Chapter 567: Rakshasa Slash

The news of Han Pobing's death had not yet subsided within the scope of Hong Kong. The people led by Han Po's enemy began to gather infinite people and prepare for a war with Jingnan City. In this regard, Murong Xuan could only express his helplessness and the trick he kept cursing. After all, he had only two purposes for his life. One was to regain his shares and rights in the Qinglong Association, and the second was to take over all the arms business of the Qinglong Association in the mainland, and all the profits were coordinated by himself.

But Han Podi's approach had already disturbed Murong Xuan's idea. He looked at the stacks of information in his hands in his bedroom, frowned, and wrote it clearly in black and white. Han Podi had gathered most of the masters in the Qinglong Society and were waiting for the last battle. Before he had gained a foothold in the Qinglong Society, he had to take the order in the face of danger and cooperated with Han Podi, and in the name of avenging Han Pobing, he annexed the Hong Gang and the Prince's Party in Jingnan City.

"That fool Han Podi can even think of such a clumsy method. Did he really think of him as a person who can swallow whale by snakes, and many things can't be solved by force!"

The last time Wang Xiao's somewhat contrary to common sense attack in Jingnan City had more or less caused a great psychological shadow to Murong Xuan's heart. He was good at playing psychological warfare and playing with the grim and grumpy people in the officialdom. It was definitely not such a gang battle. It happened that Han Podi chose force this time!

Sighing helplessly, Murong Xuan had to compromise in the end. There was no way. Now Han Podi's position and prestige in Hong Kong are too transcendent. If he commented or intervened, there would probably be no good results. Then the Murong family shares that he had finally taken back might be handed over again.

At this time, he had already received a call from Han Podi, and the latter's voice invisibly revealed a sense of majesty: "Murong Xuan, are your men ready?"

"Fortunately, they are basically ready." Murong Xuan replied coldly. The relationship between the two was not very good, but in the Qinglong Society, several presidents left and died, but they were the only thing Han Podi could do. It was because he knew this deeply that Murong Xuan had never worried about his safety.

Perhaps because of the word "basic" Han Podi said unhappily: "I tell you, this is a big matter that determines the life and death of our Qinglong Association. If you think there is no need to do this, you can withdraw from the Qinglong Association and I will not stop you."

"Brother, don't be angry, I'm just a joke." Murong Xuan, who had to put down his airs, tried his best to maintain the harmony in the Qinglong Society. "My manpower is ready. As long as you give your order, you can go to the south of Beijing at any time."

After a cold nod, Han Podi hung up the phone directly. Murong Xuan, who was upset by the beeping sounds, said in a slander: "This silly man who only knows how to solve problems with force will sooner or later be defeated by my hands!"

However, immediately afterwards, he began to pray and said, "This time I hope that the Rakshasa sent by Han Podi can maintain his usual record and kill Wang Xiao. In that case, it will be much more comfortable to deal with the Hong Gang and the princelings without Wang Xiao."

The group of dragons had no heads, which was the key to their Qinglong Cong's victory. Han Podi was also in his territory at this time, looking at the distant northern sky, stunned. After a long time, he murmured to himself: "This time, Rakshasa must not embarrass me again!"

He put the hopes of two important figures. Rakshasa did not feel good at this time. The power of the Emperor's Sword cannot be underestimated. His body seemed indescribable in the series of frictional sparks. What made him feel the most painful was that Wang Xiao's physical strength seemed to be inexhaustible river water, without a trace of fatigue, and his physical strength had gradually been lost, making him feel bad.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Luosha whispered: "It seems that the statement from the outside world is indeed good. Wang Xiao, you are indeed a super opponent that is difficult to fight against, haha."

After saying that, he had noticed Su Changsheng standing beside him from the corner of his eyes. After being slightly stunned, he smiled and said hello, without saying a word of nonsense, but continued to indulge his speed and power at lightning speed. A phantom gradually formed in the vision of Su Yunli and Su Changsheng!

