"Bold!" Tiger King's subordinates did not face Hong Xingguan directly, unable to experience the feeling of suffocation, seeing that Hong Xingguan actually wanted the Tiger King to die, he was immediately furious, opened his mouth to scold, and took out a gun and pointed it at the three people.

"Hmph!" Hong Xingguan turned his head, and the killing machine raged out like a storm.

Rumble!

This is an extremely strong aura, with a thick and surging killing intent, surging, sharp and incomparable, like a solid sword, which can tear a person alive!

If the momentum of the Tiger King is like a mountain, then Hong Xingguan is a Yue!

Magnificent and vast.

Even the Tiger King was difficult to support, lowered his head slightly, and some couldn't look directly into Hong Xingguan's eyes, if a heart patient was stared at like this, he would even have liver and gallbladder splitting, cardiac arrest, and be scared to death.

"Plop!"

The person who spoke was weak in his legs, sat on the ground with his buttocks, his eyes were distracted, and the few people around him were actually pressed back a few steps.

The Tiger King couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, an elder of Hongmen has such strength, so how many masters are there in Hongmen!

It's heart-pounding to think about.

It is precisely with Hongmen as a reliance that the people of Hongmen have the confidence to protect their shortcomings so much, Hong Tutian died, because his skills are not as good as others, but he wants the Tiger King to be buried with him!

"You all stand down!" the Tiger King snorted and told his men to leave, they were just dragging down here.

Hong Xingguan's hair danced, and he turned around and stared at the Tiger King again, his face was expressionless, like a piece of solid ice, but his eyes were cold, revealing indifference to life and death.

The Tiger King felt a great pressure, as if he was carrying a thousand catties of burden, and had no choice but to mobilize the strength of his whole body to fight, gritted his teeth and insisted: "I have tried my best to avenge Gongzi Hong." ”

"Oh?" Hong Xingguan stared at the Tiger King indifferently, "Revenge?"

"It's a lose-lose situation. The muscles of the Tiger King's body tensed up to resist the pressure of Hong Xingguan.

"If you have not taken revenge, you shall pay for your sins with death. There is no need for Hong Xingguan to speak, the white-robed old man behind him has already pronounced the fate of the Tiger King, and suddenly rushed forward, leaning out a hand, shaped like a withered tree, but his five fingers are still as hard as iron.

The Tiger King stood intently, his tiger eyes flashed, and he raised his arms to meet the attack.

"Bang!"

The Tiger King's body was shocked, and he actually took a step back, and a trace of shock couldn't help but pass through his eyes. The old man in the white robe has passed his prime, his body has weakened, but he still has such strength, and what is even more terrifying is that such an old man can only follow Hong Xingguan as a servant!

Hong Xingguan, how terrible should it be?

Such three dark energy masters came to Xingshi to ask for guilt, and it was definitely not something that the Black Tiger Gang could bear!

"The strength is not weak. The old man sneered, "But that's it!"

Swish!

As soon as the old man's body moved, he approached the Tiger King almost instantly, and his eagle claws were like a life-seeking hook, brazenly grabbing the Tiger King's throat and trying to crush it.

"Old immortal!" The angry look on the Tiger King's face flashed, as powerful as him, how could he sit still and wait to die?

"Let you score three points, and really be the best in the world?" Tiger King snorted coldly in his heart, he naturally wouldn't say anything, the other party despised him and it was beneficial to him.

Seeing the old man's iron claws approaching, the evil wind was blowing in his face, his nails were sharp, as sharp as a blade, and the tiger king's eyes flashed, and he suddenly swung his fist up.

"Quack!"

The fist bones collided, making a crisp cracking sound, and the old man screamed in pain, but he fell to the downwind.

"Hmph!" the Tiger King struck a blow and retreated. But in the bottom of his heart, he punched hard, but he only broke the two phalanges of this old man, and his strength really cannot be underestimated!

