1878: C1878 The Killing Force of the Saints(part Ii)

C1878 The Killing Force of the Saints(part Ii)

Facing Chu Yang, they were like six farmers facing a venomous snake: they were farmers, farmers with no experience in hunting venomous snakes; Chu Yang was a venomous snake, a venomous snake that had no antidote in the world.1

The farmer was confident that he could kill this snake and use it to soak in medicinal wine. However, he knew that one or more of them would definitely be bitten by this snake and would be poisoned to death!

"You should know that you're definitely a nuisance, right?"

The first to speak was a short and vigorous youth. He seemed to agree with a sentence — condensing the essence! The connection and fusion of the body and magic power, as well as the connection and fusion of the soul and spirit, were also perfect. They formed the most tight defense, making it impossible for water to splash in and even harder to pierce through.

Chu Yang could even see that his martial arts techniques were flowing like the clouds and flowing like the water, extremely skilled.

However, this short and vigorous youth's emotions were now full of holes, full of anger and disgust. Seeing Chu Yang acting as if he had met his natural enemy, he did not conceal the killing intent in his heart, releasing it like a tsunami.

Chu Yang really couldn't have any good feelings towards such a person. He smiled and only said one word, "Name!"

"Humph!" The short and vigorous youth could not help but snort coldly, "Desolate Dog, listen well — — Third Jane!"

As soon as the word "wild dog" fell into his ears, Chu Yang couldn't help but retort, "Jian San, many people will like your height. At the very least, you look like a dwarf, you will comfort people who aren't too satisfied with your height, because you let them know that they aren't the worst!"

Chu Yang was indeed a venomous snake. With a move of his venomous tongue, he opened his mouth and attacked, jabbing at Jane's pain.

It wasn't that the short one was concerned about his height, but it was a pity that this Jian San was very concerned about it. Suddenly, he became like a demon as his sinister eyes stared at Chu Yang. He wanted to say some malicious words but forced himself to hold it in.

He suddenly changed the topic. "What would you feel if you were in the middle of winter, sleeping with a woman in your arms, suddenly being pulled out of bed by someone?"

It was sudden, but I wasn't here to be angry. I was here to solve a problem.

Chu Yang thought about it for a moment, that would definitely be a terrible thing to do, "I know how to curse, who knows if I might even kill people!"

"What if, not only do you not dare to curse, you don't even dare to kill, and you can only kneel there while shivering?" Jian San spoke again, "What will your feelings be?"

"Is that so?" Chu Yang's pupils shrank as he understood why Jian San was standing in front of him.

"Can I know who the thing that pulled you out of your bed was?"

"Tsk tsk!" Jane San immediately laughed strangely: "You want to know? But, aren't you afraid that you'll be scared to death! "

"I'm scared out of my wits, that's my problem, what does it have to do with you!" Chu Yang was unhappy, but the attitude that Jian San had just expressed was that he was here to solve the problem, not to vent his anger.

After a brief moment of anger, Chu Yang repressed it as well.

"Alright, I'll satisfy you!" Jian San smiled even more teasingly. "Desolate Dog, listen carefully — Son of the Blood God, Son of the Dragon God, Huo Tianyi, Chen Dingkun, Ma Longteng, Yang Santai!"

"Is that enough?" He sneered, "Dire Dog, I can tell you clearly that no matter which one of the Saints from the Six Academies it is, they will not tolerate you right now!"

The eyes of the five people beside him were currently filled with a cold intent.

Chu Yang only knew one name – Son of the Dragon God!

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