Lambato Roland faced Zhang Xiaotian's fierce and incomparable stick, and a hint of ridicule appeared on his face.

His body's defense power was indeed not as strong as that of the same body refining demon clan, but it was not because he was weaker than the other ninth-order demon clans, but because he spent more energy on his cultivation speed.

It's like when other demon clans refine their bodies, most of the "skill points" are evenly distributed, and speed, strength, defense, etc. progress together, but he is seriously biased, and his strength and defense are much weaker than those of the same level of demon clans, and most of the "points" are added to the speed.

The advantages and disadvantages of this approach are equally obvious, the disadvantage is that the development is uneven, but it is far superior to the peers in terms of speed.

Seeing that the shadow of the stick was about to touch his forehead, Lambato Roland's forward figure suddenly froze, and then dissipated like a mirror under the ferocious stick momentum.

Zhang Xiaotian missed the blow and rushed forward without hesitation, and at the same time turned around and waved his hand, and the thousand machines became heavy and turned into a long sword, slashing backwards.

In the void, the figure of Lambato Roland appeared, he smiled gloomily, his hands turned into fists, like a warrior swinging a hammer, slammed from top to bottom on the thousand machine changes.

"Boom......" There was a roar, resounding through the square space, the ground shook, and the void rippled.

Zhang Xiaotian only felt a fierce force coming from the sword, and before he could dissolve it, his body shook suddenly, his eyes were dark, his ears were thundering, his hands and feet were weak, and the blood vessels in his body seemed to burst open.

Holding the hands of a thousand changes, he lost consciousness completely.

The ground within a radius of several zhang was affected by the residual force, and it was suddenly cracked and shattered.

Zhang Xiaotian's feet also fell deep into the loess.

Lambato Roland's weakness in strength is only relative to the ninth-level demon clan of refining bodies, which is really much higher than Zhang Xiaotian!

Especially now that Zhang Xiaotian's source power consumption is huge, and he has never focused on cultivation by relying on a few adventures in refining his body, as well as the incidental strengthening effect when he cultivates the Great Dream Technique.

Therefore, in terms of physical strength, he can beat a source force martial artist of the same level, but against the demon clan that mainly refines the body and has a higher realm, it is not enough to see it!

Zhang Xiaotian only felt that his bones were about to be shattered, and the hand holding the sword could barely be raised, if he didn't have any spare strength, he really wanted to turn his head to see what Meilanda's banshee was doing, how could he not take down that fat demon until now!

With the help of the reaction force on the sword, Lambato Roland took off again, flew above Zhang Xiaotian, and slashed down with another punch.

Zhang Xiaotian watched as if this punch was solid, and he would properly receive the boxed lunch.

At this moment, Meilanda's Qingli voice came from not far away, "Stop, you don't want your son's life?!" ”

Rumble!

The fist fell from Zhang Xiaotian's side, and the incomparably concentrated force knocked the ground out of a deep pit.

Lambato Roland looked ahead with an angry look on his face.

And Zhang Xiaotian, who had his back to Meilanda, showed joy.

"It's so dangerous, I'm almost here!"

As soon as the mood of rejoicing rose, Lambato Roland above had already fallen beside him, reaching out and patting him on the head, Zhang Xiaotian fainted.

"Princess Meranda, let my son go, and remove the poison from his body, otherwise you human slave will not be able to save his beautiful head."

Lambato Roland took Zhang Xiaotian out of the loess, pressed one hand on his head, and said coldly.

Meilanda grinned and said with a nonchalant expression: "I don't care, I'm just a slave anyway, let's die, I can pick out dozens of such ones at any time at any time." But your son is different, as far as I know, the Lambato family is such a single seedling, right? ”

The armor on Lambato Roland's face shrank, revealing a face that could not see emotion and eyes that narrowed into a slit, completely unable to see what he was thinking now.

casually threw the faint Zhang Xiaotian on the ground, Lambato Roland said:

"So, Princess Meranda doesn't care about the life or death of this slave?"

He paused, his eyes narrowed as if looking at Meranda, and then at Lambato Mingzhu, who was tied into a dumpling with a black whip, and continued:

"Very well, then I'll kill him!"

Lambato Roland lifted his palm and before it could fall, a pig-like scream came from the opposite side, and then he saw the sharp end of the black whip piercing deep into his son's chest.

"Daddy, Daddy, if you have something to say, don't rush to kill this slave first!" Lambato Pearl screamed.

Unresponsive to his son's screams, Lambato Loren's palm slowly fell, and as his palm fell, the tip of the whip continued to sink deep into Lambato Pearl's chest.

The fat demon's screams became more and more terrible.

"Daddy, save me, it's no good, my son is going to die, I'm really going to die!"

Gently, Lambato Loren's palm stopped on Zhang Xiaotian's head and stopped going down.

Lambato Roland looked at Meilanda, his brows frowned slightly, "Princess Meilanda, I don't believe you really dare to kill Mingzhu, you must know that if he is dead, you will have nothing to rely on, so you are not afraid that the old man will kill you?" ”

"Hehe, Patriarch Roland, you're right, I really don't dare to kill this dead fat pig, but I can torture him!"

As he spoke, the tip of the long black whip retracted, stretched violently, and fell into Lambato Mingzhu's head, and a bloody black ear fell off.

"You!"

Lambato Roland finally couldn't pretend anymore, and his face changed greatly, wondering if he would also cut off some part of this human body, but he was afraid that it would be self-defeating.

In case this human being crippled or disfigured by him, causing the value of this human slave to be greatly reduced in the eyes of Meranda, and even giving up this son because of this, then what else can he exchange for his son?!

For a moment he hesitated.

"I said Patriarch Roland, if you don't do this, you will let my family Ding Dong first, and then I will give your son the antidote to the poison that he took before, and after you wait for us to leave a certain distance, we will release your son, how about it?"

Lambato Roland snorted coldly, "When I was a three-year-old?" This method is not binding on you at all, what if you break your word? ”

"So what do you say?"

Meilanda was still smiling, as if she didn't care much about Zhang Xiaotian, but she didn't care at all, but the kind of "valuable, but not so big that it could make me pay too much".

Lambato Roland had no doubt that this was the correct expression of the relationship between master and slave, but he did not expect that the two men were actually in opposite positions.

Without Zhang Xiaotian, Meilanda, who also took Biluo Huangquan Dan, would not be able to live.

(End of chapter)