Su Feng frowned and couldn't help asking, "So what is the purpose of this thing?"

"You have already mentioned this, don't you understand? Top-level strong men are all those who become stronger by absorbing other people's luck." Emperor Xiao Qing was a little angry.

But Su Feng asked the other party a question: "Then I'm very curious, since you have such a strong fortune, why are you forced to run around like a stray dog?"

Su Feng’s question can be said to have asked Emperor Xiao Qing’s heart.

The same question has been bothering him, but he really hasn't figured it out.

"I'll give you an answer, silly dog."

Looking at Emperor Xiao Qing's confused eyes, Su Feng said coldly: "The strength of luck does determine the upper limit of strength, but if you go narrower and absorb other people's luck endlessly, it will inevitably lead to some negative content."

"What you said... cannot be true!" Emperor Xiao Qing was obviously a fan of the authorities and could not accept this at all.

However, Su Feng ruthlessly pronounced the verdict to Emperor Xiao Qing: "In the process of your continuous accumulation of luck, it is actually a process of accumulating bad luck! If you don't stop, you may die sooner or later because you can't bear these."

Emperor Xiao Qing's eyes kept flashing, and he seemed not to believe Su Feng's statement.

He roared angrily: "I don't care, I'm the strongest. Even if the Hongmen is dead, so what if?"

"As long as I absorb your luck, no one in the world will be my opponent again - by then, I will be the well-deserved number one person in the world!"

Seeing that the other party was completely in a state of madness, Su Feng knew that this person was beyond help.

In terms of luck, even if Emperor Xiao Qing absorbed him for ten thousand years, he might not be able to complete it.

You know, the sword in Su Feng’s hand represents a sword on earth that represents an era!

Although we cannot master modern luck, the sword immortal predecessor has really refined the luck of the whole world and injected it into the sword—

It can be said that the magic array that Emperor Xiao Qing now opened is of no use except that it can make Su Feng feel a little cold, and even absorbs all the murderous aura on his body.

Su Feng really enjoys this process of artificial stripping and killing.

In the past, I had killed too many people and had already accumulated extremely deep resentment.

If Emperor Xiao Qing could purify all these, he would have to thank the other party.

As time went by, Emperor Xiao Qing found that Su Feng had not changed at all, and immediately amazes the other party's luck is far beyond anyone he knows!

Seeing that Su Feng was already in his palm, Emperor Xiao Qing was no longer worried and took the initiative to deal with Su Feng!

Emperor Xiao Qing sneered and shouted at Su Feng: "Boy, I will let you see what the power of the son of luck is."

The next moment, a golden bow appeared in Xiao Qingdi's hand.

There were no arrows on the bowstring, which looked very strange.

As Emperor Xiao Qing put his hand on it, a purple arrow immediately appeared on the bowstring, looking evil!

"Su Feng, I'll send you on the road and avenge my brothers in Hongmen."

In just a moment, Su Feng felt the strong murderous intent locking himself in. Even if he dodged now, he was still firmly pulled by someone-

Are bows and arrows locked in fate?


Chapter completed!