unscrupulous angel

Brat, you must not fool me!

Sarakir gritted his teeth, ignored the icy blue sword light that was attacking his chest, controlled his attack, and attacked the ancestor of the Felkia family with all his strength.

"Haha, let's all die together!" The ancestor of the Felkia family laughed loudly, as if he had gone crazy.After being hit by several sword qi, the battle qi protecting his body was broken in an instant, but he didn't care about it, staring at Sarakiel with blood red eyes.

The icy blue sword light was less than ten meters away from Sara Kil's chest, and it was about to hit Sara Kil's chest, but a dazzling golden light suddenly radiated from Sara Kil's body!

The dazzling golden light instantly turned into substance, forming a golden eggshell, enveloping Sarakir in it.

The icy blue streak hastily hit the golden eggshell. Although it directly shattered the golden eggshell, it didn't hurt Sarakir at all!

"How did this happen? How did this happen?! I'm not reconciled! I don't..." The ancestor of the Felkia family showed despair. Life came to an end.

Sarakir secretly let out a sigh of relief, fortunately that brat didn't lie to me, otherwise...

The golden eggshell that suddenly appeared just now and helped Sarakir resist the all-out attack of the ancestor of the Felkia family was the life-saving gold talisman that Long Xiaotian gave Long Ling back then.

Long Xiaotian originally wanted to use the life-saving golden talisman for Pedro, but Pedro disagreed with everything and insisted on using the life-saving golden talisman for his grandfather Sara Kiel, so the life-saving golden talisman came to Sarah Keel's hand.

It was precisely because of the life-saving golden talisman that Sarakir dared to fight desperately with the ancestor of the Felkia family and beheaded him!

The "parallel importer" abyssal demon with late-stage emperor-level strength, seeing that the ancestor of the Felkia family was beheaded, broke out in cold sweat, and dared not continue to fight Sarakir. U-turn and run!

"Want to run? It's not that easy!" Sarakir sneered, swung the saber in his right hand suddenly, and practiced a fiery red saber aura, full of incomparable arrogance, and slashed at the fleeing abyssal demon.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the abyssal demon was cut under the knife!

In fact, if he hadn't lost his fighting spirit and chose to run away, it wouldn't have been so easy for Sarakir to kill him.

Self-inflicted, can't live!