Chapter 316

Suluo watched Lin miaoyan driving the car disappear in his sight, and took out a cigarette from his pocket to light it for him. Under the cover of smoke, his face was cold and chilling.

Just at that moment, he felt a strong sense of peeping, and at the first time, this strong sense of peeping turned into a terrible killing intention, flooding towards him.

He knew that the enemy, who was hiding in the dark, was killing him and wanted to kill him.

On the other hand, he felt a kind of familiar fluctuation in the sense of killing. It seemed that he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

However, although he did not know where he had seen this breath, he knew that the other side must have a great future. He had played with the other side and had no chance of winning.

This is why he wanted Lin miaoyan to leave.

Once the real fight, he has no time to take care of Lin miaoyan.

The battle between the martial arts and the strong is not something that ordinary people can bear. Even the aftereffects of the battle can shock Lin miaoyan to death.

After smoking a cigarette, a figure finally appeared in Suluo's sight, an old man.

He looks about sixty or seventy years old. He is wearing a monk's robe and has six scars on his head.

If you don't look at his face, you think he is a eminent monk.

But when you set your eyes on his face, you will find that a kind of fear from the inside out comes out of your heart. His face is hateful, and his face is ferocious. He is clearly an evil monk.

Behind the old man, there was a knife on his back, which was full of blood.

It is conceivable that not a few people died on this knife.

The old monk came to Suluo step by step.

When he was less than ten meters away from Suluo, the old monk stopped and raised his eyes slightly. His eyes fell on Suluo not far away. A universal temperament came out of him, which gave people the feeling of an eminent monk.

Suluo looks the same, just cold looking at the old monk, eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty killing.

A few seconds later, the old monk said slowly: "Sue Suluo, I really didn't expect that three years have passed. I didn't expect that I would meet the master of the Ninth Heaven, the son of Yama

"It's really hard to imagine that the then emperor Yama didn't die and could escape from the hands of the twelve terrified adults. The emperor Yama is really extraordinary."

"It's just a pity that today, three years later, we are doomed to die."

Su Luo's pupil shrinks, looking at the old monk in front of him, he says indifferently: "according to your meaning, the person who attacked me three years ago is you?"

The old monk took a look at Suluo and said in a flat tone: "benefactor, what's the point? It's just to take back what should belong to us! What's more, benefactor, the Buddha said, why are you happy in life and afraid in death? Isn't it very good for us to help benefactor ascend to bliss early? "

"Ha ha ha..."

When Suluo heard this, he burst out laughing, and a terrible sense of killing broke out from him. His eyes were like electricity, staring at the old monk: "OK, OK, well said, originally I wanted to find you out, but I didn't expect you to come here on your own initiative. Three years of blood debt starts from you."

Now he finally understood why he was familiar with the fluctuation of the breath of the old monk. The breath was obviously the same as that of the wave who attacked him three years ago.

But compared with the wave of people who attacked him three years ago, the old monk's breath is much weaker.

This also made him not aware of it for a while.

"Benefactor, you look good."

The old monk's tone is still calm, said: "we just take back the things that belong to us, please give up three years ago, poor monk can keep a whole body of the benefactor, if not, poor monk had to take it personally."

"If you want me to hand over what I had, it depends on whether you have the ability."

Suluo's tone is full of cold and fierce, just like the cold wind blowing from Jiuyou purgatory, which makes people creepy.

"So, if you don't want to hand it over, you have to take it yourself."

The old monk was too lazy to talk much nonsense. He slowly took out the knife on his back, and his eyes fell on Suluo: "benefactor, God has the virtue of living well. I will give you another chance. As long as you hand over what you had, I can leave you a whole body."

"If you want to, come and get it!"

Sulo's eyes were calm.

"I'm stubborn. Today I'm angry Buddha, and I've passed you by."

As soon as the old monk's eyes were fixed and his body was shocked, the long sword in his hand uttered a sound of sword chanting, and a knife awn spread from the blade. Between the breaths and puffs, it was as long as several feet, and between the twinkles of the awn, it actually ignited a raging fire.The fire is burning!

"Flame knife."

In a flash, between the rotation of the sword and the awn, he chopped Su Luo across the air.

The flame is like a knife. The air seems to have been ignited where the blade passes. The air is filled with a very hot atmosphere. The trees on both sides of the road seem to have been ignited and twisted.

"Hum!"

Su Luo stood in the same place, motionless, five fingers open, volley a grasp, that aggressive knife awn like an egg general burst.

"Boy, you've been cheated. This is the real flame knife. I'll cut off your limbs first."

At the moment when the blade was broken, a gloomy voice rang out.

The figure of the old monk jumped out of the broken flames in the sky. The big knife in his hand lingered around the colors of the flames. After shaking slightly, the flames came out and fell on the ground, as if to light the ground.

The light of the knife turned into a terrible flame. It was extremely hot and fell down on Suluo's limbs.

If this knife fell on solo, he would cut off his limbs and burn to ashes in a moment.

"Chop!"

The sword is like a wall, besieging Suluo.

"Hum."

Suluo snorted and stepped out step by step. A wave of invisible air diffused from his feet, directly shattering the awn of the sword. He stretched out his palm, grabbed forward, and directly grasped the big knife in his hand.

"Click!"

Five fingers a force, this big knife and tofu almost, split in an instant.

The castrated fingers grabbed the old monk's neck again.

"No!"

The old monk's eyes shrank, and his face was filled with disbelief. Looking at the roaring attack, he roared, folded his hands, and then flashed out.

This palm carries a wave of genuine Qi, rendering his palms golden.

Big diamond palm.