Luoxia Mountain Branch has become a purgatory on earth. Although the followers of Shenlong Sect are not afraid of death, they cannot stop the enemy from being too strong.
It was completely a one-sided killing, and the two sides were not on the same level at all.
Even without Yi Tianyang and Zhuang Zhuang, Su Zhan alone is enough for this branch to drink a pot. Su Zhan, who has practiced the God of War Art, has a terrible fighting power. Although he is only at the peak of the sixth level of Wanxiang, but killing the seventh level of Wanxiang is like Slaughter the dog, the eighth level of everything will still crush you.
This is genius, this is strength.
From this aspect, Su Zhan's potential is not at all inferior to Yi Tianyang's Nine Yang Sword Body.
The entire Luoxia Mountain branch was ignited with raging fire, and the believers screamed and retreated while fighting.
It is a pity that they have not reached the Tenglong level and cannot fly in the air. It is impossible to escape from Luoxia Mountain in a short time.
"Quickly, pull Su Zhaolong out."
someone shouted.
Not long after, three or five strong men pulled the tied-up Su Zhaolong to the last line of defense at the helm.
"Stop, if you don't stop I'll kill him."
A leader of the Eighth Level of Vientiane shouted loudly. He grabbed Su Zhaolong, held a sword in the other hand, and placed it in front of Su Zhaolong's neck.
"Clan leader."
Seeing Su Zhaolong, Su Zhan immediately stopped killing. Seeing Su Zhaolong tied tightly with iron chains, Su Zhan's eyes spit fire and boundless anger swirled.
"Let them go, or we'll crush this place."
Su Zhan shouted, murderous as a dragon.
"Boy, it's not your turn to negotiate terms. Su Zhaolong is in my hands. If you take another step forward, I will kill him immediately. At worst, we will both die together."
The leader was also a ruthless man. With Su Zhaolong in hand, he was not that afraid, unless the other party really didn't care about Su Zhaolong's life or death, but this was obviously impossible. This was Su Chen's father. If he died, Su Chen would not let it go.
"Male Gobi..."
Su Zhan cursed loudly, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and the sword in his hand made a buzzing sound. He wanted to rush forward and save Su Zhaolong immediately.
"Brother, don't be impulsive."
Yi Tianyang grabbed Su Zhan. The people of the Shenlong Sect were all desperadoes and would do anything if they were in a hurry. Now that Su Zhaolong was in the hands of the other party, he must not act rashly.
If Su Zhaolong had something wrong today, they wouldn't be able to explain it to Su Chen.
"Kneel down."
The leader sneered and raised his sword and pointed it at Su Zhan: "Aren't you crazy? You have killed so many people from the Holy Cult. You are very capable at a young age. I will make you kneel down immediately."
Su Zhan gritted his teeth and breathed fire. In a head-on fight, he was confident that he would beat the shit out of his opponent.
But now, the other party threatened Su Zhaolong, and Su Zhan could only endure it.
"Are you going to let me go if I kneel down?"
Su Zhan gritted his teeth and asked.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me, kneel down."
The leader of the Dragon Cult was extremely proud.
"Zhan'er, you can't kneel. The dignity of the Su family does not allow you to do such a thing. Pick up your sword and kill all the scum of the cult."
Su Zhaolong shouted.
"Clan leader."
"Stop talking nonsense, pick up the sword like a man, there are no cowards in the Su family, and we must not kneel down."
Su Zhaolong said sharply.
"Made, it's quite hard."
The leader was furious and punched and kicked Su Zhaolong.
How could Su Zhaolong's cultivation withstand a beating from a master of the eighth level of Wanxiang? He was immediately beaten to the point where he collapsed on the ground and vomited blood.
"Fuck you."
Su Zhan was furious and was about to kill him with his sword.
"stop."
The leader shouted: "If you take one more step forward, I will kill him on the spot."
Su Zhan stopped, his sword hand shaking violently.
"It's his grandma's fault. I am omnipotent in heaven and on earth, yet I have to suffer such birdiness. I'm so angry."
Zhuang Zhuang scratched his head anxiously, but there was nothing he could do about the situation in front of him. There was no way at all. He had no confidence in rescuing Su Zhaolong from the opponent's hands in an instant. No matter what the leader said, he was still at the eighth level of Wanxiang.
What's more, at the leader's side, there are several eighth-level and seventh-level masters of Vientiane ready to fight.
Yi Tianyang clenched his fists. This situation was too passive. They were confident of killing everyone here, but they were not confident of saving Su Zhaolong intact at the first time.
They were so desperate that they had no choice but to kill Su Zhaolong.
"Kneel down."
The leader looked at Su Zhan again with a joking look on his face.
"Okay, I kneel."
Su Zhan threw the sword to the ground with a clang, bent his legs, and was about to kneel down.
"Su Zhan, what the fuck, uncle, if you dare to kneel down, I will expel you from the clan."
Su Zhaolong cursed loudly.
Su Zhan was at a loss for a moment. The clan leader looked really anxious. He even scolded himself, "Aren't you my uncle?"
"You bastards of the Shenlong Sect, come and kill me. The backbone of the Su family cannot be bent. Scholars cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated. Kill me today. Your Shenlong Sect will be destroyed by my son."
Su Zhaolong's voice was fierce and his eyes were bloodshot. As he spoke, he suddenly stood up and struck the sword in the leader's hand.
