V2.Chapter 451

Sang Patriarch's strength is equivalent to that of a fourth-rank Shura King, but he was sent flying by this little thing. Compared with why it called him, everyone seemed to want to know where their esteemed Patriarch was called. .

The body of the Sang family head drew a graceful parabola in mid-air, and everyone's eyes chased after him, chasing after the person and turning into a dot, and then the little black dot disappeared.

So, what about the owner?

The Sang family masters were stunned.

Qingyan and Yingliu, who were not far away, were also stunned. ?

"You little... Is the longevity secret that the young master sealed in its body gone?" Ying Liu asked dumbfounded.

Qingyan nodded in horror: "I don't see much left."

Otherwise, how could one punch call people to the ends of the earth.

The masters of the Sang family were originally prepared, but unfortunately, the unexpected situation of the Sang family leader messed up everyone's positions, and they became panicked instantly after losing their backbone.

The little Rakshasa looked at them, like a small cannon barrel, and slammed into them!

I saw this group of masters who were all over the world being knocked out one by one. There was no one in the most tragic scene in history.

A dignified master, he didn't even have a chance to make a move, so he was hit so that his parents couldn't find it, miserable, really miserable!

Qingyan covered her eyes and couldn't bear to look directly.

At the end, when only the guard dressed as a merchant was left, the guard solemnly stretched out his hand: "Don't come here! I... I am I... I will fly by myself!"

After all, he gave himself a slap and knocked himself away without hesitation.

The head of the Sang family was found on a distant tree branch by guards who came to look for him. When he was found, his clothes were all torn, and he was miserably tied to the branch by a vine. The child shone in the setting sun.

All guards: "..."

Do they pretend not to see or do they pretend not to see?

Sang Patriarch gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you get the Patriarch down soon?!"

Two daring guards got him down.

As a result, the front also looked at it.

What's worse, the Sang family saw that they saw it.

All guards: "..."

Is it too late to pretend to be blind now...

The head of the Sang family has lived for most of his life and has never been so humiliated. He not only suffered physical abuse and injury, but also suffered an unprecedented impact on his mind and heart.

These people who have seen him in decline must die!

But reason tells him that his masters have died too many, and they can't be wasted any more.

The head of the Sang family resisted the urge to run away and returned to the Sang family with a blushing face while everyone pretended to be blind.

"Home... the head of the house." Li Guard dressed as a merchant limped into the house. The masters who were knocked away by the little Rakshasa today are still in the process of further searching and salvaging. Luckily, he came back lame.

Today, not only has he lost face in front of his subordinates, but he has also lost face in Sikong's house. Thinking of this, Sang's clan master can't wait to pass out. However, this also made him realize one thing, that is, the strength of the little Rakshasa is no trivial matter. If it can be used for its own use, it will definitely make the Sang family even more powerful, and if the little Rakshasa falls into the hands of the Sikong family, the Sikong family will have a bargaining chip to compete with the Sang family.

This little thing is so important!

The head of the Sang family turned cold and said, "Go and prepare. Tonight, be sure to bring back the little Rakshasa for me!"

Li Guard hesitated: "What if...you can't catch it?" That little thing is too strong, isn't it?

The Sang family master said with a stern look: "If you can't catch it, you will destroy it!"

"This..." Li Shiwei was shocked, "Let the ancestors know..."

The owner of the Sang family sneered: "How did the ancestor know? He is from the Sang family. Does he believe in the Sikong family or not in us?"

Guard Li paused: "Having said that, my subordinates still feel that it is a pity to kill the little Rakshasa."

The head of the Sang family looked at him coldly: "So just grab it! Don't force the head of the family to kill it!"

Li Shiwei thought of another way: "Patriarch, why don't you wait for the ancestor to leave the customs, let him kill himself to the Mingshan Mountain, and snatch the little Rakshasa back? He will not miss the old man's action."

