The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 238
But Zhao Wou-ki didn't change his expression, nodded his head and said: "Then we have to clink glasses!" He said and walked towards Sakurai Hiroshi.

Sakurai Hiroshi lost his vigilance at this time, and greeted Zao Wou-ki. When the two were about to come together, Zao Wou-ki quietly sent a divine sense into the storage ring, and reminded him through the magic jade flute. Xiao Zhanzi who has been lurking outside.

The moment the two people's wine glasses collided lightly, there was a violent explosion outside the main hall of the palace, and then the billowing smoke shot straight into the sky, and countless wailing sounds came and went.

"Nani? What happened?" Sakurai Hiroshi was startled, quickly put down the wine glass, and said to Zao Wou-ki, "Old Master, don't worry, I'll go and see what's going on!" He walked towards the door .

At this moment, Zao Wou-ki looked at Sakurai Hiroshi's back, suddenly a cold light flashed in his eyes, a small flying sword spun around in the palm of his hand a few times, and then he leaned forward suddenly, and used the flying sword to touch the opponent. Live in the back of Sakurai Hiroshi!

Sakurai Hiroshi felt as if he was getting an electric shock, he stopped in his tracks immediately, and asked in a voice full of doubts: "Old Lord, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Hmph, can't you think of it?" Zhao Wou-ki said with a shake of his arm, and several flying swords came out from his cuffs, aiming at the vital parts of Sakurai Hiroshi's body, as long as Zhao Wou-ki One thought, and it will be stabbed fiercely!

"I see. It seems that Laojun didn't intend to do this business with me from the beginning to the end, did he? The disturbance outside was caused by someone you arranged, right?" Sakurai Hiroshi nodded with a very calm expression. Said.

"It's good to know, to do business with you little devils? Hmph, it's impossible in the next life!" Zhao Wou-ki snorted coldly.

"You should know that it's useless for you to do this. I'm afraid you don't know how many masters there are in Fusang Palace?" Sakurai Hiroshi laughed coldly.

"So what? As long as you are in my hands, it doesn't matter how many masters there are?" Zao Wou-ki said and moved the flying sword against Sakurai Hiroko's heart forward by half a minute. The sword had pierced Sakurai Hiroshi's skin.

"Haha, what a joke, do you think that with a few high-level flying swords, I can be obediently subdued?" Sakurai Hiroshi said, and his body began to faintly exude the aura of a broken body monk.

(End of this chapter)