It is already a big deal that someone dares to stir up trouble on the Sun Yao Pavilion. But for Han Song, the deputy master of the Sun Yao Pavilion, to be crippled with a single blow, it is even more unimaginable.
"Brother, he... who is he?" Brother Kuojian woke up, took Xiao Ting's arm, and asked blankly.
Xiao Ting glanced at him and said with a smile, "Who are they? He is indeed someone who can help you."
"Everyone, come together and kill him!" Has Sun Yao Pavilion ever lost such a big person? I don't know who shouted loudly, and a group of monks from Sun Yao Pavilion rushed towards Qin Dong at the same time.
These monks in Sun Yao Pavilion are not fools. Qin Dong defeated Han Song with one palm. What kind of magical power was this? How dare they not try their best in the face of such a powerful enemy? More than a dozen monks from Sun Yao Pavilion launched an attack. I dare not say it was earth-shattering, but the momentum was also extremely frightening. More than a dozen people, dozens of attack waves, bloomed at the same time. At first glance, they looked like howitzers. The beauty was full of murderous intent. [
Such a large-scale attack immediately triggered a cry of exclamation on the scene. Some casual cultivators who wanted to get closer to watch the excitement were unexpectedly hit, and screamed repeatedly.
Sun Yao Pavilion's behavior has always been like this, never caring about the life or death of others. Despite the screams around them, the offensive of more than a dozen people did not change at all. Qin Dong's impression of Riyao Pavilion was already very bad, and now his eyes were filled with cold electricity. The figure was like a ghost, inserted directly into the attack storm.
Like this, in the eyes of everyone, it is like seeking death.
But before everyone could recover from the shock, more than a dozen Sun Yao Pavilion monks jointly attacked and quietly turned into clouds of smoke.
"Since you don't want to leave, then you can all stay!" Qin Dong suddenly shouted angrily, raising his palms to the sky, two wild dragons of gold and silver, circling and dancing, and more than a dozen Sun Yao Pavilion members The monks were immediately destroyed.
Accompanied by bursts of screams and wails, one by one of the dozen Sun Yao Pavilion monks turned into a rain of blood.
"Ah!!" Han Song was filled with hatred. He wanted to see how Qin Dong died, but he didn't expect that what he saw in the end was such a scene. His face was as pale as paper from the shock, and he let out a cry of surprise.
If Han Song hadn't uttered this exclamation, Qin Dong might have forgotten about him. When he shouted, Qin Dong didn't even look back and directly waved him off to Jiuquan.
These masters of Sun Yao Pavilion are all carefully selected by Sun Yao, and they are the masters who are ready to help the hunting saint hunt the dragon turtle. They are worthy of being the leaders of Sun Yao Pavilion. Now, all of them have been killed by Qin Dong since Han Song. Even the powerful Sun Yao Pavilion cannot withstand such a blow.
But now everyone has been shocked by Qin Dong's advanced cultivation and ruthless methods, and they have not thought about it at all.
The originally bustling crowd suddenly fell silent as Han Song's life ended. Hundreds of people gathered around, but not even a sound could be made. The atmosphere was a bit strange.
"Fourth brother, it seems that our feud with Sun Yao Pavilion is finally over!" Hu Li said with a smile.
First, he deposed Richen, the only son of Riyao Pavilion, and then killed Gu Lixi, the elder of Riyao Pavilion. Now, even Han Song, the deputy master of Riyao Pavilion, died in Qin Dong's hands. It's no wonder that this hatred is not serious.
Qin Dong snorted coldly and said with a gloomy expression, "Scum like Sunyao Pavilion will be a disaster sooner or later. If he wants to seek revenge from me, I will welcome him!"