Chapter 862

The middle-aged man propped up his body, shook his dizzy head, finally saw the situation in front of him, suddenly stared, looked ferociously at Zhao Qiang who stepped on him, and roared again and again.

"Little bastard, do you fucking know who I am?"

Looking at the middle-aged man so angry, Zhao Qiang looked calmly at the slightest middle-aged man on the ground, with a slight side head and a murderous smile on the corners of his mouth.

"What do you know, what do you know?" Zhao Qiang asked in a plain way, with a full tone of mind. Even for him, even if he knew the identity of the middle-aged man, even the patriarch of three noble spirits could not be safe and sound after finishing up his wife in front of Zhao Qiang.

If he didn't have himself, I'm afraid that with Li Feng's simple temperament and beautiful appearance, the middle-aged man in front of him would have a more obscene idea. Zhao Qiang always felt that Yi Yin was purely a personal hobby. After all, he didn't hurt others, but it was the dirty smile and tone of the middle-aged man staring at Li Feng, Let Zhao Qiang know that he is wrong. Yi Yin is really disgusting.

The middle-aged man didn't expect Zhao Qiang to be so arrogant. He didn't even ask his identity, so he spoke directly and calmly.

As soon as Zhao Qiang's cold and faint words came out, the middle-aged man's men suddenly burst into an uproar. You know who dares to talk to his leader like this? What is the origin of the boy in front of you? Judging from his identity, he doesn't look like a werewolf.

The decisive move just made was dazzling and almost invisible. Before the middle-aged man spoke again, Zhao Qiang squatted down slowly and his eyes were flat with those of the middle-aged man.

"Now let me ask who you are? Why did you appear in wolf soldier town? If I remember correctly, this is not the territory of the leopard clan!"

He was humiliated by Zhao Qiang in front of his subordinates. Even Zhao Qiang asked his questions with an Interrogator's attitude. Such shame made the middle-aged man's face more angry and ferocious. He suddenly drank violently and explained to several of his subordinates.

"Kill him quickly! What are you doing?" and the subordinate in the stupor was stunned at this time. Then he took out his weapon and shot at Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang was unmoved. To tell the truth, he didn't see the strength of this team.

The sleeve robe suddenly waved, and a strong wind broke out.

Boom! Boom!

The strong wind suddenly produced strong energy in the air, which hit the subdued man. The energy generated by the swing of his sleeve robe also seriously injured the middle-aged man under his feet again.

Directly let him suddenly gush out a mouthful of blood again, and his face was instantly pale. However, even so, the middle-aged man did not give up his struggle, and the aura of his whole body was quietly condensed.

Then.

Zhao Qiang felt a strong wind coming at his feet. With this strong wind, Zhao Qiang suddenly stepped back. At the moment of Zhao Qiang's retreat, a Tang Dao wrapped in aura suddenly attacked Zhao Qiang's face. After the Tang Dao, a middle-aged man shot and his ferocious body.

Zhao Qiang looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly lifted the corners of his mouth. With a slight wave of his broad sleeved robe, he inhaled the middle-aged man's men in front of him.

Puff!

The man who stood in the way of Zhao Qiang was hurt by Tang Dao and almost spit blood and fell to the ground in an instant. The middle-aged man didn't stop his attack. The anger humiliated by Zhao Qiang made him seem to have lost his mind.

Looking at such a fierce middle-aged man, Zhao Qiang was not in the slightest panic. His toes kept stepping at the midpoint of the void, and the man's figure followed him closely, but only from the degree of aura, it can be seen that Zhao Qiang was playing with this man at all.

The man was breathing heavily at the moment. Every time she was about to approach Zhao Qiang, Zhao Qiang always kicked his foot and shot away, just like playing with him. The aura in the body was only chasing Zhao Qiang, which had consumed most of it.

In just a few rounds, the middle-aged man didn't meet Zhao Qiang at all. On the contrary, his men were often inhaled by Zhao Qiang to become Zhao Qiang's meat shield. What he hurt was only his subordinates.

The more you can't touch Zhao Qiang, the more angry the middle-aged man is. Finally, Zhao Qiang seems to have played enough. The body suddenly stopped in the void, and a long sword flashing in the hand was impressively in hand.

"You've been playing for a long time. Now go to death!" the immortal killing sword exudes the smell of killing. The smell of destruction from the immortal sword wrapped by aura is unbearable for middle-aged men.

Zhao Qiang's body was suddenly shot out in an instant. Almost in the blink of an eye, it was in front of a middle-aged man. The immortal killing sword fell slowly, mixed with incomparably strong strength. It was to face the middle-aged man's head. The sharp breaking wind made the middle-aged man's face paler.

The original Reiki in the body · has been almost consumed. At this time, there are few Reiki that can be mobilized in the body · but he still can only choose to resist.

He worked hard to run all the auras around him. Zhao Qiang looked at the middle-aged man and hissed. The auras in his body condensed again.

With the Reiki condensation in Zhao Qiang's body, we can feel the more and more intense sense of oppression from the God killing immortal sword, while the Reiki armor condensed by the middle-aged man is very fragile. It is not the opponent of the God immortal sword at all, with the sound of clicking.

The aura shield of a middle-aged man is broken. With this sound, the Qi of killing and cutting is also coming. The powerful Qi oppresses and slightly distorts the middle-aged man's face.

"Spare my life! Please, my Lord!"

Finally, the strong smell of death came, so that the middle-aged man had to speak and suddenly knelt down to beg for mercy to Zhao Qiang.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Zhao Qiang sneered, and then took back the immortal killing sword. At the moment, the middle-aged man was relieved that there was no threat of immortal killing sword on his head.

Almost in these ten minutes, the middle-aged man has grown old and looked haggard.

Zhao Qiang was too lazy to talk nonsense and looked up at the direction of the wolf Army: "tell me, who are you? What happened in the wolf army town?"