Dragon Sword God

Chapter 267 The Holy Son's Brother

Xiang Hao quickly came downstairs, his eyes swept away, and he immediately found that the dozen or so craftsmen who had been invited to repair the house had all been killed, and the floor was stained red with blood.

"You are Xiang Hao?" A playful voice drifted into Xiang Hao's ears.

Listening to the voice, this is a young man, holding a black sickle, his whole body is hidden in the black mist, his true face cannot be seen, like a king in the dark, staring at Xiang Hao coldly.

In addition, there are two people standing on the left and right of this person.

Xiang Hao's face was gloomy, his fists were clenched, and his murderous intent could not be concealed. This group of people would not spare even ordinary craftsmen. They were really cruel and deserved to die.

"I don't care what you guys are, tonight, none of you are going to leave the Helai Inn." Xiang Hao drew out his sword, and the man and the sword rushed out of the moment, piercing the sky like a shooting star, and directly swooped down from the second floor to the first floor.

No need for the young man holding a black sickle to give an order, and his left and right men all shot together.

Four powerful breaths erupted, and each stretched out a hand, hitting Xiang Hao who was rushing.

The four hands merged strangely and turned into a huge black palm, confronting Xiang Hao head-on.

Xiang Hao sneered, his golden sword suddenly erupted with thick and startling blood fire, emitting a dazzling light, like a divine fire piercing through eternity, across the sky.

Boom, this sword pierced through the big black palm in an instant, and the big black palm was bleeding, and then disintegrated into four palms, which were taken back by the four people.

"There's a way." The young man holding a black sickle waved his hand and told his four subordinates to step back. Then, he took a step forward, and a fierce and cold aura immediately filled the air, and his aura turned into a substance. His divine power kept pressing towards Xiang Hao.

Xiang Hao's face darkened, and his physical energy and blood energy exploded, resisting the fierce aura of the person in front of him.

"The breath is about to turn into substance, this is the real half-step king, be careful." Jian San reminded Xiang Hao.

Xiang Hao's eyes were serious. Compared with the man in black who killed himself during the day and the man in front of him with a black scythe as a weapon, he was on a different level.

"Are you the so-called holy son of Senluo Temple?" Xiang Hao's golden sword was trembling, and his physical body was powerful, blocking the terrifying aura of the person in front of him.

"Holy Son is my elder brother. In view of the fact that you will crawl at my feet soon, before you die, I can tell you my name. My name is Luo Kun. Of course, you can also call me Title, Little Killing God."

"The younger brother of the Holy Son of Senluo Palace? Little God of Killing? Heh, self-appointed?" Xiang Hao said contemptuously.

"You will understand soon." Luo Kun moved violently, and swung the black sickle, which slashed at Xiang Hao from a tricky and weird angle.

As soon as Xiang Hao raised his hand, the long sword swung out and collided with the black scythe. The sound of the collision sounded like a death knell. In an instant, Xiang Hao saw a black scythe blooming murderous aura in the ocean of blood, and the blood sea was full of bones. , It's scalp tingling.

"Illusion." Xiang Hao bit his tongue to wake himself up.

But it was still a step too late, Luo Kun caught him in a daze, and with a snort, the black sickle bypassed Xiang Hao's sword and slashed fiercely on Xiang Hao's chest.

Xiang Hao retreated a few steps after being hacked by the black sickle, and a long wound was opened on the body of the treasure, and blood spilled out.

And Xiang Hao felt the wound was extremely cold, it was the terrible breath of the black sickle, trying to enter Xiang Hao's body from Xiang Hao's wound.

Xiang Hao's eyes were gloomy, trying to let the wound heal, but he was disappointed to find that the cold power of the black sickle was preventing the wound from closing.

"How's the taste? Doesn't it feel good? Quack." Luo Kunshen sneered, and attacked again. His steps were like ghosts, and a strong smell of blood permeated the air. This was developed because he killed too many people. of.

Under Luo Kun's extremely fast and powerful attack, the wounded Xiang Hao was able to resist accurately every time, but although Xiang Hao resisted, the difference in mana was obvious. He was constantly shaken by the black scythe and retreated, quite embarrassed .

After Luo Kun was blocked by Xiang Hao for dozens of consecutive attacks, he lost his patience, and the black scythe danced more fiercely.

Boom, the terrifying black air squeezed every inch of the void, surrounding Xiang Hao, and then the black air continued to shrink, trying to restrain Xiang Hao. At the same time, Luo Kun stepped on the floor, jumped up violently, held The black sickle slashed at Xiang Hao.

Xiang Hao's eyes changed slightly, Luo Kun's move blocked his retreat, and he wanted to kill himself.

In the blink of an eye, Xiang Hao had no choice.

"Kill." Xiang Hao's body suddenly burst into endless chaotic light, and then, he turned into a real dragon, bursting away the black mist that was constantly restraining him, and rushed towards Luo Kun even more forcefully. On the way, he opened his mouth and spit out a piece of blood.

Xiang Hao, who turned into Jackie Chan, has automatically sublimated all kinds of methods to the peak, and his physical body is even more indestructible, reaching an extreme state.

"Ah! Impossible." Luo Kun's expression changed in shock. His body was as small as an ant in front of the noble dragon body. His face was pale from fright, and he forgot to attack.

Boom, Xiang Hao slammed Luo Kun into the air. The moment he hit Luo Kun, all the methods he had mastered exploded automatically, including the Sun Sutra, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the Thunder Dao Method. Luo Kun's body.

Luo Kun was directly knocked and flew out of the inn, his body was cracked and rapidly aging, torn apart, and he died directly.

Xiang Hao was afraid that the secret that he could transform into a real dragon would expand, so he immediately turned back to his real body, raised his sword and killed Luo Kun's four stunned subordinates.

Xiang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and touched the long wound on his chest. The wound was still bleeding and it was difficult to heal.

"That black sickle is really weird." Xiang Hao whispered, he quickly ran out of the inn, picked up the black sickle from the ground, and put the black sickle into the universe bag.

Outside the inn, many people were looking around, and when they saw Xiang Hao, they all talked in low voices.

"I heard that his name is Xiang Hao, and he killed many people from Donglin Xiao's family and Chang's family. These two families are chasing and killing him no matter the cost."

"Today is already the second wave."

Xiang Hao ignored these discussions, he walked back to the inn, and when he looked up, he saw He Yan with a pale face standing at the entrance of the corridor, staring blankly at himself.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiang Hao stepped up, wanting to go up.

"Don't come here." He Yan took a few steps back, pointed at Xiang Hao and asked in a trembling voice, "Tell me, are you a human or a demon?"

"Have you seen it all?"

"I've seen it all, you're a demon, aren't you?" He Yan's eyes were a little desperate.

"I'm a human, not a demon." Xiang Hao smiled wryly.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you liar, big liar, you are clearly a demon." He Yan cried, crying in despair.

(End of this chapter)