"No……"
Su Zhan roared and his pupils exploded.
"don't want."
Yi Tianyang also screamed.
This scene was so sudden that not only Su Zhan and Yi Tianyang did not expect it, but even the leader did not react for a moment.
I didn't expect the head of the Su family to be so strong and tough. He would rather die than let the Su family kneel down.
Everything happened so fast that there was no time to stop it. The leader even had no time to put away his sword.
At this critical moment, a ray of divine light fell from the sky. The speed of the divine light was so fast that it defeated the sword in the leader's hand in an instant, causing Su Zhaolong to fly away.
"who?"
The leader's face changed wildly.
Two figures descended from the sky, it was Su Chen and Xu Hua who arrived at the critical moment.
"The Seventh Holy Son of the Dragon Sect is here, and the believers are still not kneeling down to worship him."
Xu Hua shouted loudly.
The Seventh Son!
The Shenlong Cult believers were overjoyed on the spot, and their eyes fell on Su Chen.
This young man is the legendary Demonic Prodigy Chen Tianming, and is their current Seventh Holy Son.
Haha, great, the Seventh Holy Son is here, and this helm is saved.
Wow...
Led by the leader, all the believers in the Luoxia Mountain branch knelt down and shouted in unison: "See the Seventh Holy Son."
On the other side, the two men's eyes also fell on the young man in black robe.
This is Chen Tianming, who has been making a lot of noise recently, and his reputation is no less famous than Su Chen.
"No, I noticed that this kid's aura is very strong. He is at the eighth level of all things, and he is full of dark aura. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with him."
Zhuangzhuang whispered.
"Hmph! So what, now that we have met, it's time to compete. Let me see how much the legendary demon genius weighs. Can he beat the Nine Sun Sword in my hand?"
Yi Tianyang snorted coldly, and a violent fighting spirit filled the air.
Geniuses always refuse to admit defeat, and a character like Chen Tianming is enough to excite Yi Tianyang.
Su Chen glanced at Yi Tianyang, Zhuang Zhuang, and Su Zhan out of the corner of his eye, and felt a panic in his heart: "How do these three guys practice? They can't improve so quickly even if they eat yuan stones every day. What's going on with Su Zhan's strength?" ? Wanxiang is at the sixth level. Isn’t this nonsense? The God of War Art is so powerful?"
Su Chen was confused. Even with his knowledge as the Heavenly Emperor, he couldn't understand why these three guys were progressing so fast. Wasn't it just over a month since he left Qilin Mansion? A month and a half at best.
When he left, Zhuang Zhuang was still sleeping, and Su Zhan was only at the sixth level of Fuhu.
Damn it, you can't progress so fast even if you soak in the spiritual liquid every day.
Su Chen didn't bother to pay attention to the believers kneeling on the ground. Instead, he quickly bent down and helped Su Zhaolong up.
"Bah! Shit."
Su Zhaolong didn't give any face, and sprayed a mouthful of bloody phlegm directly on Su Chen's face, cursing in his mouth: "If you dare to kill me, if you can't defeat my son, you threaten me, you are a genius."
Su Chen was speechless and quickly wiped the blood on his face, showing no temper at all.
My father vomited, so I endured it.
"You bastard, how dare you be rude to the Holy Son."
Xu Hua was furious and raised his foot to kick Su Zhaolong, but Su Chen kicked him aside early.
"Son."
Xu Hua was confused.
"Go away, threaten people's relatives, it's third-rate, I don't like it."
The Son's bad temper came back, Xu Hua shrank his head and chose to be quiet.
Su Chen turned to look at the leader kneeling in front of him, without concealing his murderous intent: "Did you hit him?"
"Yes, I was beaten by my subordinates. This person's bones are too tough and I can't do it without a lesson."
The leader said.
"stand up."
Su Chen said calmly.
The leader slowly stood up.
Snapped!
A big slap was slapped across the face, and the leader was slapped to pieces, making the world full of little stars.
"I'll teach you a lesson..."
Su Chen picked up the big ear scraper and blasted the leader wildly.
Teach my dad a lesson, you are nothing but a piece of shit.
If you dare to hit my father, I can't slap you to death.
The leader was beaten to a bloody pulp and fell to the ground unconscious.
boom!
Su Chen raised his big foot and stepped down again, crushing the leader's head on the spot and killing him.
This scene shocked everyone present. Both themselves and the enemy were silent, not knowing what to say.
Yi Tianyang and Su Zhan looked at each other, completely confused.
Isn't this guy the Holy Son of the Dragon Sect?
It's unscientific to slap one of your own to death without saying anything.
The disciples of Shenlong Sect were trembling and couldn't say a word. What kind of temper does this Holy Son have? How can he play with it by killing his own people first?
"Everyone, get up."
Su Chen spoke, but the believers did not dare to get up.
"Although you are members of the Holy Religion, if your style of doing things makes this Holy Son displeased, you will still be slapped to death. This Holy Son is the king of demons and is invincible in the world. You can kill whoever you want. Such a small thing is bad for me. The Holy Son has a Taoist heart, and I don’t like it.”
Su Chen said, looking at Yi Tianyang and Su Zhan opposite, and issued a provocation: "You two idiots, and that ugly-looking pig, how dare you break into the Shenlong Cult branch and massacre so many people? This Holy Son is going to punish you now, so you three should come together, in front of me, you are all younger brothers."
