iron rod in his hand, and when he pulled it, two long red lines were pulled out from Ahn'Qiraj's lips!
This red line is like a steel wire, stretching out to be several meters long! And it is very elastic.
A faint smell of blood spreads in the air. The two thin lines on Ahn'Qiraj's mouth have killed many people, and they have lost their lives due to being fascinated by these red lips!
It's a pity that Qin Lang didn't fall for her at all.
Ahn'Qiraj's pair of bloodthirsty red threads were easy to pop out, but difficult to retract. When she tried hard to withdraw the pair of red threads, she found that the two red threads seemed to be stuck to the black stick, and they could not be pulled back no matter what.
Not coming back!
"asshole!"
Ahn'Qiraj roared. Although he didn't know what tricks Qin Lang used, the current situation was undoubtedly unfavorable to Ahn'Qiraj.
The pair of red lines kept twitching, and Ahn'Qiraj's lips continued to become thinner. If this continued, her pair of bloodthirsty red lips that were invincible would turn into two pieces of rotten flesh within a few seconds.
"Sula! Save me!"
Ahn'Qiraj shouted to the Death God disciples who had not taken any action.
"Jiejie..."
Shura, the disciple of the God of Death, let out a burst of ghostly laughter: "Ahn'Qiraj, if you want me to save you, the rest of your life will be mine!"
Sula's body shrouded in black robes was trembling. Under his cyan face, two groups of black aura appeared, and a pair of tightly closed eyes seemed to be blind, with a mysterious aura.
"Xula! Take action!"
Ahn'Qiraj did not agree to Xiura's request, but still wanted Xiura to take action.
"If you don't promise me, how can I do it in vain?"
Xiula said with a 'jiejie' smile.
"I……"
Ahn'Qiraj really doesn't want to be controlled by others, but if she doesn't agree, she will be controlled by Qin Lang.
"I promise!"
Weighing the pros and cons, life comes first and freedom comes second. Compared to Qin Lang and Xiula, Ahn'Qiraj is more assured of Xiula.
"Just agree!"
Xiula finally moved. The death sickle in his hand exuded a terrifying aura that made people palpitate. When Xiula swung it, it cut through the air with just one blow, and cut hard on the two red lines close to the ice stick.
.
‘Papa…’
The red thread was cut off by the Death Scythe, and the remaining half of it bounced back to Ahn'Qiraj's mouth like a rubber band, causing Ahn'Qiraj's lips to swell instantly.
"Um...Sula...you!"
Ahn'Qiraj covered his mouth and glanced at Xiura with a look of hatred.
Xiula smiled strangely and said: "Besides cutting it off, do you have any better way? I am doing this all to save you, not to mention, you are now my slave, do you have any objections?
"
Ahn'Qiraj glared at Xiura angrily, but didn't say a word. He covered his mouth and stepped aside.
'boom……'
Qin Lang took advantage of this opportunity and hit the pentagram in mid-air with the cold iron rod, causing the pentagram to move back several meters again.
Qin Lang is also very curious about this golden mastiff. This guy's technique seems simple, but he is the one who persists the longest among these people. The five-pointed star is as real as it is, and it stays for a long time, even after being attacked several times.
No damage at all.
Of course, Xiu La, who has been standing aside, is also the one that Qin Lang pays the most attention to. This guy is too weird. He has a different death energy from Soul Seven. The big scythe is a spiritual weapon. Logically speaking, this scythe
There should be some secret technique that belongs to the spiritual weapon itself.
And from the way he acted just now, it seems that this guy is extremely decisive and ruthless, and will not hesitate to sacrifice any interests to achieve his goal.
Of course, Qin Lang didn't care about the abilities of these two people at all. They came together with five masters, two of whom were already dead. The five of them together did not pose any threat to Qin Lang, not to mention that there were only two and a half left in front of him.
Qin Lang was just curious about what kind of surprise this Death God disciple could bring him.
Of course, he had no intention of letting the three of them go. If he dared to come to China to kill people, he would have to pay the price with his life.
After Qin Lang knocked back the five-pointed star, his figure flashed and came to Ahn'Qiraj. He raised his hand and pointed towards Ahn'Qiraj.
"No...Sula, save me!"
