"Oh?"

"Is this the woman's order to cut off your hands and feet?"

Ling Hao looked at the thin young man with deep meaning, but he didn't rush to make a move.

This thin young man was obviously the weakest of the seven.

Ling Hao has also been rumored to be a god in Longjiang City these days, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a master of the Yuan God Realm.

Now, relying on a sect disciple of the eighth layer of the Tiangang Realm, he wants him to be restrained, and he has to cut off his hands and feet, which is too much to ignore his prestige Ling Hao.

However, this is also the temperament of the disciples of the sect, and there is no one in their eyes!

Once, Ling Hao was the same.

"Whose orders you command. ”

Sensing the disdain in Ling Hao's eyes, the thin young man's face immediately turned gloomy.

When he came, he had already patted his chest and promised to bring Ling Hao back, but now it seems that people are not afraid of him at all.

"Your family has never handed you over, do you have to answer the questions asked by the elders truthfully?"

Ling Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, his palm moved, and he fanned towards the thin young man's face like thunder.

Syllable!

This slap was extremely crisp, and the thin young man only felt a flower in front of him, and a sharp pain came from the right side of his face, and by the way, there was also a hot meaning.

"You... You dare to hit me, I am the seventh son of the Heavenly Sword..."

Syllable!

Before the thin young man's voice fell, Ling Hao slapped him in the face again, and said: "It doesn't matter what the Seven Sons of the Heavenly Sword are, or the Seven Daughters of the Heavenly Sword, if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, you just said that you want me to cut off my hands and feet, and now this sentence is given to you as it is." ”

The two slaps were just the blink of an eye, and there was not even time to blink, and the thin young man was completely stunned.

Who is he, the seventh son of the Heavenly Sword, what a cultivator, the peak of the eighth layer of Tiangang, one step and nine layers.

What status, the existence of being able to walk sideways in the Heavenly Sword Gate, but in this small Longjiang City, he was slapped twice in a row by a person.

Moreover, they didn't even see each other's movements clearly.

If it spreads, will he still have the face to return to the sect?

Bang Bang Bang!

Before the thin young man could come back to his senses, Ling Hao's eyes were cold, and his palms shook up and down like a phantom.

Crisp voices came out in an endless stream.

Under the car, Nie Hu was completely stunned.

He is also a second-layer martial artist of Tiangang, and the momentum displayed by the thin young man is a few points stronger than that of the family master.

But Ling Hao is simply like a son who can't teach a lesson.

This slap in the face made him feel unbearable.

"Grass, Lao Tzu must cut off your hands and feet, and then slowly kill you. ”

The slap fell, and the thin young man's face was like ash, especially the pointing and pointing of the people around him, which made his heart feel like he had been pierced with poisonous needles.

He was so angry that he smoked.

"Give me death. ”

At this time, the thin young man couldn't care about anything, his body moved lightly and jumped more than a meter high, and a leg sweep came towards Ling Hao's door.

He was an eighth-layer powerhouse in the Tiangang Realm, and this blow contained even more rage, and the internal force up and down his body had already filled his left leg.

If you hit Ling Hao, you will have to be crippled if you don't die.

The skinny young man has enough self-confidence because what he is best at is leg manoeuvre.

Seeing that the leg sweep was about to hit, a touch of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.

"What's the only way to do it?"

At this moment, Ling Hao smiled indifferently, and with a slight movement of his hanging arm, he firmly grasped the thin young man's leg.

It is not moving like a mountain, it is moving like a wind.

In terms of speed, ten thin young men were no match for Ling Hao.

This is especially true when it comes to strength.

"I'll take this leg first. ”

A sneering smile appeared at the corner of Ling Hao's mouth, and as soon as his hand was folded, the thin young man's left leg was immediately bent into an extremely strange arc, and the soles of his feet were actually close to his knees.

Not only that, the part of the young man that was grasped by Ling Hao's palm had become fragments, and even the elixir could not be cured.

Boom!

Throwing the young man to the ground casually, Ling Hao leaped up, and when he fell, he stepped on the young man's right leg again.

The tragic scream came again, Ling Hao patted his brows, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, the angle of the fall may be a little bad." ”

Maybe something is not good?

This Tema is not good, you are intentional when you are intentional, and how to say it is high-sounding.

The people around him couldn't stand it anymore, especially Nie Hu, the corners of his mouth twitched, if he hadn't known Ling Hao's prestige, he would have laughed heartily at this moment.

"My legs, my legs..."

The thin young man looked at Ling Hao in horror, his eyes full of resentment.

Scrapping his leg is not the same as taking his life.

Clenching his teeth, the resentment of the thin young man deepened with the pain in his legs: "Senior sister will definitely avenge me, don't be too complacent." ”

From childhood to adulthood, only he bullied others and stepped on other people's legs.

Today, I didn't expect the feng shui to take turns, and his legs were crushed.

From beginning to end, he didn't even see Ling Hao's movements clearly.

This is beyond the perception of emaciated youth.

Even now, his sword has never had a chance to be unsheathed.

"When the duck is cooked, it's hard to have a mouthful. ”

Ling Hao shook his head, jumped slightly, and stomped off the thin young man's arms with another kick before waving his hand and saying indifferently: "Tell you what senior sister, if you want to find trouble with Ling, you have to be prepared to be slapped in the face." ”

"Next time, Ling won't be so soft-hearted. ”

The words fell, and Maybach roared away, leaving only the mournful voice and curse of the thin man.

Half an hour later, the Central People's Hospital.

The iceberg woman swept over the thin man with an indifferent face, and the veins on her temples kept beating.

Her voice was really as cold as an iceberg at this time: "Now, it's time to test our Heavenly Sword Duel." ”

"Uncle Wang, you go and invite Ling Hao, when the time comes, the six of our senior brothers will be able to easily kill him. ”

Beside the woman, the corners of Wang Ritian's mouth twitched constantly, panicking.

He originally thought that the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were invincible, but who knew that they were also vulnerable, and they didn't even touch the corners of Ling Hao's clothes.

"Uncle Wang, you seem to be a little unhappy to look at you?"

Seeing Wang Ritian's stumbling appearance, the iceberg woman's brows immediately furrowed.

"No... No. I'll send out the invitation right away. ”

Looking at the iceberg woman's eyes, Wang Ritian's neck shrank suddenly, and he could only nod.