Reborn God Emperor Daddy

Chapter 627

Song Haotian came to Long Qianjiao and asked with concern: "How is it? Are you okay?"

"Haotian!"

Long Qianjiao plunged into his arms and burst into tears. She was really frightened just now, and the helplessness made her despair.

At this moment, in this thick embrace, she found a sense of security.

"Well, with me here, no one can hurt you."

Song Haotian patted her on the shoulder, "Don't cry, let's settle the matter in front of us first."

"Be careful."

Long Qianjiao also knew that now was not the time to vent, so she nodded and stepped aside.

Song Haotian turned his head and looked at Xia Feng with cold eyes: "Kneel down and die, leaving you a whole body!"

He didn't ask who the other party was, and he didn't even bother to ask, no matter who it was, he would soon become a dead person.

"Boy, I admit that you have some tricks, no wonder Long Baimei values ​​you so much."

Xia Feng had a confident smile on his face, "But do you think you can fight against me with this ability? It's still far away, you will definitely die today."

Song Haotian frowned, he didn't expect this matter to be related to the Long family.

Xia Feng clapped his hands, and shouted to the nearby woods: "Master Zamuhe, it's time for you, master and apprentice, to take action."

As soon as the words fell, two figures came out from the woods.

Judging from their appearance, they were two people from the Western Regions. The leader was an old man in his sixties. He was tall, with a beard on his face, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. He was carrying a machete from the Western Regions on his back.

He is the well-known sword king of the Western Regions, Zhamuhe, a strong man in the early stage of the heavenly rank, who is best at sword skills.

Next to him was a middle-aged man in his 40s, who was equally powerful, and his cultivation had already reached the late stage of the earth.

He is the chief disciple of Zamuhe, the master-level powerhouse Batu.

Both of them were worship elders hired by the Xia family, and this time they were urgently recruited to Paradise City by Xia Tian.

Xia Tian stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master Zhamuhe, this kid has some cultivation, I still need you to do it."

"No need. To deal with such a brat, I don't need my master's help. I am enough."

Batu's face was full of arrogance, and after he finished speaking, he strode towards Song Haotian directly, without paying attention to Song Haotian at all.

In his opinion, just such a young man in his twenties, even if he has some cultivation, is absolutely impossible to be his opponent.

Xia Tian also thought so, and shouted from behind: "Master Batu, don't kill this kid first, abolish his cultivation, and then cut off his legs, I'm still useful."

"I see."

Batu agreed, then came to Song Haotian, and said arrogantly: "Boy, do you do it yourself or should I do it?"

"Little barbarians dare to come to China to play wild."

As soon as Song Haotian finished speaking, the Minghong Saber in his hand turned into a sky-filled blade and slashed across.

"This……"

As the saying goes, an expert will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move. Batu's expression changed drastically when he saw the glow of the sword all over the sky.

He never expected that the young man in front of him not only had a high level of cultivation, but also had such a high level of saber skills that even though he thought he was a master of saber skills, he couldn't find any flaws.

Frightened, he quickly drew his saber, waving the scimitar of the Western Regions in his hand to meet him.

Since he couldn't find a flaw, he had no choice but to fight hard, hoping to block the opponent's attack and save his own life.

At this moment, the contempt in his heart was swept away, and he showed all his strength.

The scimitar of the Western Regions went up to meet it, and with a click, it was instantly twisted into iron powder by the light of Minghong's knife.

"what!"

Batu suddenly turned pale with fright. He never expected that the opponent's knife was so sharp. At this moment, he was full of remorse, and it would be good if he honestly watched from the side. Why did he pretend to be 13?

Frightened, he turned around and ran away, but unfortunately it was too late, the sword light flashed, a head flew high, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

"Uh……"

This time the audience was shocked, and Xia Feng was even more surprised to open his mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time.

Out of the pride of the children of the great family, although Long Baimei said that Song Haotian was great, he didn't take it seriously at all, and felt that he could not be compared with the worshiping elders of his own family.

He never expected that as soon as Batu made a move, he would die in the opponent's hands, completely powerless to resist.

The contempt on Zamuhe's face disappeared in an instant, originally he was still somewhat dissatisfied with Xia Feng's arrangement.

I feel that to deal with such a young man, asking myself, the king of swordsmen in the Western Regions, to take action is completely a cannon and a mosquito, and I am overqualified.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all. This young man is definitely the strongest person he has encountered since his debut. Even a sword king like him can't see through this sword technique.

"Boy, you dare to kill even the apprentice of my sword king in the Western Regions, how courageous you are."

Jamuhe's eyes were full of fighting intent, and he stretched out his hand to draw out the scimitar behind his back. The handle of his knife was made of pure gold, and the blade shone with cold light. It looked extraordinary.

Song Haotian shook his head, his face full of disdain.

"Knife King of the Western Regions, it's a joke to dare to call yourself the King of Swords with just your skills."

Indeed, as the God Emperor of Haotian, in his eyes, the opponent's saber skills are simply not popular, let alone a saber king.

"Arrogant junior, dare to belittle this old man, today I will show you what is the real sword technique!"

The knife just now had already left a strong shadow in his heart, Zamuhe didn't dare to underestimate him, so he shot first.

The scimitar in his hand drew a dazzling light, and it slashed towards Song Haotian's neck like lightning.

He claims to be the sword king of the Western Regions, and he has a very deep knowledge in the use of swords. This sword is fast and ruthless. The bodyguards around him didn't even see how he made the move, and all they had in their hearts were admiration.

"Pearls of rice grains dare to shine!"

The light of the knife in Song Haotian's hand flickered, and he shouted loudly: "The first form of the dragon-slaying nine-turn knife, slaughtering creatures!"

He didn't even use the saber technique to deal with Batu just now, he just slashed out with the saber at will, and now he used the dragon-killing nine-turn saber to save face for Zhamu.

As soon as the sword technique came out, the light of the sword in the sky instantly turned into a giant dragon, and it rushed towards Zamuhe with its teeth and claws.

As for the glints drawn by the round moon scimitar, they were instantly crushed and disappeared without a trace.

"what!"

Jamuhe's heart was filled with dreadful waves, he had never seen such a superb saber technique in all these years, and only now did he realize that this young man hadn't shown his full strength just now.

The most important thing is that the strength of the other party has reached the early stage of the heavenly rank, and he is not inferior to him at all. Whether it is cultivation base or saber technique, he is crushed to death, and he has no resistance at all.

"Where did this monster come from?"

Zamuhe was about to cry, he never dreamed that he would meet such a strong swordsman in Huaxia.

Now that there is no way to retreat, he can only desperately stimulate the true energy in his body, and use the full moon scimitar in his hand to the extreme.

It's a pity that his saber technique was simply too weak in front of Zhanlong Jiuzhuan Dao, and he only blocked it for a while, and then the light of the saber shattered, the scimitar flew out, and a dazzling saber light slashed down on his head.

Zamuhe stood there straight, a line of blood began to spread from his forehead, and then a blood arrow spurted out, and he fell on his back.

The majestic master of heaven, the well-known sword king of the Western Regions, was killed by Song Haotian's sword.

(End of this chapter)