The Strongest Little Devil: Master, Come to Fight!

The man in front of his heart tightened, and when he looked back, he saw that blade of light slashed viciously.

He is just a very ordinary cultivator, how can he withstand this powerful blade light?

At this moment, a figure flew over and blocked the man, raising his hand to split the blade.

"Who are you?!" The fierce-faced man frowned and looked at Mount Luo with solemn expression.

It is not easy to be able to raise his hands to block his ultimate move!

"Hmph, don't you feel ashamed of a group of you chasing and killing someone alone?" Luo Mushan curled his lips and looked at the group with contempt.

"We tiger sharks do things, it's not your turn to give pointers." Mou Hu squinted his eyes and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, just get out of here."

"Sorry, I've settled this matter."

After that, Luo Mushan's figure moved and rushed towards Mou Hu.

Mou Hu's pupils shrank, and he didn't expect Luo Mushan to say that he would do it. He quickly took a step back, trying to avoid this sudden blow.

It's just that Luo Mushan's fist was domineering, and this fist blasted out, driving a burst of energy, and banging heavily on Mou Hu's chest.

Whoa!

Mou Hu vomited blood out, his expression frightened.

Judging from the power of this punch, the strength of the person in front of them must definitely be above them.

"Withdraw!!" Mou Hu shouted, and quickly turned and fled!

"Don't let them go!!" At this moment, the man who was hunted down said with a look of eagerness: "Friend, please help me kill them. I am willing to give you the heirloom treasure as a gift."

Luo Mushan frowned, glanced at the man, and read the deep hatred from his eyes.

If it were not for the deep hatred of blood, how could he have such a strong hatred.

Suddenly, Luo Mushan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he immediately caught up with Mou Hu, and even took out a big knife in his hand, and madly killed Mou Hu and his party.

For a while, the originally quiet grove, there was a burst of miserable howls.

Gradually, the small woods returned to quiet, but there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

"They are all dead!" Luo Mushan came to the man with the blood-stained knife, and said lightly.

"Thank you, thank you." With a plop, the man fell to his knees, tears streaming out continuously. "Father, mother, my child has revenge for you!"

Seeing his sad look, Luo Mushan sighed and comforted: "Sorrow."

"Friend, this is the heirloom of my Lin family, just treat it as a thank you gift and give it to you." The man took out a jade slip and handed it over.

Luo Mushan frowned, shook his head and said: "You take it back. I will help you, but I just hate these inhuman bastards."

The man was startled slightly, as if he could not think that Luo Mushan was not helping himself for his baby. "Perhaps, this is fate."

He said bitterly: "Actually, I have been poisoned by them and will not live long. Instead of letting this treasure be buried with me, it is better to give it to someone who is destined."

The man looked at Mount Luo Mu and smiled sadly. "So, please accept it."

"..." Luo Mushan frowned, and suddenly saw the man twitching all over, his face pale, and the Qi Qiao was still black.

At this time, Shen Muxian flew over, probed the man's pulse, and then sighed, saying: "He is dead."