The witch god saw Tang Haoran kill the three patriarchs of the witch sect with his own eyes, and he was relaxed and freehand, he immediately put away his contempt, and even regretted it a little, the first battle after he got out of the customs, he shouldn't provoke this Huaxia Shaohua!

The first step is to integrate the major factions of the Wumen Sect, and take Tang Haoran, who is in the limelight in the martial arts world today, to announce his return to the martial arts world.

But I never dreamed that when I first saw the face of the Chinese boy, the entire Wumen had been half-killed by others.

"Sure enough, the old man admits that he misjudged you!"

The witch god finally spoke, and waved his hand to let the thirteen strong men retreat to his side.

The thirteen powerhouses had already been frightened, and they almost retreated.

"You're just a frog at the bottom of the well, and you deserve to speculate on me?"

Tang Haoran snorted coldly in disdain, and made a sword-swinging motion, and a sword qi roared out.

"Daring fanatic!"

The witch god was furious, and the staff of hell in his hand pointed forward, and a wave of jet-black qi burst out, colliding with the cyan sword qi in the air, with a loud bang, like detonating a bomb.

"Okay, Lord Witch God blocked it!"

The thirteen powerhouses were excited.

They didn't know the shock in the witch god's heart, they really didn't know if they tried, they were startled when they tried, this simple trick was hard, and it made him even more jealous.

"Old guy, I have no grudges with your witch sect, you provoked me first, then don't blame me for killing. ”

"The purpose of my coming here, you must also know, I will give you three minutes to think about it, and hand over my friend's yang soul. ”

Otherwise, the consequences are not something you can afford. ”

Tang Haoran lightly put away the sword and said calmly.

Yes, his words are a bit much.

"Hmph, you said it easily, you calculate yourself, how many of us did you kill before and after?"

One of the powerhouses scolded.

"Don't you understand people's words? The master said that you provoked me first, so you should be killed. ”

Tang Haoran sneered.

The witch god's blood-red eyes stared at Tang Haoran, and he suddenly giggled, the laughter was sharp and piercing, like a ghost, and suddenly stopped, the staff of hell slammed to the ground, and with a buzzing sound, the top of the scepter suddenly lit up with red light, like a red ball the size of a basketball.

In the red orb, there was a vague figure.

"Zheng Wei!"

Tang Haoran's heart trembled, and he couldn't wait to rush up to take it back, and forced himself to calm down and calm down.

"This is your woman's yang soul, as long as the old man moves his mind a little, her yang soul will be wiped out!"

Seeing the murderous appearance of the Chinese boy, the witch god couldn't help laughing, and added: "You can appear here for her, it is enough to show that she is important in your heart, the old man now gives you a choice, you and her, can only live one, either you take the initiative to die here, or, you watch your woman disappear!"

Die here on your own initiative?

Of course Tang Haoran would not believe the other party's nonsense, even if he died, it would be impossible for this old immortal to let Zheng Wei go, with his cruelty and strong revenge against the people in the Wumen, I am afraid that the people around him will also become the target of their revenge in the future.

Don't be impulsive, be calm!

Tang Haoran silently reminded himself, and said calmly: "How can I trust you? Even if I commit suicide, I guess you will not let go of my friend!"

"Hahaha......"

The witch god burst out laughing, he liked to see this young man angry, but he couldn't have a seizure, and said arrogantly: "Because you have no choice, you can only choose to believe me, of course, the old man's personal reputation is okay." ”

Credibility OK?

Tang Haoran secretly greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the witch god.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Tang Haoran slowly lifted the sword in his hand.

"Wait!"

The witch god smiled and said, "Such a wonderful scene, how can you not let your woman enjoy it." If she saw it, she would definitely be moved to death, and the old man couldn't wait to see this moving picture of love. ”

As soon as his voice fell, a mana shot out, and the figure in the red ball of light gradually came alive.

"Haoran!"

Zheng Wei's yang soul woke up from her deep sleep, and when she saw the figure of the young man who was thinking about it for a long time, she thought it was a dream.

"Little Brother, I'm here to save you. ”

Tang Haoran had mixed feelings and forced out a smile.

"I, what's wrong with me? Where am I?"

Zheng Wei didn't know what was going on yet.

The witch god interrupted impatiently: "Okay, okay little girl, the old man is here to tell you that your life and soul are in my hands, that is to say, your life and death are in the hands of the old man." This kid is going to trade his life for yours, he must be touched, right? ”

The witch god turned to Tang Haoran again and said: "Boy, you have killed countless people in my clan, the old man will not let you die happily, now, pick up the sword in your hand, obey the command of the old man, start with the leg, stab up with a sword, don't rush, take your time, hahaha......"

"Okay, I promise you, I hope you will be the talk!"

Tang Haoran gritted his teeth and said.

"Haoran, don't worry about me! don't listen to him, you go quickly!!" Zheng Wei finally understood what was going on, and hissed and shouted.

"Shut up!" The witch god's mana moved, and a jet-black dagger crossed Zheng Wei's snow-white neck, and suddenly, a shallow red mark appeared.

Tang Haoran's body trembled, he held the sword in his hand tightly, and the killing intent in his eyes flashed.

"Isn't it distressing? I don't want your woman to be in pain, so hurry up, kneel down for the old man first, stab him from the right leg, and I'll give you three seconds, otherwise, you will see your woman disappear in excruciating pain, three...... 2. ......"

The witch god saw Tang Haoran's performance in his eyes and couldn't help laughing.

"I'll kneel!"

With a plop, Tang Haoran landed on his knees.

"Haoran don't, don't kneel to him......" Zheng Wei burst into tears, her head twisted violently, and she wanted to crash into the black dagger, she would rather commit suicide than see the god-like young man in her heart kneel to others, but the dagger was weirdly gone, and she couldn't do it if she wanted to die.

"Why are you so stupid, you are the best and best man in the world, I don't want you to kneel to anyone, you get up quickly, hurry up and kill them all for me!!"

Zheng Wei's eyes were blinded by tears, looking at the young man who was kneeling on the ground for herself, her heart was broken.

"Hehe, what an infatuated couple. ”

"Paralyzed, this little crumb also has today!"

"It's still the witch god who is tall, and he subdued this kid with a raise of his hand. ”

At this time, the thirteen powerhouses were all relieved, and their mood was extremely comfortable.

(End of chapter)