aircannonsinc Chapter 252: Am I still afraid of him?
Chapter 252: Am I still afraid of him?
"Hey, blacksmith, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Qin Liang quietly walked out of the void, picked up a stone on the ground and threw it to Tang Hao who was rushing forward.
Tang Hao was much more alert than before.
He moved his body to the side to avoid the stones, then turned around and was face to face with Qin Liang.
"Qin Liang? Kill the god with one punch?"
Compared with before, Tang Hao looked more reserved, and his eyes that stared at Qin Liang occasionally flashed blood red.
Qin Liang has been paying attention to his eyes.
Is this also affected by the consciousness of Rakshasa God?
Looking at his confident look, Tang Chen most likely had already passed the Shura Divine Sword to him.
"Hey, blacksmith, do you know the name of One Punch Killing God? Your old man told you, right?"
Tang Hao's mood, which was as calm as the surface of a windless lake just now, suddenly became turbulent.
"Old man? Qin Liang, what are you talking about here?"
Qin Liang didn't know where he got the peanuts, so he threw one into his mouth and it was crunchy.
"Tang Chen should be your grandfather, right? Has he been missing for many years? Even your dead father was thinking about him before he died, right?"
"My grandpa?"
Tang Hao recalled, recalled, kept reminiscing, and also muttered at the same time.
"My grandpa? I do look very friendly. Is he really my grandpa?"
"If it's true, he is your grandfather Tang Chen. But speaking of it, your grandfather is not a good person either!"
The Shura Divine Sword in Tang Hao's storage bag is already ready to move.
Ugly face.
Lengpao: "Qin, you'd better keep your mouth clean."
"Why should I keep things clean when your grandpa did it himself?"
"you……"
Tang Hao was about to pull out the Shura Divine Sword to fuck Qin Liang, but suddenly a bag of black stuff flew towards him, and he hurriedly grabbed it.
"Peanuts, and this."
Tang Hao held it again, and it turned out to be wine. After smelling it, it was the silver fruit brew of the Blue Silver Grass clan, and Tang Hao's tears suddenly flowed down.
"You, the Tang family of the Haotian Sect, are more fake than the other."
Tang Hao raised his head and took a big mouthful of air.
He shouted: "Qin Liang, what do you know? Are you scolding me here?"
"I don't know about other things, but your Haotian Sect cannot protect a woman who puts all your heart and soul into your Haotian Sect. Is this a fact?"
Tang Hao's two eyes, which were already very big, were now sewn together and round like bull's eyes.
At this time, he should retort something.
The problem is, he really can't find anything to say to refute.
Only Du Kang can relieve his worries.
No, only the silver fruit brewed by the Xiaosan family can relieve worries.
He took another big sip and drank half the jar.
Qin Liang was also drinking, but not that capable. He took a small sip of a peanut.
"Let's talk about your grandfather.
"He clearly had your grandma back then. He went to Poseidon Island and fell in love with Bo Saixi, the high priest of Poseidon Temple.
"You tell him, you just love him if you love him, but he still wants to learn the trick of not marrying you until he becomes a god.
"He left the Haotian Sect, which had just been founded, and your mother and eight sons behind. He ran away to the Killing City alone.
"Is the inheritance of Killing City so good?
"Not to mention that I became a madman, the Haotian Sect also hid deep in the snowy mountains. Your grandma died early trying to find him.
"Tell me, your Haotian Sect Tang family doesn't have any good people?"
Tang Hao was scolded by Qin Liang for three generations. He couldn't find anything to say to refute, so he just kept his head down and drank.
Qin Liang pointed to the bag of peanuts.
"Don't drink on an empty stomach. This wine is very strong. Be careful of getting drunk."
Tang Hao didn't listen to him, and Qin Liang didn't bother to care.
Then go on.
"Tang Chen is missing. You, the descendants of the Haotian Sect, are not as good as the others. No matter how bad Tang Chen is, at least he did not lose to Qian Daoliu when fighting for women, and he did not lose to Qian Daoliu when fighting."
"Where is your father, the dignified old master of the Haotian Sect, a titled Douluo, but he was so angry to death by the Wuhun Palace and your uncles who failed to live up to their expectations."
"what about you?"
"And how did you do it?"
"You know clearly that your wife is the soul beast Lan Yincao, but you still run around when she is pregnant."
"Tell me, do you have a soul beast wife who can protect you? Don't you have any idea?"
"Also, when you were being chased by that good-for-nothing Qian Xunji from the Spirit Hall, why did you run away? Why didn't you run to the Haotian Sect?"
"You can't protect Xiaosan, and the entire Haotian Sect can't protect Xiaosan. Isn't this just saying that one generation is worse than the next?"
"puff……"
Tang Hao's state of mind, which he had finally managed to maintain in the killing city, was once again hit hard.
A mouthful of old blood spurted out far away.
"I..." After a long time, I didn't say a few words. I leaned back on my neck and drank up all the silver fruit wine in it.
"Tang Hao, let me tell you, you are not only useless, but also stupid..."
"Qin, even if you talk about breaking the sky today, I will cut you in half with a sword."
He summoned the Shura Divine Sword and pulled out the big sword.
"I'll kill you who targets me everywhere..."
What's my point?
The sky and the earth were spinning, and Tang Hao felt that the world had turned upside down. He was unsteady and fell directly to the ground.
"Haha, Tang Hao, Tang Hao, you are telling me that you, knowing that I am better at using poison than your son, still dare to drink the wine I gave you? Should I call you stupid? Or stupid?"
Pick up the Shura Divine Sword and the scabbard on the ground, and put the sword into the scabbard.
"Chen Xin, get out of here."
Sword Douluo slowly walked out of the darkness with some embarrassment.
He stuttered: "Teacher, that...I'm worried..."
"okay!"
Qin Liang threw the Shura Divine Sword in his hand directly.
"Try to see if you can get the recognition of the divine consciousness on the sword. If you can't become a god, break through to level [-]..."
Qin Liang was so surprised that he couldn't say what he said next.
I saw Sword Douluo taking the sword, easily pulling out the long sword, lifting the sword into the sky, and suddenly flying up.
In an instant.
There was lightning and thunder, and the world was enveloped in huge murderous intent. Many timid soul masters hid in the house.
They dare not face the murderous consciousness in the world.
Qin Liang looked up at the sky.
He murmured: "This is not Shura God, this is the consciousness of Rakshasa God. When did Rakshasa God take over Shura God's artifact, Shura Divine Sword?"
Qin Liang was puzzled.
Sword Douluo was equally puzzled. He felt that the divine consciousness on the Shura Divine Sword suddenly rushed into his body, instilling in him only ferocious killing intent.
Two eyes.
There is also a tug-of-war between clarity and madness, sometimes black and white, sometimes red like blood.
"Rakshasa, I'm going to fuck your ancestors. It's enough for you to harm Tang Chen, but you also want to harm my students?"
All of Qin Liang's mental power poured into the Shura Divine Sword.
As long as he has spiritual consciousness, he will rush forward without any regard and kill them indiscriminately.
The crystal dragon could easily cut off one-third of Poseidon's consciousness at that time.
This little bit of consciousness that you, Rakshasa God, left on this sword.
Am I still afraid of it?