Chapter 184 Scar Man

This time, it was exactly the right thing for Xiao Gang. He looked excited and couldn't help but keep frustrating his palm.

Zhao Qianyang shook his head helplessly. Xiao Gang now seems to be fighting in addition to drinking. As for Duan Soul, he didn't even look at these people. In his eyes, the battle of the scar man was like several babies fighting. As long as he stretched out a hand, he could destroy them all, but he felt that it was too humiliating to fight with babies.

At this time, the man in red has completely subsided with the scar man. They are soul practitioners in the soul realm. Although they are slaves of the Gongxuan family, they still have a certain low position.

The scar man flew straight to Zhao Qianyang's side, surrounded him with many soul practitioners, and said arrogantly, "Have you guys seen enough? Hey hey, I'll give you two choices next.

Zhao Qianyang interrupted, "Is it right to be your slave or die?"

The scar man said, "Yes, how do you know? Now that you know, let's make a statement quickly. Do you want to live or die?

Zhao Qianyang smiled and said, "What if I don't choose either?"

The scar man felt that his dignity was provoked and raised his eyebrows high. He just wanted to do it, but he saw the phantom behind Zhao Qianyang. A pair of eyes turned into peach blossoms in an instant. He had never seen such a beautiful woman and said, "The third choice is to give this girl to me, as long as it can scold it. Well, I'll forgive you. Hey hey, this condition is more cost-effective.

"Bang!" A crisp sound.

"Ouch..." The sound of howling immediately came to mind.

I don't know when there was a long whip on the Phantom's hand, and there was a scar on the man's face at this time, and blood slowly flowed out of the wound.

The scar man wiped blood with his wide palm, put it on his mouth and licked it with his tongue, and said, "Little woman, you are looking for death." He felt that it was completely caused by his own intention.

Zhao Qianyang said lightly, "If a person wants to die, you can't stop him with eight horses." After saying that, he looked at it like a scar man in a blink of an eye, and his eyes became extremely sharp at that moment, like a steel cone. The few words just said by the scar man have completely angered Zhao Qianyang.

The scar man didn't expect that the man in front of him dared to be so rampant. His face twisted angrily, howled angrily, raised the black axe in his hand and cut Zhao Qianyang's head fiercely. The speed of chopping can only be described as a fast word, as fast as lightning, almost tearing the space. When the axe was cut down, it made a sad sound of breaking the air.

After Xiao Gang saw the scar man's action, he became more excited. He was looking forward to an even battle.

"It's too slow." Zhao Qianyang thought to himself that he felt that the soul power in his body was slightly stagnant. This black axe is very strange and can actually stop the operation of the soul power. It seems that it is not the illusion of the soul power, but refined by special materials. With a cold "hum", Zhao Qianyang slightly stimulated the soul, and the soul power in his body suddenly broke through the obstacles brought by the black axe attack. The soul power operated like a wild horse galloping in the body and like a river and sea breaking the embankment. There was a strong storm outside Zhao Qianyang, the powerful king, and even Xiao Gang beside him was forced back two steps.

All this happened only in a short moment, when the scar man's black axe had not been chopped off.

When the scar man's black axe split in half, he felt that the air around him seemed to slowly solidify, and the black axe in his hand could not be cut down anyway. At the same time, the scar man also felt the threat of death, and his soul trembled with fear.

Zhao Qianyang stretched out his hand and slowly grabbed the black axe. His speed was very slow, but the scar man could not avoid it with enough strength. Zhao Qianyang grabbed the black axe and twisted it to the right. Hearing a click, the scarred man's wrist holding the black axe was directly broken. The scar man's eyes widened in horror, and his fear didn't even make him feel pain. Zhao Qianyang's figure shook and put his foot on the scarred man's chest. He only heard a few crisp clicks, and his chest was already sunken. The whole body flew backwards. The axe fell to one place with the palm of its hand.

Xiao Gang shouted, "Brother Yang, he is mine."

Zhao Qianyang said, "Well, I'll leave it to you."

Xiao Gang curled his lips and did not go to the scar man again, because he had been seriously injured by Zhao Qianyang.

The scar man fell to the ground, howled and shouted, "Go, kill someone and kill him."

Some of these more than ten soul practitioners turned into weapons with soul power, and some cast spells. They saw that fire and electric light were intertwined, the energy was refreshing, and the air was bursting continuously.

Zhao Qianyang smiled contemptuously. When he stretched out his palm, there were already more than a dozen cyan lightning on it, waiting for more than a dozen soul practitioners to attack. Zhao Qianyang waved one hand, and the blue lightning suddenly became bigger after leaving his palm, and the air emitted an extremely violent light.

More than a dozen soul practitioners were so scared that they shouted strangely and ran while pulling out their legs. They ran fast, and the lightning in Zhao Qianyang's hand was faster.

"Hoka..."

“......”

The electric light stung people's eyes, and the sound was deafening.

The cyan lightning directly smashed the armor transformed by more than a dozen people with soul power, and the burning electric light hit their skin every time. The bluestone on the ground rose from the sound of explosion, and the small gravel splashed everywhere, crackling when it hit the wall. More than a dozen soul practitioners were knocked down from the air and fell to the ground and howled miserably. At this time, even if their mothers came, they could not recognize their appearance. Their hair stood upright, their clothes were ragged, and the air still emitted this smell of burnt meat.

Xiao Gang stared and said, "These are all solved by Brother Yang."

The scar man's scalp was numb by the sound of lightning, and his heart seemed to stop beating. Although he was a little far away, although he was not injured by lightning, the splashing gravel hit him overwhelmingly. The pain made him grin. Seeing the scenery in front of him, a coolness gushed out of his heart and stood up tremblingly. He finally understood that he had provoked people he should not be provoked. Although he has taken the soul elixir, every time he moves, it will affect the wound, which makes him grin. If he wants to use the soul power, the wound on his body is like a knife. The scar man can only endure the pain and pull his legs to run away, but the speed is not slow.

Zhao Qianyang said, "Do you want to leave? Come here for me." With a wave, a long whip wrapped directly around the scar man's ankle, and the scar man then fell to the ground. The body was pulled back by a long whip.

The scar man anxiously reached out to untie the long whip and held the ground with his heel to prevent his body from retreating, but all this was in vain. He shouted, "What do you...what do you want to do?"

Xiao Gang shouted, "Grandma, it was still rampant when I just killed people. Why is it like a straw bag now?"

Zhao Qianyang said, "Many people bully the weak and fear the strong. No one wants to die, but people choose different ways of survival."

While talking, the scar man had been dragged in front of Zhao Qianyang and shouted, "You... can't you kill me?"

Zhao Qianyang asked, "You said I can't kill you, but I feel that I can kill you, otherwise how about we make a bet?"

The scar man was stunned and asked, "Bet...what?"

Zhao Qianyang said, "Just bet on the head on your neck. For the sake of fairness, let's take him down and put him in the middle of you and me. If I win, the head will belong to me. If I lose, the head will belong to you."

The scar man was so scared that he shivered. If his head was taken away, there would be no life. He hurriedly said, "No, you can't kill me. The Gongxuan family will not let you go." His threat sounds obviously lack of confidence and weakness.

At this time, more than 100 soul practitioners flew from the sky, wearing a black gold robe, which was particularly eye-catching. After the scar man saw it, his face showed joy. He didn't know where he came from and shouted, "Save me... save me!"