The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The Raksha King roared at the little Raksha, and used his internal force to stir up a black iron chain, tied the little Raksha upside down on a tree branch.

Little Raksha shook his head downwards, finally he couldn't act like a demon anymore.

If little Rakshasa can't come out to make trouble, King Rakshasa will be free to deal with Mingshan.

Before becoming the Rakshasa King, Sang Qiuhan was not a kind person. After so many years of perverted cultivation, he had already turned himself into a monster who was neither human nor ghost. How could there be any kindness in his heart?

Everyone could feel the murderous look in his eyes. The masters of the Sikong family and the disciples of the Chaoyang Palace knew a little bit about the grievances between Sang Qiuhan and Patriarch Sikong. Sang Qiuhan, Yu Wan and the others knew about it, so they were even more desperate.

Qingyan scolded: "He is planning to wash Mingshan with blood... What a lunatic!"

The bloodbath of Mingshan is the second step, and getting the Holy King is the first step right now.

King Raksha lightly raised one hand, and Yu Wan's body flew towards him in the air.

Ying Shisan threw out the black iron chain and wrapped it around Yu Wan's ankle. Ying Shisan firmly grasped the other end of the black iron chain. Seeing this, Ying Liu rushed over and grabbed the black iron chain together with him. chain.

Qingyan and Yuegou rushed over at the same time, and all the disciples of Chaoyang Palace grabbed the Xuantie chain with all their strength.

Old Cui poked his head out from under the table: "This, this... can this be held back?"

Grandma stood in front of the window, shaking her head solemnly.

If he can hold it, he is no longer the Rakshasa King.

Rakshasa King and Blood Rakshasa, there is a difference of one word, but the realm is thousands of miles away. The strength of Rakshasa King, let alone a group of fledgling boys like them, even Patriarch Sikong with superb martial arts, may not be his opponent. .

The Rakshasa King is an indestructible existence. The one who can kill the Rakshasa King is only another Rakshasa King. Will there be a second Rakshasa King? the answer is negative.

"Hey! Don't just keep talking and act like you're going to be slaughtered!" Old Cui Tou was confused by Grandma's desperate expression, and he said resignedly, "I, I, I... we Aren't there many masters?"

Grandma said, "You said you are in retreat, or are you not in retreat?"

Grandma's words made Old Cui shut up.

Their most powerful forces have all retreated and made a breakthrough, and it was also the time for the Blood Rakshasa of the Sang family to make a breakthrough at this juncture.

A mere black iron chain is nothing to King Rakshasa. King Rakshasa snorted disdainfully, and with a flick of his fingertips, the black iron chain broke into pieces.

"Ah—" Yu Wan lost control and flew towards Rakshasa King.

Everyone wanted to rush up to rescue Yu Wan, but none of them could move.

The coercion of Rakshasa King is really terrifying!

King Rakshasa aimed at Yu Wan's stomach.

Little Raksha covered his eyes!

Yu Wan also covered her eyes!

...No, what is she covering her eyes for? This guy is obviously aiming at the fetus in her womb, she should cover her stomach!

Yu Wan clutched her stomach, but it was useless. King Rakshasa's claws were definitely not something a mere weak woman could resist.

Are they really going to die at the hands of this bastard?

The aura of King Rakshasa enveloped Yu Wan all of a sudden.

Yu Wan closed her eyes in despair, and finally called out: "Yan Jiuchao—"

A icy breath pierced through the air like a sharp blade, directly hitting King Rakshasa's brow, tearing a hole in his coercion!

King Rakshasa moved his eyebrows, raised his hand to catch Yu Wan, and flicked away the breath with his fingertips. It didn't take much effort for him, but Yu Wan was sucked by another powerful internal force with such a distracted effort. past.

Yu Wan fell into a familiar embrace, his masculine aura, mixed with the faint fragrance of orchids and a trace of medicinal fragrance, Yu Wan's heart instantly settled down.

"Yan Jiuchao..." She looked at him, the scene just now was really dangerous, no matter how calm she was, she was frightened into a cold sweat, but all of this disappeared the moment she saw him, as long as he was here, No matter what she does or does not do, or what she will face, she is fearless.

"You're out of customs." There was a little grievance unconsciously in her voice.

Yan Jiuchao said coldly: "Screaming so loudly, you won't be able to practice even if you leave the customs."

Yu Wan laughed through tears.

