Chapter 553

"What!"

At the moment when the words in the mysterious population fell, the look on Zhao Xian's face also changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but burst out of his mouth.

"You don't seem to understand what I'm saying."

Then, the mysterious man spoke again, and with his words falling, an invisible momentum of terror gathered rapidly in the void in front of the mysterious man. Then, it turned into an invisible wave and suddenly attacked Zhao Xian.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Xian was shocked instantly. His body was soft. He knelt down directly on the void. This scene formed an extremely sharp contrast with Xiao Yan's desperate counterattack before.

"I am willing to fully obey your arrangement, but please help me. I will do everything you want!"

Zhao Xian almost shrunk into a ball and knelt on the void. When he said this, his body could not help shaking violently. From his voice, he could easily hear the fear in the latter's heart at the moment.

Hearing this, the look on the mysterious middle-aged face did not change, but Murong Qianqian, a delicate and pretty face that has recovered a little ruddy color, is full of an expression of disdain at the moment.

In order to survive, Xiao Yan did everything and even exhausted his last strength. Although his opponent's strength made him unable to return to heaven after all, at least his action was admirable.

Looking back at Zhao Xian kneeling in front of her at the moment, there is no contrast between the two.

"Since you said to do it, what are you waiting for now?"

The indifferent voice came out again, and the tone was colder than before.

For the bullying Zhao Xian, the middle-aged people also have a disdain in their hearts.

"Uh..."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words again, Zhao Xian couldn't help tightening his heart slightly. The already white face on his face became bloodless at this moment. The right hand under his sleeve robe slowly clenched, but he didn't mean to start.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help passing a cold light in his eyes.

"Since you are reluctant to do it, let me do it for you!"

The middle-aged population gave a cold voice, and immediately followed. Without waiting for the look on Zhao Xian's face to change, the middle-aged man waved his big hand. Suddenly, a bright and dazzling fighting spirit was trained, and with sharp strength, it immediately crossed the void like a knife light. When Zhao Xian regained his consciousness, it had crossed his right shoulder.

At this moment, Zhao Xian was stunned. His silver eyes showed a deep color of shock. Because of the violent emotional fluctuation in his heart, he seemed to forget the pain on his right shoulder for a moment.

The right arm cut off by fighting Qi lost all intuition in an instant. The whole broken arm showed a state of spasm, became stiff like a corpse, and quickly fell into the mountains below.

"Ah!!!"

Until after the good film, when Zhao Xian trembled and recovered from the upheaval, a scream of pain and scream suddenly rang through the world.

All the fighting spirit in Zhao Xian's body revolted wildly at this moment. Circles of Mori white fighting spirit ripples quickly rolled around with Zhao Xian's body as the center. An unprecedented ferocious look appeared on a pale face.

In a pair of silvery white pupils, what is full of at the moment is a scarlet color that almost wants to bite people. The turbulent killing intention is self-evident. People can't help feeling cold when they see it.

"Hum."

However, the middle-aged man didn't care. A cold hum, like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguished Zhao Xian's anger.

"Er..."

His mouth uttered a hoarse low groan. Zhao Xian's body trembled violently. I don't know whether it was anger or fear. There was no luster in his silver eyes. The whole person was like a body without soul, kneeling on the void.

"Er... You... Who are you...?"

It was not until a long time later that the low and hoarse voice came out of Zhao Xian's mouth again. The hoarse voice almost made people unable to recognize the general meaning. However, the middle-aged man raised his eyes slightly. After a slight pause, a sneer arose from the corners of his mouth. Immediately, he said indifferently:

"Human? I'm not human... But I think I'm more human than you."

The last words of the middle-aged man, I don't know whether they were sneer or sarcasm, but it made Zhao Xian's face slightly change.

"Fourth uncle, why do such people talk so much with him? Just kill them directly. It's a disaster to keep them anyway!"

At this time, Murong Qianqian on one side could not help speaking again.

I thought that a middle-aged man on one side would kill Zhao Xian, but she didn't expect that he didn't want to kill him all the time. It seemed that he wanted to let him go, which made Murong Qianqian feel puzzled and dissatisfied at the same time.

"Kill him?"

Hearing the speech, the middle-aged man looked straight at him and asked in a flat voice.

"Of course I did, but he almost killed Xiao Yan!"

He nodded heavily. Murong Qianqian stared at the middle-aged man, as if waiting for the latter's action.

Hearing the speech, the middle-aged man glanced at Xiao Yan with his eyes closed. His eyes narrowed, and a light flashed through the depths of his pupils. Immediately, he looked at Murong Qianqian again, glanced at the latter, and said:

"If he wants to run, this guy may not be able to catch up with him. The reason why he is in danger is just because of you. Now you say he hurt Xiao Yan. In my opinion, it's you."

Once the middle-aged man said this, Murong Qianqian's pretty face did not change, and he was speechless for a time.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man no longer said much, but turned his eyes to Zhao Xian, narrowed his eyes, spoke again in a gloomy tone, and said:

"Don't want to live?"

"Er..."

First, he was stunned. Immediately, Zhao Xian hurried back to his mind and looked at the middle-aged man with a frightened face. At the moment, the bone of his left arm was broken and his right arm was cut off. He could only bend down in pain and kowtow to the middle-aged man.

"I know I'm wrong. I hope you can let me live..."

When he said this, Zhao Xian's face showed a look of longing, and the middle-aged man was too lazy to pay attention. He glanced casually and said coldly again:

"Hum, since you want to live, don't you go away?"

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