Bug Master In Doomsday

"Ho **** ho, isn't Sect Master Liu of the Temple of Order welcome?" The old Dao, who was wearing a half-old Dao gown and with white hair and beard, walked into the house with a smile, and arched his hands at Liu Xiao with a kind face.

"Where is the king, the study you are here is simply brilliant. Who doesn't know the famous one-handed mad sword Wang Tianshuo in these major sects?"

Liu Xiao, dressed in a black and red Hu suit, quickly smiled and waved his hand, put the brush in his hand on the inkstone, and reached out his hand to kindly ask the old man to sit down.

Hearing this, the old Dao squinted his hands and turned aside: "At the beginning, the young and energetic fame was nothing but Sovereign Liu you. The old Dao came here to ask for something, but he is embarrassed to disturb you."

Liu Xiao sat on the chair of the master and waved his hand generously, and said with pride: "What are you talking about? We are all cultivators from the southern islands. We were still brothers who went out of the same discipline thousands of years ago. If you are If you have any trouble, just say it. If you have the ability to do it, you will definitely try your best!

The old Dao sneered in his heart when he heard the words, but he still pretended to be kind, and he said in a calm tone, "I wonder if you can borrow your head for a good use?"

"What?" Liu Xiao couldn't help widening his eyes, looking at the old man sitting next to him in amazement: "Sect Master Wang, what did you just say?"

"Haha, borrow your item for a use!"

"Bastard! Wang Tianshuo, I am kind enough to help you, so you dare to tease Lao Tzu like this? Do you really think that if Penglai ancestor is in charge, I dare not kill you?!"

Liu Xiao patted the table and stared at the old Dao with a pair of angry eyes red. It was like the world. How could the sovereign of his dignified and orderly temple be so humiliated? !

"It's all said that it's just for using the head you borrowed, and it's not that you don't return it. If you don't borrow it, then I will grab it!"

The old Dao snorted disdainfully, and suddenly took out a red blood-like long knife from the mustard bag on his waist. As soon as the long knife was out of its sheath, the **** aura like a sea of ​​blood spread out!

"Presumptuous!" Seeing this, Liu Xiao's red eyes became even more angry. His body is comparable to gold and iron. He hit the old Dao's chest with an extremely violent punch. If this punch is smashed, it will be of the same order. The cultivator may be seriously injured, but the body may be shattered, and the soul will be scattered!

"Bang!" Surprisingly, this fist was unstoppable, and that fierce punch passed straight through the old man’s chest, but what was frightening was that it was frightened. The pierced chest didn't even flow out a trace of blood, just a few loose soils!

"You!" Liu Xiao stared at the old-fashioned man with jokes in shock. He didn't say anything. The blood-red long sword slashed towards his neck, and the infiltrating sword aura seemed to cut his skin. .

Almost in an instant, Liu Xiao squatted down with his legs, the right hand that penetrated Lao Dao's chest turned his fist into claws, and forcibly lifted the old Dao's body and smashed it against the **** sword!

"Well, it should be over after playing with you for so long!" The old Dao, who was held by Liu Xiao horizontally, said with a smile, and the **** long sword that shot quickly in the sky twisted with his thoughts, with a'pouch'. Pierced the heart of Liu Xiao.

"Oh~!" Liu Xiao's face was covered with incredible retching, spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood, staring at a pair of puzzled eyes to death.