Yan Jiuchao hugged Yu Wan and fell back to the ground. Under the mighty Wia of Raksha King, his movements were still smooth and graceful like a fairy.

"Wait for me here." Yan Jiuchao put Yu Wan down.

"En." Yu Wan nodded obediently.

Yan Jiuchao flicked his wide sleeves, tapped his toes, leaped up to the roof in the air, stood on a corner of an upturned eaves, and stared fixedly at King Raksha who landed on the opposite eaves.

The four eyes met, and an astonishing murderous aura erupted in the air.

King Luocha's scrutiny fell on Yan Jiuchao's face. Yan Jiuchao's body exuded the aura of the longevity formula, and his level was not low. Even if he was locked in the forbidden area of ​​the Sang family, King Luocha also knew that the only one in the Sikong family was Sikong. Ye has practiced the formula of longevity by himself, but Sikong Ye is not a young boy in his early twenties.

"You...not...are...Si...kong...Ye?"

Having been a mute for many years, Rakshasa King's ability to speak has degraded dramatically.

"Of course I'm not." Yan Jiuchao said flatly.

In front of King Rakshasa who could destroy the entire Underworld with a single fist, Yan Jiuchao's reaction was too calm, and even King Rakshasa himself was a little inconceivable.

Hearing Yan Jiuchao's voice, little Raksha took away his little hands covering his eyes, and yelled at King Raksha!

King Rakshasa didn't look back at it, but just hit a backhand of internal force, sealing its dumb acupoint.

Little Raksha's mouth was still chattering, but there was no sound anymore.

King Rakshasa said domineeringly but slowly: "Si...kong...ye..."

Yan Jiuchao said arrogantly: "After so many years, your skill has not improved much, Sikong Ye doesn't want to see you!"

King Rakshasa became angry, and a terrible coercion pressed towards Yan Jiuchao.

Yan Jiuchao urged the Longevity Art, and blocked it without changing his expression.

"Young...young master, he..." Ying Liu widened his eyes in surprise.

Grandma said: "He has broken through the eighth level."

This is really unexpected. It took the ghost king half his life to practice the Longevity Art to the sixth level, but Yan Jiuchao broke through the second level in a short period of ten days. This is simply a miracle. Not to mention that he is still so young, even Sikong Ye spent decades breaking through to the eighth level. Grandma believes that if Yan Jiuchao is given a few more years, he might really be able to defeat the Rakshasa King. Existed, but... not now.

Yan Jiuchao's tendons endured a huge wave of damage, but he didn't show any abnormality on his face.

He said domineeringly: "You take three palms from me, after three palms, if you can still stand here intact, I will let you see Sikong Ye."

Qingyan worried: "What do Jiuchao want to do? Don't say three palms, even thirty palms, King Rakshasa will be fine..."

Yan Jiuchao went on to say: "The majestic Rakshasa King, you can't even catch my three palms, can you? If you are afraid of losing, just say it!"

King Rakshasa hooked his index finger at Yan Jiuchao angrily, as if signaling him to do something.

"First palm!"

Yan Jiuchao moved his wide sleeves, and struck out a sharp and powerful palm.

King Rakshasa didn't pay attention to a kid at first, so he didn't use much skill to resist, but when the opponent's palm fell on him, King Rakshasa seemed to have a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Even if this palm didn't hurt him, it still hurt him.

"Second palm!" Yan Jiuchao didn't hesitate at all, and then he slapped the second palm. This time, the palm wind was three times more powerful than before, and King Rakshasa's body was actually shaken by the blow.

A tendon snapped.

Even though it was only a small tendon, it was beyond Rakshasa King's expectation.

This is like thinking that the other party is an ant, but it turned into a young eagle and pecked him until he bleeds.

To kill him, drain his blood energy, and train him into a blood pill!

Yan Jiuchao rubbed his wrist, looked at him indifferently and said, "The third palm, I won't show mercy anymore, you have to be careful."

Although the ants have become young eagles, they are still young eagles. It is not so easy to hurt King Rakshasa.

King Rakshasa looked at Yan Jiuchao without fear.

Yan Jiuchao spread his arms, raised them in the air, and looked down at King Luocha: "I said before, this palm is very powerful, you'd better take it with your heart."

"Hmph!" King Rakshasa was full of disdain.

Yan Jiu hooked the corner of his lips, and stepped aside, revealing a white-robed man standing behind him at some point.

Sikong Ye flew up and slapped King Rakshasa on the heart!