Chapter 370 Xiaoqiang who can't be killed

Second update...

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"Ha ha, boss Feng, Brother Leng, how to deal with this man?" Lin Chi pointed to the cold Qiuwu who was tied up like a dead dog. Leng Ao glanced at the cold sky. Is this his biological father?

As soon as the two eyes met, they couldn't help but be shocked. Leng Ao quickly looked away and glanced at Xue Ji's face. This ice and snow-like woman should be the mother of condensed snow. Only such a woman can give birth to a beautiful woman at the level of condensed snow.

"Throw it down, let's go back!" He said coldly and calmly, turned around and left. The purpose of coming this time was no longer enough, and he didn't have to go to the muddy water of Lian Xingzong again. Xuanwuwei's disciples quickly picked up 20 portable spiritual cannons on the ground, which were modified by the old man. They were light and easy to use. They were specially assigned to Xuanwuwei, one for every 100 people. This kind of thing consumes a lot. A best spiritual stone can only fire two shots, and the corresponding power is also very terrible, which is equivalent to the middle of the divine elixir. The practitioner's full strength hit.

Seeing that Xuanwuwei's people were going to leave, Leng Kong woke up and shouted, "Wait a minute, who killed the dog?"

Leng Ao stopped and turned around slowly. He stared at Leng Kong with complicated eyes. His lips moved and said faintly, "The murderer is lying beside you. Why do you have to ask again? You won't turn a blind eye to the sword that pierced the middle of your eyebrows!"

In fact, Leng Kong had already seen that Leng Qiutong actually died of swordsmanship. The sword intention was issued by his familiar Leng family's swordsmanship, but he was a little unwilling to believe that it was done by Leng Qiuwu. Even if he was not his own son, he raised him for more than 20 years and taught him everything. Even a dog had feelings.

Leng Kong suddenly said, "Have we ever seen it?"

Leng Ao shook his head, turned around and left!

"Wait, you can't leave until you really think about it!" Cold air and cold voice.

Wor-h! Before the cold voice fell, tens of thousands of Xuanwu Weidi turned around in an instant. Their movements were neat and uniform. In one breath, ten thousand black crossbows were aimed at the two people in the cold air.

The cold sky suddenly changed color. Just now, I saw the power of these holes with my own eyes. Even a master like Qimu, who is equivalent to the void, suffered a great loss under this group of people. Leng Kong stepped in front of Xueji, and his tone slowed down, but it still sounded tough: "The dog died inexplicably. Naturally, this matter needs to be clarified. If you have a clear conscience, don't rush to go!"

"Bullshit! I send my disciples to do things openly and aboveboard, yes, no, no! I don't have time to talk to your old man. Your son was killed by another son. Believe it or not, I believe it anyway! If you are tough with me, you can try it!" The murderous wind patted his chest.

A sense of anger rose from the cold face. The owner of the Leng family of his four fairy families, no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him. Leng Ao took a few steps forward and stood in front of the killing wind. As the saying goes, the rotten boat still has three catties of nails. What's more, the cold air is not a rotten boat. If it comes to the death, the killing wind will be fixed.

Leng Ao waved his hand, and Lin Chi and others reluctantly put away the magic machine chain crossbow. A smile like the sun after the rain suddenly appeared on Leng Ao's face, but the smile passed away and said lightly, "Since the owner of the Leng family wants us to appreciate the family's scandal, let's stay and have a look. I really admire the courage and mind of the owner of the Leng family!"

The cold air's facial muscles twitched and turned around to wave out a mass of ice fog. The unconscious cold autumn suddenly woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the cold face of the cold air, which seemed to contain frost and snow that would not melt for ten thousand years. Leng Qiuwu was excited, struggled to get up, and said loudly, "Dad, let go of the child after the mother and the child have served for so many years!" However, the afterglow of the corners of his eyes glanced around, and it seemed that he was trying to escape.