The head of the Sang family said impatiently: "Don't you see that the little Rakshasa has been coaxed into obedience by the people from Mingshan? You let the old ancestor kill him, is the old ancestor killed, or is he a guest? "

"This..." Li Guards choked, they don't know what the relationship between the little Rakshasa and the ancestor is, but judging from the various reactions of the ancestor, he is very concerned about the little Rakshasa, if... the little Rakshasa He was really subdued by Mingshan, so will the ancestors be invited to Mingshan by Xiao Luosha as well?

The blood rakshasa ancestor is their biggest bargaining chip to win, and they must not fall into the hands of the Sikong family, otherwise all their plans for so many years will be wedding dresses for others!

"Do you understand now?" Sang Patriarch looked at him and asked.

Li Guards clasped his fists: "Yes! This subordinate will lead people to kill Mingshan!"

"Wait." The Sang family leader stopped him meaningfully.

...

That night, the Sang family's masters gathered again. Because of the importance of the matter, all the masters who went to Sikong's family were all King Shura who were not lower than the seventh rank. They all felt the shock of that coercion.

Patriarch Sikong was negotiating with Sikong Changfeng about dealing with the Sang family in the study, when suddenly a powerful pressure surged from the surroundings, the air was condensed like a substance, and the two of them were breathing stagnant.

"What's going on?" Patriarch Sikong frowned.

Sikong Changfeng came to the door, looked at the boundless night, and said solemnly, "The master of the Sang family is here again."

The head of the Sikong family was furious and said, "Is the Sang family going to revolt blatantly?"

Sikong Changfeng murmured: "I'm afraid yes, the little Rakshasa falls into our hands, and they can't wait."

The father and son left Sikong's house and came to the gate of the mansion. As expected, the masters of the Sang family were already ready.

The leader is Li Shiwei, a confidant of the Sang family.

He rode on a high-headed horse and looked arrogantly in the direction of the Sikong family. When he saw the city lord of Mingdu and the eldest son coming, he did not get off the horse and salute. Behind him were the masters of the Sang family. Surrounded by an airtight carriage.

Sikong Changfeng said indifferently: "What? Your family master has been found?"

The patriarch of the dignified Sang family was beaten up by a little baby, and this joke made Mingdu laugh for the first half of the year.

Guard Li's face became a little ugly. He tightened the reins and said, "The person sitting in the carriage is not our owner, but someone you didn't expect."

Sikong Changfeng frowned, and looked at the carriage together with the Sikong family.

Li Shiwei rode his horse to the side of the carriage, opened the curtain with a spear, and saw that in the dimly lit carriage, Sikong Yun was tied up with five flowers, covered his mouth with a cloth, and his eyes widened in shock and anger.

Master Sikong's expression changed: "Yun'er!"

Li Shiwei sneered: "Hand over the little Rakshasa, and I will return your son to you."

Patriarch Sikong glared angrily, "He is the young master of your Sang family!"

Li Shiwei said with a sinister smile: "It's the son of your Sikong family! If you still want your son's life, you can exchange it for the little Rakshasa! I've only called a dozen times, and ten times have arrived, if you still can't see Xiao Luosha. Rakshasa, I can't guarantee that I will do anything to Young Master Ling."

Patriarch Sikong was trembling with anger!

mean!

So despicable!

Even the pro-grandson can use it unequivocally, it is really inferior to a beast!

Guard Li raised his finger and counted slowly: "One, two, three..."

"Uh-uh-" Sikong Yun looked at his father for help.

Patriarch Sikong got angry and said, "The little Rakshasa is not in my hands! It's in the Mingshan Mountain. My son has offended the people in the Mingshan Mountain. They will not hand over the little Rakshasa to save my son!"

Li Shiwei said indifferently: "That's your own business, and it has nothing to do with me. I only know that after ten times, your son's life may be gone... Four! Five!"

"Ten!" Sikong Changfeng said the last word for him, drawing his sword and stabbing Sikongyun in the carriage.

