Su Luo watched Lin Miaoyan disappear from her sight while driving the car, took out a cigarette from her pocket to light it. Under the smoke, the cold murderous intent on her face was shrouded in a chill.

At that moment just now, he felt a strong sense of peeping coming, and at the first moment, this strong sense of peeping turned into a terrifying murderous intent, surging towards him wildly.

He knew that this enemy, who was hiding in the dark, was full of murderous intentions towards him and wanted to put him to death.

There is another point where he felt a familiar aura fluctuation in this murderous intent, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he could not remember it for a moment.

However, although he didn't know where he had seen this aura, he knew that the other party must have a great background. He had fought with the other party but had no chance of winning.

This is also the reason why he asked Lin Miaoyan to leave.

Once he really fights, he has no time to take care of Lin Miaoyan.

The battle between martial arts powerhouses is not something that ordinary people can bear at all. Even a trace of aftermath of the battle can shock Lin Miaoyan to death.

After smoking a cigarette, a figure finally appeared in Su Luo's sight, an old man.

He looks about 60 or 70 years old, wearing a monk's robe and six scars on his head.

If you don’t look at his face, you think this is a great monk.

But when you look on his face, you will find a fear that grows from the inside out, with a hateful face and a fierce face, and you are clearly an evil monk.

Behind the old man, he was carrying a knife, and a strong smell of blood permeated the blade.

It is conceivable that there are many people who die on this knife.

The old monk walked towards Su Luo step by step.

When Su Luo was less than ten meters away, the old monk stopped and raised his eyes slightly. His eyes fell on Su Luo not far away. A temperament of saving all living beings emanated from him, giving people the feeling of a monk from the world.

Su Luo's expression remained unchanged, but he just stared at the old monk coldly, with a bloodthirsty murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

A few seconds later, the old monk slowly spoke: "Su...Su Luo, I really didn't expect that three years have passed, and three years have passed. I didn't expect that I would meet the Lord of the Nine Heavens, Emperor Yama, one day."

"It's really unimaginable that Emperor Yan Luo was not dead at that time. He was able to escape from the hands of the twelve panic-like masters. Emperor Yan Luo is really extraordinary."

"It's just a pity that today three years later, I'm destined to die."

Su Luo's pupils shrank, he looked at the old monk in front of him, and said in a indifferent tone: "According to your opinion, you are the ones who attacked me three years ago?"

The old monk glanced at Su Luo and said in a plain tone: "Donor, why did you say this? You are just taking back what should belong to us! Besides, the donor, the Buddha said, "Isn't it good to live and die?"

"Hahaha……."

When Su Luo heard this, he burst into laughter. A terrifying murderous intent erupted from him. His eyes were like lightning, staring at the old monk: "Okay, okay, well said, I originally wanted to find you, but I didn't expect you to come to your door on your own initiative. The three-year blood debt will start with you."

He finally understood why he felt very familiar with the fluctuations of the old monk's aura. This aura was clearly the same as the aura of the people who attacked him three years ago, and it was like a lineage.

However, compared to the waves of people who attacked him three years ago, the aura of the old monk was much weaker.

This also made him not notice it for a while.

"Donor, you are attached to the face."

The old monk said calmly: "We are just taking back our things. We also ask the donor to hand over the things from three years ago. I can keep the donor's whole body. Otherwise, I have to take it myself."

"If you want me to hand over the things you did back then, it depends on whether you have the ability."

Su Luo's tone was full of coldness, like the cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, making people creepy.

"So, if you don't want to hand over it, then I can only take it personally."

The old monk was too lazy to say anything nonsense, so he slowly pulled out the knife on his back and his eyes fell on Su Luo: "Donor, God has the virtue of being alive. I will give you another chance. As long as you hand over the things you have done back then, I can keep you a whole body."

"If you want it, then come and get it!"

Su Luo's eyes were calm.

"I am stubborn and unscrupulous. Today, I am a monk who transformed into an angry Buddha and saved you."

The old monk's eyes narrowed, his body shook, and the long sword in his hand let out a roar. A sword light spread out from the blade. It was several feet long in his swallowing and spitting. As the sword light flashed, a raging fire actually ignited.

Fires soar into the sky!

"Flame Knife."

In an instant, the sword rays rotated and slashed towards Su Luo from the air.

The flames were like a knife. Wherever the knife passed, the air seemed to be ignited. The air was filled with an extremely hot breath, and the trees on both sides of the road seemed to be ignited and became distorted.

"snort!"

Su Luo stood there motionless, spreading his five fingers and grabbed it in the air. The fierce sword light burst like an egg.

"Boy, you've been fooled. This is the real Fiery Sword. I'm going to kill your limbs first."

The moment the sword light broke, a gloomy voice sounded.

The old monk's figure jumped out of the broken flames in the sky. The big sword in his hand lingered in the flames. Slightly shaking, the flames sprinkled out and fell on the ground, as if they were about to ignite the ground.

The sword light transformed into a terrifying flame, which was extremely hot, and fell towards Su Luo's limbs.

If this sword fell on Su Luo, he would probably cut off his limbs in an instant and burn them to ashes.

"cut!"

The sword light was like a wall, besieging Su Luo.

"snort."

Su Luo snorted coldly, and took a step forward. An invisible wave of air spread out from under his feet, directly shaking the sword light to pieces. He stretched out his palm, grabbed it forward, and grabbed the big knife directly in his hand.

"Click!"

With the five fingers exerted force, the big knife was similar to tofu, and it was split in an instant.

The five fingers, which had not diminished their strength, grabbed the old monk's neck again.

"not good!"

The old monk's pupils shrank, and an incredible look appeared on his face. Looking at the roaring attack, he roared, folded his hands together, and then blasted out his palm.

This palm carries the tide of true energy fluctuations, rendering his palms golden.

Powerful Vajra Palm.
Chapter completed!