Chapter 640

"The boy is not dead yet!" An old man was obviously impatient.

"He's got something!" On the contrary, another old man stood in the air, touching his white beard with one hand and smiling at an Sudong.

It's like a hunter looking at his prey.

An Sudong only had the initial cultivation of transforming God, so it would not be difficult for them to keep him tonight.

In the distance, in the dark, on the ridge of a house, there are two figures, one is slim and slim, the other is white haired, with both hands in his sleeves. He is weak and can't stand the cold wind at night.

"Mr. Meng, do you think an Sudong has a good chance of winning?" Feiling'er's cultivation was low, so he couldn't see the situation clearly.

Meng Lao raised his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss, there is no chance of success. If Miss doesn't let me save him, he will die tonight."

Fei Ling er's eyelids jumped, clenched his fist and said, "don't they care about the reputation of the dragon and tiger academy?"

Now Zhuo Qingyun's story is that an Sudong is also a member of the dragon and tiger Academy. In the age of beating the dog to see the owner, killing an Sudong is a trivial matter, but if he angers the dragon and tiger academy, it's not the Cao family in Hanyu town who can afford it.

Instead of speaking, Meng looked at the banished sword around an Sudong with great interest.

"Miss, your friend has some skills. If I'm right, the magic weapon around him is top-grade magic weapon. It's rare, very rare." Mr. Meng was astonished and envious.

Feiling'er was surprised. What's the concept of top-grade magic weapon? The tiger sandalwood sword in her father's hand is just a middle-grade magic weapon. As far as she knows, in Dali Kingdom, the top-grade magic weapon is absolutely no more than a pair of hands.

"Tut Tut, it's a top-grade magic weapon. Second, it seems that we are going to develop today." The old man who stroked his beard looked at the relegated immortal sword with a greedy look in his eyes.

At this time, another old man came back to his senses and said in surprise: "I said, my magic weapon collided with his magic weapon, so I suffered a loss. I haven't seen it before. Brother, you said, isn't this the best magic weapon?"

"I didn't expect that a little guy in the early stage of transforming God had a magic weapon. Today is our blessing." The old man burst out laughing.

An Su Dong narrowed his eyes and said, "do you want it?"

"Naturally, when you die, it's ours." Two old ghosts are speaking in unison.

Ansudong snorted coldly, and a curved arc appeared in the corner of his mouth. "Well, I still have some good things here. Although there is not much left, it's enough to play with you."

When he finished speaking, he took out a stack of Wulei Hongding Fu Zhuan from his pocket, a total of 360 pieces. This is all his property. Today, the two old ghosts of the Cao family are so shameless, so give them a Wulei Hongding!

"Be careful, it's a magic seal!" The boss's face became solemn.

"Go An Sudong throws out five thunders and thunders, and the whole sky is full of thunder and lightning. The two old men jump up and down in the thunder and lightning.

The thunder and lightning bombarded him for an hour, and an Sudong was sweating. He urged more than 300 five thunderbolt runes at one time, which really made him a little tired. Fortunately, he still had some nourishing pills in his hand. He took out two and swallowed them in his mouth.

The lost spirit power surged out of his elixir field and filled up again.

Look at the two old men. They are all black and bruised.

"What happened just now?" Hu Shi was startled and felt that it was the end of the world.

Cao Pi was stunned in his eyes, narrowed his eyes and scolded: "an Sudong, a little beast, is really a black sheep. It should be Wulei Hongding Fu Zhuan. There are at least hundreds of them. Although they are not high-level Fu Zhuan, they also need thousands of high-quality spirit stones. Why is this boy so black sheep?"

After hearing this, the Cao family members deeply understood why their family leader called him a black sheep. This is really a black sheep.

It's just wishful thinking that the monks in the Huashen period want to kill them with five thunderbolts. These hundreds of Fu zhuans used on the monks in the Yuanying period may have been bombarded by each other for a long time.

An Sudong looked at the old man who was like two roasted pheasants and said with a big laugh, "how about five thunderbolts?"

The boss yelled angrily: "boy, you want to die!"

"Aren't you here to kill me?" An Su Dong pulls out ear, "I remember correctly?"

The second one laughed darkly, "boy, it really costs me a lot of spiritual power to resist these runes and seal characters, but you urge more than 300 pieces by yourself. At this time, your spiritual power should be exhausted?"

"Guess what." An Sudong laughed.

"I'm so shameless. I'll catch you later. I won't pick your fart!" The boss blew his beard and glared.

"Elder brother, the boy's spiritual power has been exhausted. What can he do with so much nonsense? It's obvious that the magic weapon beside him can't sustain. It's not easy to catch him?"

The second one laughed, "boy, I've come to catch you. I'll let my elder brother pick your skin alive!"

"Old dog, who catches people with his mouth?" An Sudong cursed.

"Vertical, look and grasp!" Second, he clearly believed that an Su Dong's power was exhausted, and he would easily grasp it.

An Sudong is waiting for this moment.

Who would have thought that he had Yangqi pill in his hand, which seems to be rare in the spirit world.

Waiting for the old man to relax is his chance.

Sure enough, the second didn't use the long sword. He grabbed an Sudong hard. An Sudong deliberately showed a flustered look and was directly grasped by the second.

"Wow, ha ha, you have exhausted your spiritual power!" The second one laughed, "Lizi, your magic weapon belongs to me!"

"Miss, don't you do it yet?" Meng Lao's eyes flashed a touch of essence. He heard that feiling'er said that an Sudong could cure her disease, so this an Sudong must be found out today.

"Wait a minute!" Fei ling'er narrowed his eyes and said something inexplicable to Mr. Meng, "he's going to kill people. He may need Mr. Meng's help later. This time there's a big mess."

"Yes?" Mr. Meng didn't understand his meaning.

"Just look at it." There was a cold smile on his face.

Lao Meng looked up at the sky. The old man, who was the second in number, had just finished his speech when he was cut off. He grabbed an Sudong with one hand and glared angrily. Before he could speak any more, nine banished immortal swords were inserted into his Dantian position obliquely. Suddenly, Yuan Ying and his body were all destroyed.

An Su Dong let his dead hand grasp him, light way: "all said you don't be too naive, you think my spiritual power exhausted, I really spiritual power exhausted?"