Chapter 870： Violent

Go away, let me go away to the little master! "

A cold drink came, and a chariot made of precious gods whistled towards Lingxian.

The carriage was a three-headed galloping horse, which was powerful and pervasive. Seeing its momentum, it has actually reached the state of Jiedan!

You know, monsters are proud, and they have always regarded human races as nails. Not to mention the monsters in the Dan period, even the monsters in the base period rarely yield.

However, this carriage actually opened its way with the monsters in the period of Dandan, and it was still full of three heads. This is enough proof how extraordinary the people in the car are.

It's not just strength, the background is extremely amazing.

Feeling the mighty wind coming from behind, Ling Xian frowned. He always walked on the side of the road and didn't stand at the center of the road. What's the problem with the chariot behind?

But he didn't say anything, and stepped back a little.

However, the sound of cold drinking came again, and it was even more rude.

"Get away, you deserve it."

Hearing that Ling Xian frowned, but he didn't want to have trouble, and took two steps back to the side again. As a result, he retreated to the curb.

As a result, the chariot behind him also came close, and it was only a few feet away from him. The horror of the three horses that ran to the moon came horrifyingly.

It made him look cold and a little angry. He backed up again and again, and had tolerated it twice. As a result, the tank not only did not converge, but became more overbearing. How could he not be angry?

At this moment, the three horses that ran to the moon lifted their iron hoofs and stepped down towards Lingxian, showing madness.

This is overbearing, you know, it's a monster with three heads. If you are stepped on, even if you are not dead, you must end up with a serious injury.

Therefore, Ling Xian was furious. He flickered to the right, avoiding the blow. Then he turned and looked cold.

"Which crime should you commit?"

"What crime should you do? Do you know who I am, Master? Don't say it didn't kill you. Even if you hit you, nobody dares to do justice for you."

A disdainful word came from the car, which was very overbearing and full of superiority.

This made Ling Xian's eyes cold, and said, "A good overbearing boy, I just don't know if you have the strength to match it."

"Oh, listen to that, and want to do something with my little master?"

The curtain was opened by one hand, revealing a young man in a robe. He looked disdainful and scorned: "There is no mana waste, and dare to talk to me like this, you really don't know how to write the dead words."

"You are too overbearing and too crazy."

Ling Xian's expression cooled down. He walked on the road without recruiting anyone, but there was a chariot about to hit him. That's all, but after he retired twice, this man is still a murderer. What kind of hegemony is this?

How can we not make him angry?

"Domineering is the exclusive right of the strong, and waste like you can only be obedient."

The youth dismissed a smile and played with the taste: "I think you are out of luck. I'm in a bad mood today. I just kill someone for pleasure and relax my mood."

The words he said were soft and natural. Obviously, casual killing was a common occurrence for him.

"Relax?"

Ling Xian was annoyed and said, "Very good, unfortunately, you found the wrong person."

"Haha, a dead man without mana, dare to say that to me?" The young man laughed loudly, and said, "Break me down on his bones!"

The voice dropped, three heads ran to the moon and hissed in unison, bowl-shaped hoofs fell high, and they had the power to break the mountains and rivers!

"you wanna die!"

Ling Xian's expression was cold, too lazy to talk nonsense, raising her hand was a slap. Suddenly, the torrential weather surged out of blood, breaking up the space, and flipping three horses to the moon.

"boom!"

Three beeps, Ben Yuema crashed to the ground, flesh and blood, dead.

This made the young man rise into the air and his face changed slightly, but he didn't panic and sneered: "It seems that I despised you. It turns out that you are a refiner, but what about it? The strength of the master, not you Can compete! "

After finishing speaking, he was full of bright light, a magnificent mid-infant's momentum, and far beyond the same level.

No doubt, this is a Tianjiao who once reached the extreme in a certain realm!

"Boy, kill my horse!"

With a scornful smile, the young man swooped down, his arms seemed to have great strength, and he was severely dropped towards Ling Xian.

That terrible mighty power directly shattered the space.

However, Ling Xian not only did not change color, but showed a touch of irony. A monk in the middle of the Yuanyuan period, even if it is Tianjiao, he can raise his hand to kill.

And it's true.

Facing the powerful blow from the youth, Ling Xian burst out with a palm, instantly breaking his offensive. Then he slammed it **** the man's face.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, half of the young man's face was broken, and his body flew upside down a dozen meters away. The blood couldn't stop flowing.

This made him scream in anger while he was in pain: "Damn, you dare to hit me, do you know who I am!"

"I care who you are, even if you are the son of Tianxian, I can't beat it!"

Ling Xian's eyes were cold and instantly appeared in front of the youth. After that, he kept coming out, but only used 30% of his strength, in order to teach this person in this humiliating way.

"Papapa!"

A crisp sound echoed, each one representing a slap, making the youth feel humiliated.

On weekdays, relying on his strong strength and background, he has always been rampant. But now, being beaten up by a more powerful man, how can he not feel humiliated?

But more is anger and fear.

"Damn, I must kill you!"

The youth roared again and again, fighting for destiny and mana, trying to resist. However, without any exception, his attacks were broken by Ling Xian.

This made him even more scared, and finally realized that he had provoked an extraordinary person.

"kill me?"

Ling Xian laughed and punched the young man's chest fiercely. Suddenly, the man spewed a blood spurt, and his chest bones were all broken.

This made him feel heartbreaking pain, not only his face twisted, but even tears came out.

"I really want to see, what qualifications do you have to say to kill me."

Ling Xian sneered, right foot on the young man's calf, and then suddenly hard.

"Ka!"

A crisp bone fracture sounded, and the young man's calf was immediately crushed by Ling Xian. It hurt him so coldly that he screamed loudly, his eyes staring at those in front of him full of fear.

Of course, regret is indispensable. How can regret be so unobtrusive that it provokes such a devil!

"Now I see how crazy you are."

Seeing this, Ling Xian's heart finally broke out. Afterwards, he strode forward, walking slowly towards the place where the party was held, leaving only a word of warning echoing.

"I advise you, don't come to me anymore, otherwise I'll take your life."