Swire Overlord

Chapter 539 If you want to kill me, just come

The boss smiled suddenly at this moment: "Be careful after all, look at my clothes today, isn't it good?"

"Uh..." Zhao Yufan looked at the boss in astonishment, and nodded involuntarily, although he felt that the suit did not match the boss.Not only did he feel that the clothes did not match the boss, but Baisha and Lengfeng also felt this way, and the Four-Finger Sword Demon also felt this way, but the Four-Finger Sword Demon knew more things than Zhao Yufan and the others. Although the clothes may seem inappropriate now, at a certain moment, the clothes will be the most appropriate time for the boss.

The boss didn't mention his clothes just now, and Zhao Yufan and the others didn't feel it yet. After being reminded by the boss, they always felt that the boss's clothes were awkward and weird, and they even felt inexplicable fear after seeing too much of them.

"My battle robe!" The boss said leisurely, gently touching the spotless snow-white robe on his body.

The blood-red old devil's battle robe, one of the top ten old devils in the world today, is naturally unusual, but the only people who can know the meaning of this robe are those who have fought against him.

Zhao Yufan quietly looked at the deserted street through the window of Heilongli. From time to time, people on the street looked up, and in a certain alley or under a tree, there would be people silently watching Heilonglou.

At this moment, the street below the Black Dragon Tower is Zhao Yufan's battlefield.

More than a dozen figures slowly appeared below the Black Dragon Tower. The leader was serious and wore a yellow dragon-patterned robe. The person fighting beside him was Jia Ping, and after Jia Ping came the other two evil young men and ten Martial Emperors. strong.

A group of people looked up at the Black Dragon Tower, Jia Ping took two steps forward, raised his head and shouted: "Little wolf, you bastard, come out to me quickly, your grandpa is here!"

Bai Sha frowned and scolded back: "You don't have anything from dad!"

A few simple words left Jia Ping speechless.The majestic middle-aged man next to Jia Ping was his father Jia Zhiyu. When he heard someone daring to scold him, his face froze and he scolded: "Ping'er, come back!"

When Jia Ping retreated, Zhao Yufan and the others also came out of the Black Dragon Tower and jumped onto the street.

Many people in Xigui City knew that something was going to happen recently, and there were already many guests in the Black Dragon Tower, so in a short moment, many onlookers gathered around, and there were many strong people among these onlookers. , They looked at the scene in front of them playfully, their eyes full of expectation.

In the crowd, there were several acquaintances of Zhao Yufan, one was Cheng Dashan, and the other was Song Qing.Song Qing and his younger sister Song Fei were muttering something, their expressions were vaguely annoyed, as if they were arguing about something.

Zhao Yufan's sword had already been unsheathed, and the cold light was extremely dazzling under the sun.

Jia Ping's father Jia Zhiyu frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the boss, his expression was extremely ugly, "Blood red, what do you mean?"

The blood-red old devil patted the robe lightly, as if there was dust on the snow-white robe, and after a while, he lazily said: "It's not interesting."

"This matter has nothing to do with you, you'd better not meddle in your own business!" Jia Zhiyu warned, his eyes shifted to the Four Finger Sword Demon, and he said coldly, "You killed our family's Emperor Wu?"

"Hmm!" The Four-fingered Sword Demon responded lightly.

Jia Zhiyu's face became even uglier, the bloody old devil could talk to him with this attitude, but this four-fingered sword demon was not qualified enough, his eyes burst into a sharp look, and he said in a deep voice: "Are you talking to me? "

The Four-fingered Sword Demon looked at Jia Zhiyu impatiently, and said coldly, "If you want to kill me, just do it!" As he spoke, the sackcloth-wrapped sword behind his back trembled slightly, as if responding to his master's call.

"Hmph!" Jia Zhiyu snorted disdainfully, his eyes moved again, and finally fell on Zhao Yufan, "You are the little wolf?"

"It's me!" Zhao Yufan replied.

"It's just you!" Jia Zhiyu nodded in satisfaction, and said sharply, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Zhao Yufan looked sideways at the five-star sword in his hand, remained silent for a while, and replied, "I don't want to die."

The corner of Jia Zhiyu's mouth raised, and he said disdainfully: "It's also possible, but you have to hand over the sword!"

Zhao Yufan opened his eyes slightly, sniffled his nose, and said, "I'm short of money recently, so I sold my sword."

Jia Zhiyu knew that he bought the sword, but he also knew that it was only on consignment, and he could get it back from Qinglong Pavilion. The sword was very important, and he had to get it.After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "That sword should be on consignment. You take the sword back, and you can set a price for it."

His two completely different attitudes surprised everyone around him, and they began to discuss in low voices.

Jia Ping was even more furious when he heard the words, it's fine if his father didn't teach Xiaolang a lesson for him, why should he give him money, "Father, killing him can solve everything!"

"Shut up!" Jia Zhiyu yelled angrily, staring at Zhao Yufan closely.

Zhao Yufan's sword trembled slightly, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly, "Sorry, I'm not short of money right now."

"Do you know the consequences of offending us?" Jia Zhiyu reminded, a murderous intent flashed between his brows.

Zhao Yufan slowly put the sword across his chest, and said with a sneer, "Could it be that if I give you the sword, you will let me go? It's ridiculous..."

Jia Zhiyu stopped talking, but slowly retreated to his original position, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "Kill him!"

Behind Jia Zhiyu, a Martial Emperor walked slowly in front of Zhao Yufan with square steps. The full moon scimitar in his hand shone with a cold light, which was extremely sharp, as if it was about to cut open the sky with a flash of cold light.

The street was quiet, and everyone held their breath, looking at the scene in front of them.

When Emperor Wu came forward, Zhao Yufan naturally didn't need to make a move. The blood-red old devil and the four-fingered sword demon were there, so they wouldn't let Zhao Yufan resist Emperor Wu in front of so many people.

The Four Finger Sword Demon wanted to show up, but the Blood Red Old Demon was faster than him.

The blood-red old devil shot directly without saying a word.After making another move, he said coldly, "It's been a long time since I killed anyone."

After the words fell, the full moon scimitar also stagnated in mid-air.

Emperor Wu's pupils dilated, and he looked at his chest in disbelief, his head tilted, and he fell to the ground.

As soon as the blood-red old devil made a move, he killed a Martial Emperor, which made many people retreat, fearing that innocent people would be hurt.

Jia Zhiyu's face became more and more ugly. He never thought that the blood-red old devil would kill his people. This is an enemy of their Jia family, but this blood-red old devil is quite powerful, and he is not sure that he can defeat the blood-red old devil. What's more, there is a four-fingered sword demon staring at him covetously.

"Take the corpse away!" Jia Zhiyu said, then turned and left.He turned a blind eye to the sarcasm and contempt of the people around him, as if he didn't care at all.In fact, he understands better than anyone else that he will be at a disadvantage if he fights here today. A blood-red old devil is enough to kill all his men. He wants to deal with the little wolf, not the blood-red old devil.

(End of this chapter)