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Chapter 1867

Upon hearing this, Su Mo raised his head and laughed, "Haha, since that's the case, I have to offend Mr. Xiao!"

"Tie them together!"

Su Mo shouted again.

The Su family's subordinates responded.

Xiao Yang had already started to activate the spiritual power in his body at this time. The spiritual power gushed out from the source of spiritual power swept across every meridian in his body. After fighting with Hong Cheng, his control over the source of spiritual power in his body was further improved.

Although there are many people in the Su family at present, under Xiao Yang's observation, the spiritual power fluctuations around these females in the Su family are not strong, and are far less terrifying than what Xiao He described.

The people from the Su family have forced Xiao Yang and Xiao He to less than two steps.

Xiao Yang turned his head, looked at Xiao He, and then nodded slightly.

In an instant, the two of them stepped out of the air and attacked the people of the Su family.

The figures of the two were like two ghostly phantoms. Under the scorching sun, only two black shadows could be seen flashing in the air, but it was difficult to capture the figures of the two. Wherever the shadows passed, the air in the void was shaking and the sound of thunderstorms seemed to be thunder in the dry land, deafening.

Bang bang bang-

I only heard the sound of fists, but no fists were seen.

In just a few short breaths, most of the people in the Su family had fallen to the ground and screamed in pain.

Seeing this scene in front of Su Mo frowned immediately, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and a biting chill appeared, and he said ruthlessly: "It seems that you two have to let you two taste my skills!"

Before the words fell, Su Mo shouted loudly towards the sky, and a strong wind blew past the mountains and forests, causing the branches to tremble and the weeds to collapse. Her back bent, and her body looked like a cycling cheetah, heading towards the figures of Xiao Yang and Xiao He.

Three black shadows tangled in the void, and roared endlessly, which was terrifying.

The strong wind passes, and the coolness is overwhelming.

Within a few breaths, Xiao He's body flew out of the battle and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood mist spurted out from his mouth, covering his chest tightly with his hands, and his face was in great pain.

Without waiting for him to react, the people from the Su family who had been waiting in place immediately came forward, and the rope had tied Xiao He's hands and feet.

Xiao Yang, who was fighting, saw that the situation was not good, immediately stepped down from the ground and scared the Su family around Xiao He.

He didn't expect that Su Mo was just a servant next to Su Rouer, and the strength he showed was so terrifying and amazing, even surpassing many men in the martial arts world.

He even dared not imagine how powerful Su Rouer, as the master, should be, was shocking.

"Xiao He, are you okay?"

Seeing that Xiao He's face was pale and there were still undry blood stains hanging on the corner of his mouth, Xiao Yang asked quickly.

Xiao He shook his head with difficulty and said weakly: "Young Master, I'm fine... But I can't serve you anymore in the future!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I will definitely find a way to cure you!"

Xiao Yang's nose felt sore, and the scene of learning fist and foot skills with Xiao He was vividly revealed in front of his eyes, but he did not expect that the master and servant would meet again, and what was waiting for them would be like this.

Upon hearing this, Xiao He squeezed out a dismal smile on his face.
Chapter completed!
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