This may be the true strength of Rakshasa!

He had been in the French foreign mercenary group for a short time, causing a bloody storm there, and he had already left. After that, he traveled through the whole world and survived in various battles every day. For him, how to survive today is a small goal, and his biggest goal is to be able to live to the age of sixty.

In other words, he wants to dominate the killer world until he is sixty years old!

The entire target is obviously a bit exaggerated, but for Rakshasa, all exaggerated words may actually become real, because he is an anomaly, the largest anomaly between heaven and earth, and a person who knows nothing but killing!

He is different from Su Changsheng. The latter's violentness is because of the terrible sense of justice in the latter's heart, and the mad murderous aura in his body is a kind of persistence, a kind of persistence towards murder. He never thought about the reasons and motives for killing. He was already rich, and he no longer knew how much money he had accumulated. Killing may have become a support for him.

It is precisely because of this that he is terrible!

Although Wang Xiao seemed invincible and incomparable at this time, his heart was also constantly beating. He was not sure when the other party's ability would be exhausted, nor did he know when his combat power would end. He just relied on his own ability to control the Chixiao sword in his hand that was terrible. White skins had gradually burst out from his lips, which looked dehydrated. In fact, it was all because of the might and heavyness of the Chixiao sword. This was the heaviest weapon Wang Xiao had ever used in history. If he hadn't been able to perfectly integrate the characteristic of inertia into his own body, perhaps he had nothing to praise!

Su Changsheng, who was frowning with his eyebrows, looked at Wang Xiao, who was gradually unable to withstand the sharpness of the Chixiao Sword, and said loudly: "Wang Xiao's situation is very dangerous, give him water!"

"Shui?" Su Yunli asked in confusion. Although she knew nothing about martial arts, she would never have imagined how Wang Xiao's key to victory would have such a big relationship with water?

Su Changsheng had no extra time to explain to her, but said lightly: "That's right, it's water, otherwise, Wang Xiao would have been completely finished now. His physical strength would have been overdrawn long ago. If he hadn't been holding on tight, he would have been in shock now. Come over quickly, get the water, he needs this!"'

Although she didn't understand the mystery in her heart, the two people Su Yunli trusted most in her life were here. She had no reason to defend her stubbornness in a strange field. She ran all the way and brought a huge teapot. She didn't even think about how many valuable secrets this exquisite and perfect purple clay teapot contained, and threw them over without thinking.

Coincidentally, Su Yunli threw it so simply that she actually hit the two people fighting. The huge purple clay teapot exploded directly, and the rich and fragrant tea water inside was all overflowing in the air. Without saying a word, Wang Xiao was like grabbing a life-saving straw and desperately began to absorb the water he needed in the air. Su Yunli immediately looked surprised.

But the facts proved that Su Changsheng's words were completely correct. Just after Wang Xiao finally got full, the cracks on his lips had disappeared a lot, and his body's mobility suddenly increased. The Chixiao Sword in his hand seemed to have shown a brighter light!

No one knows whether Wang Xiao is at the peak at this time, but everyone understands that Wang Xiao, who has regained his vitality, will definitely not make the Rakshasa who is making trouble in the Su family mansion look good!

Rakshasa knew it well. He said that at that time, his movements increased a lot at the same time. His feet kept retreating, and the black iron dagger in his hand directly outlined several unparalleled sword flowers in the air. The two of them had a strong force and were not giving in. For a moment, the fight changed a little more beautifully!

"Dad, please help Wang Xiao!" But Su Yunli couldn't accept such a thrilling scene. She never thought that in this world, someone could really interpret fighting into an art in reality. Although it was beautiful and free and easy, the artist among them was her own man. She could not let go, absolutely could not!

Su Changsheng smiled bitterly: "If I go, I may be helping you too much."

Just when he spoke, the black iron dagger in Rakshasa's hand had already emerged from the hole, forming a dazzling light in the air, extremely cold and dazzling light!
Chapter completed!