Ahn'Qiraj never expected that Qin Lang would suddenly kill her. She had no way to avoid it at this time. All the mana in her body had been exhausted, and all her tricks had been exhausted. What could she use to resist Qin Lang?
"She is already my slave, you can't hurt her!"
Xiula laughed strangely, and the scythe fell across the sky, stopping in front of Qin Lang.
"Get away!"
Qin Lang didn't take Xiura seriously at all, he raised his hand and hit the death sickle with a stick.
'bite……'
The death sickle was shaken away by the ice stick. Xiula looked at the ice stick in Qin Lang's hand in surprise and shouted in surprise: "Spirit weapon? It's actually a spirit weapon!"
Qin Lang didn't even look at Xiura, and pointed his finger accurately on Ahn'Qiraj's eyebrows.
"Xula, you don't mean what you say!"
A blood hole appeared on Ahn'Qiraj's forehead, and his body with big chest and thin waist suddenly fell to the ground.
"Asshole, she is my slave, I told you not to kill her, how dare you go against my will!"
Shura stamped his feet and shouted, raising his wrist, a black lifeless energy burst out from his palm, covering Ahn'Qiraj's body. Ahn'Qiraj's body shook, and it actually got up again.
However, at this time, Ahn'Qiraj obviously no longer looked as vibrant as before, but instead had its head drooped, staggering like a zombie.
"Gaga, it doesn't matter if you die, I can still let you continue to live by my side and continue to be my slave!"
In the midst of Xiula's strange laughter, the scythe in his hand made a circle, like a round windmill, and was thrown out by Xiula, and the five-pointed star attacked Qin Lang front and back.
"Qin Lang, enjoy the breath of death, quack quack..."
Xiula's laughter only lasted for a long time, but then it stopped suddenly!
Instead, there was endless inexplicable fear on his face!
"This...impossible!"
"That's my spiritual weapon, how is that possible?"
Xiula only saw Qin Lang stretching out a jade-like wrist, reaching out to grab the sickle, and then grabbed it easily in his hand, and then!
The Death Scythe, which was more than two meters long, just disappeared out of thin air in front of my eyes!
That’s right, it just disappeared!
At this moment, Xiula was shocked!
At this moment, Jin Rong Mastiff was also shocked!
Damn it, what kind of trick is this? Reach out to grab the spiritual weapon and make it disappear with just one hand!
"Where did you take my weapon?"
Xiula closed her eyes tightly, and the black death energy on her body became even more intense.
Obviously, Seurat was angry.
Jin Rong Mastiff hesitated and directed the five-pointed star to hit Qin Lang. Suddenly he turned back and ran out of the gate.
Even though he is a veteran master who has been famous for hundreds of years, Jin Rong Mastiff does not dare to stay any longer.
Damn it, such a large spiritual weapon disappeared without a trace at once. If we continue to fight, wouldn’t this guy kill the person in an instant?
"Jin Rong Mastiff! You bastard!"
Xiula obviously noticed the Jin Rong Mastiff's movements and cursed angrily.
"Want to run?"
Qin Lang sneered, suddenly grabbed the five-pointed star in the air with both hands, and threw it to the ground, smashing the five-pointed star to pieces!
"I'm keeping it because I'm afraid that all of you will run away and now there are only two of you left. This thing should be broken into pieces!"
Qin Lang broke the five-pointed star with a sneer, and then clasped his hands behind the Jin Rong Mastiff. An inexplicable aura condensed from his hands, and rolled towards the Jin Rong Mastiff's body like a strong wind.
"Heaven and Earth Martial Arts, the fourth form, Heavenly Wind Roar!"
A huge tornado rose into the sky and rolled up the Jin Rong Mastiff's body in the blink of an eye. It swept him high into the sky and into the endless void, disappearing from Qin Lang's sight.
As a master-level expert, Xiula knew that the Golden Mastiff was not dead.
Because the aura of the Golden Mastiff is still there, Xiula, who is extremely sensitive to life, can naturally sense the direction of the Golden Mastiff.
But the more this happened, the more frightened Xiula became.
Because the Golden Mastiff has transcended the surface of the earth at this moment, penetrated into the atmosphere, and then was pushed by the endless air flow, rolling in the atmosphere involuntarily.
In this state, it is undoubtedly more despairing than death! (To be continued)