Patriarch Sikong suddenly changed color!

Rao is the master of the Sang family and did not expect that Sikong Changfeng would suddenly attack his younger brother. Could it be true as the rumors say, the two brothers have been at odds for a long time, and they all want to kill each other?

Sikong Yun is their bargaining chip. Before the family owner of Sikong made it clear that he would give up on him, Li Weiwei would not allow him to have an accident for the time being. The moment Sikong Changfeng drew his sword, he stopped counting, waved the spear in his hand, and talked to Chief Sikong. The wind crossed hands.

Seeing this, Patriarch Sikong gave an order: "Give it to me! Kill them!"

The masters of the Sikong family are all in full swing!

A good coercion scene disturbed Sikong Changfeng, and the two sides fought fiercely. However, due to the disparity in strength, the chaos did not last long, and all the masters of the Sikong family were suppressed by the Sang family's Shura King. .

"I count the last!" Li Guard's spear rested on Sikong Changfeng's neck, "...Ten!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sikong family reached out his hand and was about to say the word "slow". Unexpectedly, at this moment, a small lightning-like figure came galloping, leaving behind afterimages in the air, and slammed into Li Weiwei. .

Li Shiwei didn't even have time to scream, and fell to the ground with no blood in his stool.

The afterimage did not stop because of this, and was still swaying around at an unattainable speed.

If it weren't for Li Guard's corpse falling down so neatly, everyone would probably not believe that the afterimage was real.

"what--"

A seventh-order Asura King also fell.

This is the seventh order, the seventh order!

"what--"

Another seventh-rank Asura King fell. This Asura king had reached the peak of seventh-rank, and was only one step away from breaking through eighth-rank.

At this point, the masters of the Sang family all felt an unspeakable panic.

Suddenly, an eighth-order Asura King stepped forward!

A coercion that destroyed the sky and the earth was released from him, and the powerful internal force spread around like a torrent. The Sikong family master had never felt such a terrifying power. Immediately, there was a pain in the chest, and blood flowed from the seven orifices. .

Not to mention Sikong Changfeng, his ribs were all crushed.

The masters of the Sikong family all collapsed in an instant.

The eighth-rank Asura King is not much worse than the adult holy king. His strength can be imagined, and the speed of the little figure has finally slowed down.

The eighth-order Asura King saw that he had successfully restrained it, smiled proudly, stretched out his palm, and slapped the little figure fiercely!

He's going to kill this little thing!

Everyone thought that Little Rakshasa would definitely die, but the next scene made them all dumbfounded.

The palm of the eighth-rank Asura King was indeed shot, and it also hit the little Rakshasa, but in the next second, the little Rakshasa was like a small cannon barrel, knocking his indestructible body out of a hole!

The eighth-rank Asura King lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the big hole in his chest, and fell down with a bang...

Patriarch Sikong's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees!

This is the eighth-order Asura King, which is almost infinitely close to the existence of the rumored Asura Holy Emperor, and it was solved with a single move in the hands of this little guy.

No, that's not a move.

It has no moves.

Patriarch Sikong touched the cold sweat on his forehead and swallowed his saliva. He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. Fortunately, this little thing was not their enemy, otherwise...

The eighth-order Asura kings were all dead, and the masters of the Sang family were completely panicked, and they fled one by one.

Just when it was about to crush another high-level Asura King, a sound similar to a low roar suddenly came from the direction of the Sang family, and an extremely thick bloody smell surged in the air.

Little Rakshasa's body slammed into the air, looking at the Sang family and making a whimper.

The low roar approached, and the bloody aura became exponentially thicker. The black clouds in the sky were dyed red, and the surroundings seemed to be plunged into a sea of ​​blood.

"What's going on?" Sikong Changfeng felt that he was out of breath.

Patriarch Sikong paled in astonishment: "Not good! It's the Blood Rakshasa... No, King Rakshasa... King Rakshasa is here!"