"Boom, Su family master, we meet again!" A piercing sneer sounded, and a group of strong people of the Blood Killing Society appeared around the Su family at some point, compared to more than ten days, these people were covered in a heavier smell of blood, but if you look closely, you will find that there are several fewer members of the Blood Killing Society.

But this does not affect the strength of the group of people in the Blood Killing Society, among the remaining dozen people, there is a Martial King, five Martial Spirits, and the rest are all mid-to-late stage cultivators of the Martial Arts, such a lineup is not comparable to the Su family's side at all.

"It's not good!"

At this moment, the expressions of the children of the Su family also changed, staring at the people of the Blood Killing Society, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn, and even some people had nervous and fearful looks on their faces.

"I don't know what the Blood Demon Hall Master has to ask?" Su Hongtai looked solemn and bowed slightly towards the Blood Demon.

"I don't have anything to ask for, I just want to borrow something from you!" said with a blood-red look in his eyes, and his face was full of anger.

"What is it? It seems that there is nothing in our Su family that the Lord of the Blood Demon Hall looks at, if there is, Su Mou is willing to borrow it!" At this time, Su Hongtai's heart was already vigilant, and a strong spiritual power had been condensed between his hands.

"If you are willing to borrow nature, it is best to borrow your head, we want to let the world know that if you dare to be the enemy of my Blood Killing Sect, this is the end!"

The cold voice fell, and the bloody paw slammed on the ground, and the terrifying bloody aura swept out of his body, and with a wave of the bloody palm, a blood-colored giant claw went directly towards Su Hongtai.

"Drink!"

Seeing this blood-colored giant claw breaking through the air, Su Hongtai shouted angrily, slapped his palm, and when the spiritual power rolled, it was also a big hand that broke through the air towards the blood claw.

Both of them are the early stage of the Martial King's cultivation, and there is little difference in strength, but Su Hongtai is old after all, once he fights for a long time, he will definitely lack strength, and he is likely to be defeated in the end, and what is even more deadly is that the young disciples of the Su family are not the opponents of the Blood Killing Society at all.

You must know that the Blood Killing Society is all martial artists in the middle and late stages of cultivation, and there are several martial spirit powerhouses among them, just with the cultivation of the Su family, a group of warriors who are only seventeen or eighteen years old, it is impossible for the opponent of the other party.

"This little girl is good, she is waiting to be released, but it is very suitable for Lao Tzu's taste!" A middle-aged man with scars on his face sneered, and his eyes full of desire fell on Su Xiaoxiao, making Su Xiaoxiao's face cold.

And this middle-aged man's cultivation is not weak, he has the cultivation of the middle stage of the martial spirit, and I am afraid that he is also a deacon-level existence in the Blood Killing Society.

"Bang bang bang!"

When the middle-aged man walked towards Su Xiaoxiao with this scar, the children of the Su family were knocked away by a punch one after another, and they were already unconscious when they fell to the ground one by one. The two sides are not of the same level in terms of cultivation strength or actual combat experience, so in one face, the children of the Su family have all been defeated.

Only Su Xiaoxiao, who was targeted by the middle-aged man with a scar, did not fall, even Su Jian, who was in the early stage of martial arts cultivation, was also knocked down by a martial artist with a late stage of martial arts in one face, obviously the strength of the two sides is not of the same level at all.

"Little girl, as long as you serve Lao Tzu and Lao Tzu's group of brothers well, maybe Lao Tzu will let them go when he is happy!" Walking towards Su Xiaoxiao step by step, the smile of the scarred middle-aged man couldn't help but feel disgusting.