"Tian Boguang, this time, even the Eight Finger Master will not save you, I think what else can you do?"

Carrying a big knife, the old man sneered: "Now, you are carrying a girl, I see how you perform light skills?"

Burst...... Ha ha!

When the voice fell, the group of heroes burst into laughter, looking at Wang Chulan's gaze, they all felt like a cat looking at a mouse.

Today's Wang Chulan has brought too many shocks to the heroes, making everyone feel fearful.

But, so what?

No matter how strong you are, in this situation, you can't escape!

"Guang Lao, don't talk nonsense with him, cut him!" a white-clothed hero roared.

"Brother Bai, don't worry, this Tian Boguang, he can't run away!"

The old rivers and lakes are fierce: "Tian Boguang's true qi has declined, and he is inconvenient to move, and the biggest advantage of light power is gone!"

"Now, ten percent of his martial arts can't play three percent, I'm a big friend, if I can't kill this guy, then what else do I have?"

"Guang Lao, be careful, Tian Boguang is too treacherous. The white-clothed high-roller hurriedly said.

"My knife is the treasure of the big knife sect, it can blow hair and break hair, and it is indestructible!"

After speaking, the old man pointed at Wang Chulan: "Grandson, if you hand over the scabbard, grandpa, I will spare you from death, otherwise ......"

Boom!

Before the voice fell, a black sword light instantly pierced the sky.

Whoa!

In an instant, blood was like a torrential rain, flying all over the sky.

But when I saw the old Jianghu, his mouth was still open, and the expression on his face was still very unruly.

But his head, accompanied by a rain of blood, flew into the sky.

Bang!

The next moment, a big head fell to the ground with a bang.

Quiet!

The audience, death-like, quiet!

At this moment, the group of heroes stood in place, looking at the headless corpse in front of them, and they couldn't help but gasp.

"Kill with a single sword!"

"Friends of the vast number of people, that is the peak grandmaster of the eighth grade, and he was actually beheaded by this kid with one sword?"

"Didn't you say that Tian Boguang, ten percent of his martial arts, only three percent of ......his martial arts remained? How could he be so powerful?"

In an instant, all the heroes of the rivers and lakes felt the horror.

"Don't panic, this kid has a fast attack speed, but he outputs true qi with a stick of incense, how much can he have left?"

Lan Ying's sharp voice suddenly resounded throughout the audience: "Although Guang Lao is dead, he has also exhausted all of Tian Boguang's true qi." ”

"Now, let's go together, even if everyone spits a mouthful of foam, they can kill Tian Boguang. ”

"As long as Tian Boguang dies, this scabbard will be ours!"

Airplanes!

As soon as Blue Eagle said this, the fear in the eyes of the heroes disappeared in an instant.

Wang Chulan, very strong!

Strong, incredible!

Even if Wang Chulan, who was hit hard, could slash the eight-rank grandmaster with one sword, who wouldn't be afraid?

But!

As soon as I thought of the scabbard, which represented the inheritance of the ghost master, the cold glint in the eyes of the heroes gradually emerged.

"I am the seventh son of the fist town, and I am willing to be the head of the formation!" In the crowd, an old man in a black robe with his temples raised and bulging suddenly walked out.

Then, six more black-robed old men, all with extremely similar appearances, walked out of the crowd.

These are seven old men who are as thin as bamboo poles, and they are already in their last years, as if they will be blown away by the wind at any time.

If you change places, in People's Park, the seven old men must be just passers-by.

But in this demon cave, the eyes of the seven elders were blooming with a faint green forest, and they all exuded an extremely terrifying momentum.