"Bastard, underestimate you!" the old man shouted angrily, his gray hair dancing, as the Tiger King expected, even more murderous, not frightened but angry, regardless of the injury, straight forward, moving like a rabbit.

Sou!

The old man's body was light, and he brought up a phantom, causing a whistling sound, and approached the Tiger King at a very fast speed. At the same time, a soft sword appeared in his hand!

This sword was originally wrapped around his waist, covered by the corners of his clothes, and at this time a fleeting light was drawn, and it was held in the old man's hand, the serpentine sword body, swallowing a cold luster, really like a poisonous snake eager to drink blood, not only dangerous, but also fatal.

"Death!"

The old man's face showed a sneer, as if he had seen the decapitation of the head of the Tiger King being covered with paintings under his feet, bloody, but satisfying. The stronger the Tiger King, the stronger the sense of accomplishment that comes from killing him.

The sword is flexible, but equally sharp and murderous.

The Tiger King's pupils shrunk into needles, and the sword was so cold and piercing that it seemed to be able to freeze and crack bones, rapidly approaching his neck, and his skin was aching faintly.

"Buzz!"

The sword trembled slightly, slashing through the lightning-like traces, bringing a darkness that enveloped the Tiger King.

"Poof!"

At the critical moment, the Tiger King clasped his palms together and clamped the tip of the sword, but the old man was already prepared, and turned the sword body, so that one of the Tiger King's hands slashed on the blade, and a bloody mark was made.

However, the Tiger King still stopped the old man's attack, the soft sword bent, and the blood flowed out of the palm of his hand, ticking down.

"Look at the move!" the old man sneered, and with a flip of his wrist, the soft sword danced as if it was alive, and the sword was dazzling, trying to shatter the Tiger King's palms.

The Tiger King withdrew his hand to retreat, and the old man followed him like a shadow and forced him over: "Die obediently, and there will be less pain." ”

"Hongmen is inevitably a little deceitful, too much!" the Tiger King stared at the old man, his expression grim. He also sincerely wanted to avenge Hong Tutian, and Qiu Feng was both defeated, and the injuries caused by Qiu Feng have only just healed so far, but Hongmen has affected Chi Yu, so he took part of the responsibility and buried Hong Tutian. Thinking about it, even if he killed Qiu Feng and apologized with his head, he would not escape death.

"Too much deception?" the old man sneered, "It is your third life of honor to let you be buried with the young master!"

The sword light danced, blocking all the retreats of the Tiger King, and he was going to dismantle him in eight pieces to pay tribute to Hong Tutian.

"If you want my life, if you have the ability, come and take it!" the Tiger King smiled, avoided the two swords of the old man, and swooped out with two blood holes, and the seat he often sat on was at hand.

"When Changchang—"

There was a sound of the collision of Jin Ge iron weapons, and a string of fingered tigers had been set on the hands of the Tiger King, with protruding sharp cones, the whole body was made of fine iron, extremely hard, and there was still a trace of dark red blood spots on it, which was the blood stains of the opponent that the Tiger King had killed under his fist.

Unless he encounters a great enemy, the Tiger King will easily not use this set of finger tigers. If he hadn't despised Qiu Feng last time, he wouldn't have left it here.

Rumble!

The Tiger King attacked reflexively, and blood flowed from the two blood holes on his body and the palm of his hand, but it could not affect his actions, like a tiger descending the mountain and opening its bloody mouth!

"Drink!" the Tiger King roared, and smashed his fists into the old man's soft sword, like two huge grinding discs falling, making people lose color.

At the door, Hong Xingguan's eyes froze, and he instructed another black-robed old man, "You go too." ”

"Yes!" The old man never disobeyed Hong Xingguan's order, and with a flash of his figure, he rushed towards the room.

"Dang!"

At the moment when the black-robed old man rushed over, the Tiger King's fists and soft swords collided, smashing the old man's mouth and shocking him, almost unable to hold it, and he was taken aback.

"Die!" the Tiger King opened and closed, and when he found a gap, he bullied himself, and his fists were like divine help, destroying the withering and decaying.