Chapter 143: Let go of the young master Xu Lianfeng had already felt the shroud of death He didn't even have a chance to dodge.
Under the persecution of life and death, Xu Lianfeng, who was at the peak of the late stage of the Xuantian Realm, could only raise his hand in a hurry, wanting to block the attack of the black blood sword with his hand.
The next second.
"Ding" The subtle but very crisp sound suddenly soared.
It was the sound of the black blood sword submerging into Xu Lianfeng's right hand in front of him, and Xu Lianfeng's right hand was wearing a metal glove.
This metal material is extremely rare, very flexible, hard, and an absolute weapon of defense.
Over the years, in a few battles, Xu Lianfeng often used this hand with defensive gloves to grab some swords, guns and other weapons.
However.
Now.
The glove was torn open Xu Lianfeng felt that his gloves were cut as if they were being cut into tofu and cakes.
Immediately followed.
Extremely painful.
His hand was also broken.
It's not over yet.
After the Black Blood Sword broke the defensive gloves and Xu Lianfeng's hand, it didn't slow down in the slightest, and continued to move forward "Poof" The tip of the black blood sword sank into Xu Lianfeng's throat.
Xu Lianfeng's body trembled, staring at Su Ling, dead When he died, he couldn't believe that it was true, he couldn't even take Su Ling's move "Ahhh "What are you so afraid of" Su Ling said with a smile: "Death is very simple, only a momentary feeling, isn't it also very simple when your dagger is submerged in Ying Lao's chest?"
Su Ling was holding the Black Blood Sword in one hand, and the tip of the Black Blood Sword was constantly dripping with blood drop by drop "Ahhh "Let go of the young master" Immediately, a cheer suddenly came, and, next, several more cheers came Su Ling turned his head slightly and looked behind him.
There are quite a few people.
Thirty or forty.
Each is a master of Xuanqi.
Thirty of them were arranged in a square team, and their strength was about the same, all of them were in the early and middle stages of the Xuan Di Realm.
Then, a skinny, middle-aged man with a goatee stood in front of them, their leader.
The middle-aged man with the goatee is Xu Yao, and the team of thirty people is the core mercenary team of the Xu family.
Xu Yao is far inferior to Xu Chong in terms of commanding battles, but his personal strength is far superior to Xu Chong, and he is the realm of the early stage of the Xuanling Realm.
In addition to them, there are also three old men, the strength of the three old men is not weak, Su Ling can faintly feel that these three old men are also in the Xuanling Realm.
The three old men are the three deacons of the Xu family.
Among them, the bald head wearing a red robe, named Xu Yong, is an archdeacon, in the late stage of the Xuanling Realm.
The old man in black clothes and braids, named Xu Ting, is the second deacon, in the middle of the Xuanling Realm.
An old man wearing cyan clothes, a face full of folds, and high cheekbones, named Xu Valve, is a third deacon, and he is in the middle of the Xuanling Realm.
"Hehe, this pomp is not bad," Su Ling smiled.
He could faintly see through the strength of Xu Yao and the others.
This is Su Ling's special ability, and it is not easy for other martial cultivators to see through a person's realm and strength, unless his own strength exceeds that of the other party.
The reason why Su Ling has this special ability is because of those eyes.
Since childhood, there has been something special about his eyes.
For example, they have super good eyesight and can see distances of hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters.
For example, the ability to maintain a certain amount of vision at night and in the dark.
For example, when fighting, he can capture his opponent's movements, no matter how fast he shoots.
And so on.
"Let go of the young master, the Xu family can give you a way to die without pain" Xu Yao stared at Su Ling and roared.
Xu Yao was extremely nervous, now that the young master was in Su Ling's hands, his life was in danger at any time, if the young master had any three strengths and two weaknesses, the consequences would be serious.
Everything else can come back if it is lost, with the signboard of the Xu family, even if the mercenaries are dead, it will take a hundred or two hundred years to slowly recover.
But if Xu Shan died, the thousands of years of inheritance of the mercenary king family would be broken all of a sudden, and it would be completely complete.
Like Xu Yao, the same is true of the three deacons, the three of them seem to have no change in their faces, but their hearts tremble nervously.
Xu Shan can't die If Xu Shan dies, they will also die, and the head of the family will come out of retreat, if he learns that his only son is dead, how will the three of them die well "Young man, as long as you let our young master go, whatever you want, the Xu family can satisfy you, whether it is the martial arts exercises, martial arts, or women, money, power, etc., what do you want, what is there" The next second, Xu Yong spoke, and he forcibly calmed his voice.
"Hehe" Su Ling just smiled.
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Then, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the collar of Xu Shan's clothes.
Xu Yao and the others held their breath, their hearts were about to jump out, and they didn't know what Su Ling was going to do.
Dark.
Aunt Long couldn't help but say to herself: "If Su Ling was smarter, he should have taken Xu Shan as a hostage, and then, he could leave the Xu family."
"What are you going to do," Xu Yao shouted, his palms covered with sweat.
"Young man, if our young master dies, then you won't survive, I promise, the Xu family will let you die without a place to be buried," Xu Yong roared.
"Let go of our young master" "Young Master" "Xu Shan, this coffin, do you like it" Su Ling didn't pay attention to Xu Yao and the others at all, but dragged Xu Shan and walked towards the coffin.
"Ahhhh Xu Shan was completely paralyzed, his two feet seemed to be broken, and he didn't need a little strength, he roared and struggled.
Su Ling carried Xu Shan's huge body and walked towards the coffin, looking.
"I solemnly warn you again, if the young master dies, the Xu family wants you to die without a place to be buried" Xu Yong took a deep breath and roared word by word.
Su Ling still didn't pay attention, still looked at Xu Shan, and said, "Climb into the coffin yourself" Xu Shan's roar stopped suddenly, and his face was as pale as a dead man.
"No, no, no," Xu Shan cried.
"Three" Su Ling calmly raised his finger: "Two" "I Climb" Su Ling hadn't counted to one yet, and the extreme horror made Xu Shan desperately climb into the coffin.
Now, let alone climbing into the coffin, even if Su Ling asks him to eat shit now, he won't hesitate, Xu Shan is afraid of death, he is really afraid of death
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