As soon as he opened the door, Suluo stopped and looked at Wang Zhanlong who came in from the outside.
And Wang Zhanlong also noticed Suluo standing there at the moment, with a trace of sinister color in his eyes.
Four eyes are opposite, an invisible force is colliding in the void.
A few seconds later, Wang Zhanlong took the lead in saying: "I really didn't expect that in less than a few years, my royal family in the capital has been reduced to such a state that I was bullied by a mole ant. You also let a mole ant destroy several martial arts masters in the realm of martial arts. Boy, it seems that there is a great power behind you."
Wang Zhanlong didn't believe that Suluo could kill some of the Wang family's martial arts masters. Now after seeing Suluo, he is more and more sure.
Because he found that Suluo was just a master of martial arts and Taoism. His true Qi was very lax, without any refinement. At first sight, his foundation was unstable, and his strength was enhanced by force. Even ordinary masters of martial arts and Taoism could be easily suppressed, and his strength could also kill the realm of martial arts and Taoism, which was simply the most important thing in the world.
It must be the forces behind Suluo. Moreover, the other party only dares to hide and show up. It is clear that they are not strong enough to compare with the aristocratic families in Beijing.
Wang Zhanlong seemed to know everything. He looked at Suluo coldly: "boy, no one in the capital has ever dared to do anything to my Wang family. Now I give you two choices. First, tell me who is behind you, and then kneel down and kill yourself. I'll leave you a whole body."
"Second, if you don't say it, I don't mind abandoning you and letting you die from all the pain in the world. Not only that, all your brothers, sisters and family members will die, but they will never die quietly."
Wang Zhanlong was aggressive and overbearing, as if he had dominated Suluo's life.
As soon as he spoke, he let Suluo kneel down and apologize.
Su Luo listens to Wang Zhanlong's words, a cold light flickers in his eyes, and his heart also suddenly realizes.
He was still surprised that Chen he was just the leader of the Xuanwu group, and he was not qualified to mobilize so many people who could communicate with the gods. Now when he heard Wang Zhanlong's words, he suddenly realized that these people were probably from the Wang family.
Moreover, the last time he heard Yan Qingtian tell himself that Gao Tianjiao, Gao Yuan's elder sister who had been abandoned in Huicheng, seemed to have married Wang Tianhao, the head of the Wang family. Last time, he sent a housekeeper to trouble him.
I didn't expect that he didn't go to the other party's trouble, but now the other party came to him.
However, he was even more curious. He killed several masters of the Wang family, who dared to come to him for trouble. Who gave him the courage.
Suluo's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Wang Zhanlong in front of him indifferently, and said, "just for your words, I promise that the Wang family will not stay tonight."
Suluo never thinks he is a good man. Wang Zhanlong dares to threaten himself and fight against the people around him. This is a capital crime. Tonight, the Wang family will disappear from the capital.
Hearing these words, Wang Zhanlong laughed very loudly. For many years, no one dared to speak wildly in front of him.
I'll see if Wang long and I have the ability to kill you
As the voice fell, Wang Zhanlong turned his head to the middle-aged man and said, "Lianchen, this boy has been handed over to you. Remember, don't kill him. I want to live. I want to hang him on the gate of my royal family and expose him to the sun for three days and three nights. I want to tell everyone the end of fighting against my royal family."
"Yes, second master."
The middle-aged man standing beside Wang Zhanlong nodded and walked towards Suluo. There was a grim smile on the corner of his mouth and a twinkle in his eyes.
He didn't pay any attention to solo.
In his opinion, Suluo is just a master of martial arts. His breath is fluctuating and disorderly. He may have eaten some natural materials and local treasures.
He is the peak of the martial arts master. All his strength comes from fighting between blood and fire. He wants to kill Suluo like an ant.
The middle-aged man looked at Suluo with a sneer: "boy, don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame me, blame you for offending me. You can't afford to offend me..."
"Noisy!"
Before he had finished, sulo was impatient and went straight to work.
This scene, so that all people's consternation.
No matter middle-aged men or Wang Zhanlong, they never dreamed that Suluo, who looked like a mole ant in their eyes, dared to take the initiative.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's face became extremely cold, as if he had been greatly provoked. His arm moved, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The air of the sword swept everywhere, and the cold air swept all over the place, covering Suluo in the air.
"Hum!"The sword roared, and the air seemed to be tearing.
With this sword, he wanted to abolish solo directly.
Suluo stood in the same place, watching the sword coming, with a trace of disdain in his eyes. His arm shook slightly, and the invisible force burst out from his arm and swept out.
Jingle, jingle!
Touching this force, the sweeping sword Qi was smashed by the impact.
The sword in the middle-aged man's hand split and exploded with a clap of Suluo's hand.
"What?"
The middle-aged man's pupil shrinks and his face looks incredible. It seems that he didn't expect his moves to be broken so easily.
Suluo's figure flashed. In a flash, he had come to the middle-aged man, and his whole body was full of wind. He didn't even want to use his moves. He leaned forward and ran into the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's face changed wildly and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but sulo's shoulder had already hit him.
The collision was like the impact of a giant spirit. At this moment, the middle-aged man only felt that the space was cracked. Then sulo's shoulder directly hit his body. He heard the sound of his bones and flesh cracking. Then he was dark and didn't know anything.
He was killed alive.
Don't say that he is a master of martial arts and Taoism. Even in the realm of martial arts and Taoism, he can't resist the collision of Suluo. He should die completely.
"Vulnerable!"
Suluo looked at the middle-aged man flying out like a pool of mud, his eyes full of disdain.
At the moment, Wang Zhanlong, who was standing next to him, was so gloomy that he could almost drip water.
Dead!
A martial arts master at the peak of martial arts died, and was easily knocked to death!
How can this be? How can this boy's strength be so terrible.