"Go to hell!"
The leader of the Black Tiger Gang roared, and he disappeared, turning into a wild beast, a giant black tiger with a length of 100 meters, looking up to the sky and roaring. The sound waves spread, circle by circle, and the buildings in all directions turned into dust, which was extremely terrifying.
In the distance, the Huangsha Gang, Thirteen Groups, Xueshahui and others who saw this scene all changed their faces, but—
"Small tricks!"
The chubby old man didn't even look straight in the face, a slap fell, a red light flashed, bang, the black tiger was torn apart, and the leader of the black tiger gang showed his original shape, but it was not complete anymore, the head, body, hands and feet were just divided into six pieces, Scattered on the ground, dead beyond death.
"All members of the Black Tiger Gang knelt down and surrendered, Rao Er will not die!" The chubby old man said casually, as if I said mine, and you do yours, whether you like it or not.
"Revenge for the gang leader!" As a force second only to the big families, the Black Tiger Gang is still bloody. Although the members were shocked by the old man's terrifying strength, they were not frightened, and rushed forward with shouts.
The sword qi breaks through the air and destroys everything, the sword light is like a drill, it is tens of feet long, the arrows are like rain, and they are as fast as meteors... The Black Tiger Gang can grow so big, not because of the gang leader alone, but the gold-level masters in the gang There were as many as six people, and the six people shot at the same time, and the waves were surging. The street couldn't bear it, and the buildings on both sides collapsed.
"I really don't know how to live or die!"
The old man shook his head lightly, and shot out with a trace of regret. The palm protruding from the sleeve turned red like blood at some point, as if it was about to drip out. A palm fell, covering the sky and the sun.
"What happened?" The masters from the east, west, and north of the city suddenly looked to the south of the city with shocked expressions. The sky suddenly turned blood-colored, exuding a palpitating aura. Although it stayed for a short time, the strong evil spirit stayed in everyone's mind.
In the south of the city, everyone in the Xuesha Society, the Thirteenth Group, and the Huangsha Gang were cold, their hearts seemed to have stopped beating, and their faces were full of horror. The six masters disappeared, replaced by six pools of blood, and the six gold-level masters couldn't even get close to the old man's body, only uttering half a short cry full of extreme fear.
On the street, the members of the Black Tiger Gang seemed to have cast their bodies, maintaining a charging posture, how ugly and ugly the expression on their faces should be, should they continue to move forward or retreat? Go forward, that's courting death, the boss and the six gold-ranked
The masters were all slapped to death, and they rushed up, probably not worthy of a slap.
Back off, if the old man wants to kill them, they have no chance to back off.
Plop—
Plop, plop, plop...
When the old man looked over, he didn't know who was the first to be unable to bear it. His knees softened and he knelt down. Then the others seemed to have found a solution and knelt down in unison. The sound of their knees colliding with the ground became one.
"Children can be taught!" The old man smiled, and slowly looked in the direction of the Blood Demon Society, the Thirteenth Group, and the Huangsha Gang, "What about you, do you still want me to call you?"
"Senior, you have your eye on Chengnan, I will quit immediately and I will never stay!" The leader of the Huangsha Gang is a bearded man. Before this, he himself never thought that one day he would admit defeat so simply .
The Yellow Sand Gang has more than five hundred members, no matter where it is placed, it is a force that no one dares to underestimate. But in front of the old man, he didn't have the slightest sense of security, not to mention that the old man was not alone, and there was an old carriage behind him.
The old man was riding on a horse, which meant that the status of the people in the carriage was higher than that of the old man. The old man is so powerful, wouldn't the people in the carriage be even more powerful, that's why he let go of his face, saving his life is the most important thing.
"You thought you were buying vegetables, and you still bargained!" The old man smiled coldly. When the leader of the Huangsha Gang had a bad feeling, his eyes suddenly turned red, and the world became a space of blood. He was stuck in blood and couldn't move. , Watching helplessly as his body was bursting with blood, the blood sprayed out from the seven orifices, followed by the internal organs, then the crackling sound of bones breaking, and finally lost consciousness and died.
The south of the city was dead silent, the leader of the Yellow Sand Gang was slightly weaker than the Black Tiger Gang, but he was still at the peak of gold, but in front of the old man, he was like a fly, and he slapped him to death.
The gap between the two sides is too great.
Plop, plop, plop...
Before the old man could speak, the members of the Yellow Sand Gang knelt down one after another. Everyone's faces were full of fear. The old man's strength surpassed their imagination, and they couldn't even raise the thought of hatred.
"I've met senior, junior Yao Xiaoye, from Tianfo Temple, my father Monk Yao. This junior didn't mean to offend senior, but I really don't know about the situation in the south of the city.
It is the territory of the seniors, otherwise the juniors would never dare to come up with ideas, and hope that the seniors will think that the juniors are ignorant and let the juniors go. "The leader of the thirteenth group is a handsome young man. He doesn't say he is from Tianfo Mountain, and no one cares. After he protects his identity, everyone looks at his posture and voice, and he really has a taste of Buddhism. .
This is a very mysterious feeling.
"Tianfo Temple!" A look of surprise flashed across the chubby old man's face. Others don't know about Tianfo Temple, but he is very familiar with it, and has dealt with it several times. The group of bald donkeys don't usually go down the mountain, but every time they go down the mountain, nothing good happens.
After pondering for a while, the old man said to Yao Xiaoye: "You don't need to kneel!"
"Senior, these people are my brothers!" Yao Xiaoye said hastily.
"Are you going to bargain with me too?" The old man's face darkened.
"This junior doesn't mean that, this junior is thanking senior for not killing me!" Yao Xiaoye smiled very reluctantly, and the members of the thirteenth group felt the murderous look in the old man's eyes, and they all knelt down with a plop.
"I've seen seniors, junior Zhou Zhiwei, from the Blood Fiend Island of the Seventy-two Islands—" before the leader of the Blood Fiend Society could finish his sentence, he was slapped to death by the old man. Do you dare to have a relationship with me?"
Yao Xiaoye's heart skipped a beat, and she felt lucky for no reason. He has heard of Seventy-two Islands overseas, and its background is not as good as Tianfo Temple, but it is extremely powerful and occupies a large area overseas. Anyone who goes to sea must worship the pier of Seventy-two Islands, otherwise, they will not know how they died.
Seeing that the old man didn't care about it, his identity must be far superior to the Seventy-two Islands, which made him very puzzled, what kind of organization is it, with such a big background. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked at the carriage again. On the corner of the curtain of the carriage, an inconspicuous blood-stained symbol in white clothes was faintly visible with the wind. In an instant, his whole body was shaken, and he almost screamed out in horror.
Blood Clothes Teaching!
Great luck enveloped him, and he felt like he had brushed shoulders with death. No wonder the old man acted without any scruples. The Blood Clothes Sect is a sect that dares to be the enemy of the world, and the Seventy-two Islands are naturally not taken seriously by them.
Zhou Zhiwei died, and the people under him lost their fighting spirit in an instant, and they all knelt down with a plop.
The old man nodded in satisfaction, then exhaled and raised his voice: "To rob, take out all the valuables on your body, and leave nothing behind."