"Forgive you? Do you think I can spare you?" Leng Kong pointed to the body of Leng Qiutong, which was the only son left by himself. Leng Qiuwu's eyes turned and said with a crying voice, "Dad, it's my second brother who wants to kill me first, scolds me for being a wild, and cut my mother's body into a few pieces. The child was angry and didn't stop..." Leng Qiuwu said half true and half false, but it was a little credible.

He curled his lips disdainfully and didn't bother to expose him. Since Han was dead, it was also a revenge for his poor mother. As for the Leng family's shit, he didn't bother to deal with it.

The cold face was as heavy as water, and a sentence came out of his teeth: "So, did you kill Tong'er?"

Leng Qiuwu was stunned, and then regretted that his intestines were blue. It turned out that Leng Kong was not sure that he was the one he killed. Just now, if he forced this plate of shit on Leng Ao's head...

The murderousness in the cold eyes is getting stronger and stronger: "Soul, I gave you a name, taught you a lot of skills, gave you a prominent family background, and gave you beautiful clothes and jade food. Is that how did you repay me? If you surrender to the demon clan, I can forgive you. For the sake of your mother, I can also forgive you! However, Tong'er is also a brother who has been with you for more than ten years. You are so cruel, say it! What other reason is there to let someone let you go!"

The last sentence of Leng Kong's self-proclaimed "Leng Someone" has drawn a clear line with Leng Qiuwu. From then on, Leng Qiuwu is no longer a member of the Leng family, which is obviously murderous.

Leng Qiuwu's back was chilly. Since he remembered something, Leng Kong had never used such a tone to talk to himself. This time, he really couldn't escape. Leng Qiuwu gritted his teeth, and tears and snot flowed down together. He struggled to roll to Leng Kong's feet and nodded desperately: "Dad, just forgive the child again. I will return it later. It's your son, who is even more kin to his own son. Let the child be filial to his father for decades and atone for his sins!"

Even if the cold air passed through the strong wind and waves, at this moment, he suddenly became disheartened and cold, and his body was much crooked. His wife and children were all dead. His son, whom he had always been proud of, was not his own son in the end. This was not his own son and killed his own son. Leng Kong is really alone at present. What did I do in my last life?

Xue Ji stretched out her snow-white jade hand and pressed it on her cold shoulder. The hand was as tender and young as an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.

Leng Ao suddenly couldn't bear to look down. He turned around and left quickly. Killing Feng and others also put away the guy and left.

"Ah!" A scream came from behind, but the sound was not made by Leng Qiuwu. Leng Ao was so excited that he hurriedly turned around.

The lotus platform magic weapon that was originally thrown aside was suddenly enlarged, carrying the cold autumn buns tied into zongzi flying in the air. I saw a long short sword with a ruler inserted in the lower abdomen of the cold sky. It almost passed through the body, and the blood flowed out, and then the next half was really going to be cut off.

They all ignored one thing. Although Leng Qiuwu was tied up, his spiritual power was not sealed at all, and it was impossible for Xuanwuwei's disciples to seal the spiritual power of a practitioner. Leng Qiuwu approached the cold sky and cried bitterly. Suddenly, he sacrificed a short sword and stabbed the cold abdomen. It was too late for the sad cold air to hide at such a close distance. Leng Qiuwu hit it and immediately summoned the Yuanqi magic weapon to escape. Everything happened between the lightning. Before Xue Ji could react, Leng Qiuwu had risen more than ten meters.

The cold empty-handed eyes were fast-catching. He grabbed a magic machine chain crossbow, and the crossbow mouth lit up, snorting! An arrow shot out, and Leng Qiuwu's left shoulder, which was lying on the middle side of the powerful arrow, passed directly through the body, bringing a ball of blood fog. When Leng Ao shot the second arrow, the lotus platform was already closed, and a strong arrow hit the lotus platform and bounced away.

The disciples of Xuanwuwei who reacted to shoot powerful arrows one after another. The lotus platform has been hit hundreds of times and has risen to a high enough height, soaring in the direction of Lian Xingzong quickly.

Killing wind and Lin Chi jumped their feet with hatred. It would take a while for the aura cannon to be set up, or it would have been bombed down long ago!