Chapter 126: - You Are Not Worth of Anything (3/3)

Especially Liu Bulin, his veins were rippling, nervous, scared, and frightened to spasm.

“Old man, this young man said to destroy your Liu family is to destroy your Liu family, this young man speaks never a mouthful of nails, you can open your eyes to see clearly, first kill your son!!!” Just then, Hong Zihai laughed and opened his mouth, his laughter was loud, still incomparably cruel and wild, and as he spoke, he gave Uncle Teng a look.

Liu Tianxiong did not say a word, he was still in the midst of chaos of thought and indescribable fear, the extreme fright was like a cage prison, which banned his thinking, he was already a little bit of temperature, only the dead corpse-like cold.

“Senior, please also give old man a face!” Into the eyes, Teng uncle was about to walk in front of Liu Bulin, and Zhu He took a deep breath and stood out.

By that moment, Liu Tianxiong finally had a hint of thinking back, and for a moment, he frantically turned his head to look at Zhu He, and what burst out of his eyes, which were quickly welling up with blood, was extreme begging for life and pleading.

He begged Zhu He to save Liu Bulin.

“Give you a face?” At the same time, Uncle Teng blinked his eyes, raised his eyebrows, incomparably playful, staring at Zhu He, his eyes hideous and cold: “Old man, you’re really a waste to the extreme, at this age you’re still only in the early Profound Qi Power Practice Realm, so your face doesn’t seem to be worth anything at all, right, how about, I send you to the hell! Waste is not qualified to live!”

As the words fell.

“Swish!”

The scimitar in Uncle Teng’s hand actually moved like a light shadow.

Zhu He’s face changed wildly, and subconsciously wanted to resist and make a move.

But, it was too late, too fast!

Between lightning and fire, Zhu He’s only felt a stabbing pain in his wrist, the whole person crazy backwards.

His hand tendons had been broken, and blood was flowing rapidly as if it was pouring.

Zhu He’s painful groan||Yan, horrified, and regardless of the pain, he continued to retreat with all his strength, trying to get rid of Uncle Teng.

But, Uncle Teng was unforgiving, bullying forward, the speed was much faster than the speed of Zhu He retreat.

After the blink of an eye, he already stood in front of Zhu He’s body, the ghostly cold kill, simply like the shadow of death, scimitar with the wind of death, swept towards Zhu He’s neck.

Zhu He’s eyes viciously contracted, almost suffocated.

At this moment, he felt the approach of death, a very clear, very cold, very real taste of death.

“My life is over!” Only this one desperate thought remained in Zhu He’s mind.

Uncle Teng’s face was full of excitement, he loved killing, enjoyed killing, especially killing martial artists, that kind of taste is fascinating.

Between the excitement, the scimitar in his hand slashed faster, simply like the wind like a shadow.

However.

It was also this split second.

Suddenly.

Everything seemed to be still and fixed.

What Zhu He did not expect, what Uncle Teng did not expect, what Hong Zihai did not expect, what everyone present did not expect ……

It was like a ghost god descending, a person inexplicably appeared beside Zhu He, he was a young man!!!

So sudden, so eerie and ghostly.

It was Su Chen.

At this moment, Su Chen had no expression on his face. He and Uncle Teng looked at each other: “I don’t know, is my face worth money?”

Su Chen’s voice was not loud and quiet, but the quietness was a suffocating oppression.

At the same time, it was clearly visible that Su Chen was grabbing Uncle Teng’s wrist.

Including Uncle Teng himself, present, no one could see how he grabbed Uncle Teng’s wrist?

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