Chapter 138, Dead Dog

Yang Fan was petrified and opened his mouth wide in shock, with an incredible face. Is this really Lingxiao Tower? Is this really the unpopular and unrecognized young master of the Ling family?

Yang Fan's reaction fell in Ling Xiaolou's eyes, but he didn't have time to sarcastically in the future, because when he moved, the black armor man also moved.

There was a slight sound of air behind the Lingxiao Tower, and the Black Armor seemed to want to surround Wei and save Zhao. Unfortunately, his speed was not as fast as Ling Xiaolou. In almost a thousandth of a second, Lingxiaolou hit the man hard.

The black armor man hit with all his strength, and his momentum was like a rainbow. A strong pressure rushed to the back of Lingxiao Tower, making Lingxiao Tower feel irresistible. Ling Xiaolou roared like a fierce beast and expelled this feeling. Then he immediately bent down and squatted and rotated half a circle. I don't know when there was a short knife in his hand. He held the knife and cut it horizontally.

The metal crisp sound of the pan! Mars splashed everywhere, and with the anti-shock power of the knife, Ling Xiaolou retreated and distanced from the Black Armor Man.

But Ling Xiaolou did not stop. His left arm pointed to the man who fell to the ground and struggled to get up. A crossbow arrow mapped the silver light and shot the man. Yang Fan's guard snorted and had no response.

"Did you... kill him?" The ferocious ghost-faced helmet showed the frightened eyes of the black armor man, "You... dare to kill?"

"Why can't you kill people?" Ling Xiaolou glanced at the crossbow inserted in the man's chest, with a faint smile on his face: "You want to break my leg. Those who want to kill me naturally have to pay the price."

"Ah...killing..." Yang Fan shouted in horror, but before he could shout a complete sentence, Li Jin rushed to Yang Fan with a ferocious smile, slapped twice, slapped Yang Fan twice, and completely stunned Yang Fan.

Ling Xiaolou looked at Yang Fan in disgust, did not talk nonsense with the Black Armor Man, and strode to the other party. The short knife in his hand shines with a faint golden light, emitting a sharp breath.

He just hit and consumed the red fire essence in his body cleanly. At this time, the platinum essence flowed in his body, accumulating and superimposed, accumulating horrible power.

The light golden light fell, and the short knife turned into a golden light and cut to the black armor man. At the same time, the shocking murderous intention bloomed from him, a majestic pressure, like a hill pressing against his opponent.

Dang!

The short knife cut in front of the chest of the black armor man and drew a shallow knife mark. Ling Xiaolou's body twisted, the short knife cut off again, and another knife mark appeared.

At this time, the light golden light on Lingxiaolou's body fell like rain, and the sharp breath flowed in the courtyard, and the sound of thuds was endless and shocking.

This is an amazing picture. Lingxiao Tower is like a god of war from heaven, exuding the momentum of sweeping all directions, swallowing the galaxy, and rumbling down to the iron armored man.

Yang Fan, who was restrained by Li Jin, was stunned and his face was incredible. He really didn't expect Ling Xiaolou to be so powerful, and a short knife suppressed the martial arts master he invited.

When he woke up, he smiled bitterly. At this point, how could he not know that he had kicked the iron plate? An idea echoed in my heart: Is this... really the young master that the Ling family doesn't admit?

Dang!

Ling Xiaolou held a short knife horizontally and cut it heavily in front of the chest of the iron armored man, and piled up four big platinum essences in his body to produce explosive power through the blade. With a soft sound, his short knife sank into the flesh and blood of the other party. With a gentle stroke of the knife, Lingxiaolou quickly drew the knife and retreated.

"You... your...knife is also poisonous?" The armored man touched the black blood flowing from his chest, and his eyes flowed with unwillingness, mixed with a little regret.

"Not bad!" Ling Xiaolou said blankly, "My short knife has been soaked in mixed toxins. This toxin is extracted and configured by me personally. You... have no way to live!"

"Ah...I... don't...will..." The iron armor man roared word by word, and with a bang, he fell heavily to the ground. His body remained motionless and there was no breath of life.

"I don't want to kill. You forced me to do this!" Ling Xiaolou said to himself like this.

"Ah..." Yang Fan watched his last support die, with a look full of panic and fear, full of puzzlement and disbelief. Before his scream came out, Li Jin pinched his neck, and Yang Fan's voice stopped abruptly.

Ling Xiaolou turned around and stepped forward, shining with silver. His white Confucian shirt fluttered, and there was an ethereal temperament flowing on his body.

Bang! When he raised his hand, Ling Xiaolou gave Yang Fan a big mouth.

"Ah...give me... I dare not... I really dare not, please forgive me?" Yang Fan knelt on the ground like a dead dog, kowtowed, and didn't feel pain when his scalp was broken.

"Do you think I can forgive you?" Ling Xiaolou lowered his eyelids and said, "Since you insulted my mother, your life has not belonged to you."

"No...not me!" Yang Fan said in panic, "My waiter is him. It's really not me. He inquired about your news on his own initiative. Your background was also revealed by him. It's really none of my business... Really..."

"Gone me... Please forgive me!"

Bum! Li Jin kicked Yang Fan away and said with contempt, "How dare you provoke us? Do you dare to reveal the life of our young master?"

"I was wrong! I'm really wrong... forgive me... beg you to forgive me..." Yang Fan struggled to get up and knelt on the ground again, with tears on his face, pale face, and constantly begging for mercy.

Yang Fan was scared by the fierce methods of Ling Xiaolou. He always thought that this was Datong City and his territory, and no one dared to hurt him in Datong City.

But he was wrong. The object he provoked did not care about these at all. He raised his hand and killed his guards, killed them crazily, and killed thousands of border soldiers he invited. The two powerful martial arts masters died in front of him like this.

"It seems that you are used to being arrogant and domineering. I don't know the depth of heaven and earth, and even our young master dares to provoke." Li Jin looked at Yang Fan like a dead dog and felt a kind of unreal. How domineering is this Mr. Yang Fan in Feng Mingxuan at night? How thick is it? He slapped him and shouted to kill him, but now he looks like this.

He looked up at Lord Blood Wolf and couldn't help sighing that Lord Blood Wolf could treat Yang Fan so unscrupulously and cruelly.

"Kill you... It's really dirty my hands!" Ling Xiaolou looked at Yang Fan, couldn't help shaking his head, glanced at Li Jin, and whispered, "He gave it to you!"

"Yes!" Li Jin immediately straightened his back, his eyes flashed, and took out his short knife and walked to Yang Fan.

"Don't kill me!" Yang Fan got up with a ferocious face and shouted as he retreated, "This inn has been surrounded by the army. You killed me, and there is no way to live!"