Chapter 1260
Generation’s Demon Venerable Chapter 1260
Su Hao is very direct.
After all, that white clothed man Xu Tu has already shown hostility towards him, so what else can Su Hao avoid?
"So bold." The black clothed person scolded, and then loudly said: "It seems that the dísciple of the saint is nothing in your eyes, you look down on others?"
His voice was so loud that he immediately attracted the attention of the audience.
Some people even shuddered, at this time, how dare they look down on the painting of the saint's dísciple, courting death?
Especially, after they saw Su Hao's unfamiliar face, they were even more mocking. An unknown person, dare to make a fool of yourself?
Xu Tu was looking for an opportunity. At this time, Su Hao got into the door by himself. He raised his finger a little and said, "You, get me here."
The voice Fall, the murderous aura is already mighty.
But Su Hao was indifferent and said, "Is it possible to kill people here?"
His words were very straightforward. In other words, I came to power to kill people.
Want to kill the painting holy dísciple?
Is this kid's head okay?
Everyone thought he would lose.
"Yes, as long as you have that ability!" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, and a person came from outside the venue.
It turned out to be the popular sword.
Yesterday, he was suffocated by Su Hao's men, but he was full of anger, and Xu Tu was also recruited by him to specifically target Su Hao's expert.
In fact, Su Hao has discovered his existence, or would not have said so.
Feng Xingjian stepped forward, came to Su Hao, said with a smile: "There will be a good show today, I will wait and watch your performance."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and someone brought a chair, and he sat on it carefree, with Erlang's legs crossed, as if he were watching a play.
"Maybe, it will make you startled." Su Hao said indifferently.
"Xu Tu, he doesn't seem to like you very much." Feng Xingjian laughed, and no longer paid attention to Su Hao, but moved towards Xu Tu.
"I have met many people like this, but the final fate of those people was very miserable. They knelt down in front of me, begged me for forgiveness, and even recognized me as their ancestor. It's a pity , I like to break the heads of those trash." Xu Tu said brutally.
Afterwards, he looked at Su Hao with a downward gaze, hooked his fingers in disdain, and said, "Come on, I will unscrew your head!"
Su Hao has moved towards the stage, and every time he takes a step, there will be sighs and sneers from below. In their opinion, Su Hao is simply going to die.
But he also deserves what he deserves, he is too arrogant to look down on painting the holy dísciple, and seems to have offended Feng Xingjian.
This person is the nephew of Imperial Teacher Feng Da. In today's Ye family, he has enormous power.
Fighting against him is tantamount to fighting against the dynasty, and you will surely die!
Su Hao takes the stage.
Standing opposite Xu Tu.
At this moment, Xu Tu's sneer reached the extreme, with a bloodthirsty luster, he said: "Boy, give you a chance, immediately kneel down and apologize, I can just abolish yours. cultivation base, let you die."
"I don't like people who talk nonsense." Su Hao is very direct. When it comes to this, only fists can solve everything.
Since Feng Xingjian has been prepared, it will naturally not give up with no difficulty, even if Su Hao is low-key, kneeling and begging, he will not be safe.
What's more, does Su Hao need this?
"It's crazy, but I have to tell you that you are already dead, so choose your cemetery." Xu Tu sneered, and at the same time, his breath became vast.
From his body, a gust of wind swept out, with a vast coercion.
At the moment, all those people off the court were shocked.
This person...
"He turned out to be Peak of Creation!" Someone exclaimed in shock.
"No, it's not just the creation of Peak, he is Quasi-Saint! It turns out that he has been concealing the cultivation base."
Xu Tu's breath is even more expansive, reaching Quasi-Saint Saint level.
Some people widened their eyes and felt a deep sense of astonishment. Fortunately, they did not take the stage to challenge.
The sound of suck in a cold breath sounded in the audience.
With such a cultivation base, there is no need to participate in this audition at all, and you can directly get the qualification to participate in the banquet.
Did he come here specifically for this stranger?
Everyone's eyes looked towards Su Hao, no one sighed, you have no chance of this person.
After all, Xu Tu only shows the cultivation base of Fortune 8-Layer, which is comparable to Fortune ninth layer.
Now that his breath has reached the Quasi-Saint level, isn't it comparable to Saint?
"Are you pleasantly surprised?" Feng Xingjian, sitting with Erlang's legs crossed below, showed a sneer, a piercing laughter, with an evil pleasure.
Even, he even sent someone to bring a jug of wine and drink it by himself.
The figure of the black clothed man in the Green Mountain Sect trembled violently. This Xu Tu was really too powerful. If he hadn't left his hand before, he would have been smashed to pieces.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and felt a wave of fear for his rash move.
At the same time, he looked at Su Hao and sneered: "You can't tell good from bad things, you dare to laugh at me, how do I see you die?"
"No, Su Hao. A good brother will win." Bai Ling's voice was decisive.
"Hey, this girl is stupid, is she still dreaming?"
"Little girl, prepare the cemetery for your brother, you will prepare for the funeral in a while It's gone."
"That's the dísciple of painting saints, and it's the cultivation base of Quasi-Saint. Your brother is so good, I'm afraid he can't even touch other people's clothes."
There was a jeering around.
After all, Su Hao has no chance now.
Xu Tu uttered terrifying aura, then approached Su Hao, stepping down with a single step, the entire venue trembled as if it were a big earthquake.
"Death!"
He spit out a word coldly, and his fists directly strikes out.
On his fist, he also drew a pattern, which turned out to be a tiger.
His fist punched out like a ferocious tiger, devouring Su Hao.
It's a big deal.
As for Su Hao's palm, it seemed very flat, and he patted it forward casually.
"I actually dare to confront him head on, I'm really drunk, this kid definitely has bubbles in his head." Someone shouted loudly.
With Xu Tu's cultivation base, why do you fight head-on with others?
Even, the tiger pattern on Xu Tu's fist not only enhanced his attack power, but also the defensive power of his flesh and blood was much stronger.
Even if you can hit it, it won't cause any damage to others.
People don't even want to read more.
Feng Xingjian poured a glass of wine and looked ahead, as if waiting for Su Hao to fall down and drink this glass of wine to vent his happiness.
But at the next moment, his eyes froze, his sneer froze, and even the wine glass in his hand trembled, and the wine was sprinkled all over.
Not only him, but those who sneered and sneered, all stunned.
“bang!”
A collision sounded on the field.
Blood spilled directly on the ground.
A person even disappeared from the field.
The man exploded directly, but did not let out a miserable cry.
Break to pieces!
And Su Hao, still there, casually.
He turned around slowly, looked towards Feng Xingjian, who had been stunned, said with a smile: "Are you surprised?"