"Retreat!" the black-robed old man reminded loudly, his body was a few points faster than the white-robed old man, and he grabbed the white-robed arm and pulled it back.

The Tiger King's fist is magnificent, with the image of a tide, one punch is stronger than a punch, and if it is glued, it is difficult to get rid of it.

"Where to go!" the Tiger King snorted coldly, his footsteps moved, and he approached the white-robed old man in the blink of an eye, and his fist smashed in, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, and the sky collapsed!

The white-robed old man had a look of horror on his face, and he quickly retreated, while holding his sword in front of his chest.

Resisting is a person's knee-jerk reaction, but his better choice is actually to surround Wei to save Zhao and attack the Tiger King's weakness. The soft sword could not provide protection at all, and the killing intent in the Tiger King's eyes surged, and a punch fell.

Since you want to kill him, you must naturally be prepared to be killed by him!

"You dare!" the black-robed old man's eyes widened.

The white robe and the black robe, who have followed Hong Xingguan for many years, are inseparable, like brothers and sisters, and they will naturally not be indifferent when they see that they are about to be seriously injured.

"Why don't you dare!" The corners of the Tiger King's mouth hooked, revealing a cold smile, "Murderers, people will always kill them!"

"When—"

The soft sword trembled and made a leisurely sound, while the white-robed old man's chest collapsed, and there was a "crackling" sound of bone cracking.

"Poof-" The white-robed old man threw his head back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

It is said that one drop of essence, ten drops of blood, but for his age, it is the other way around, a drop of blood is worth ten drops of essence, which is very precious.

At the door, Hong Xingguan's brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

"Damn!" the black-robed old man roared, sat the white-robed old man against the wall, turned around and pounced on the Tiger King, "I'm going to smash all your bones and bleed to death!"

"Damn it's you!" the Tiger King roared, his eyes shining brightly, and he waved his arms as if he were moving a mountain, and the tiger was shining with cold light and blood.

"Whew!"

The black-robed old man let out a long roar, and his palms slapped out one after another, impermeable, bypassing the Tiger King's fists to greet other parts, to achieve what he said, to smash the Tiger King's bones, starting from the arm.

"Boom!"

The Tiger King's arms shook, making a shock, the wind under his feet, did not retreat, but advanced, and rushed over without hesitation in the palm wind of the black-robed old man.

"Puff puff!"

The black-robed old man's palm hit the Tiger King's arm, causing him to have severe pain in both arms, and his bones made a "click" sound, and the flesh and blood were scattered and the meridians were damaged.

But the Tiger King rushed fast enough, although he was injured, he rushed to the black-robed old man in the blink of an eye, and went straight to his face with both fists.

This tiger king is so bold!

Wounds for wounds, I'd rather scrap two arms than drag him into the water!

The black-robed old man looked flustered, and his first reaction was to retreat and avoid this punch.

The corners of the Tiger King's mouth crossed a trace of coldness, fighting for his life was the day he fought with Qiu Feng, Qiu Feng's final blow, the Tiger King was greatly touched, and now it is just a matter of applying what he has learned.

The difference is that the Tiger King chose to be tough in the face of this move at that time, while the black-robed old man was obviously more desperate and wanted to protect himself.

"Can you go?" the Tiger King sneered, his fist crushed like a millstone, pointing at the tiger cold, with a bloody aura.

"Drink!"

Suddenly! A thunderclap exploded!

Hong Xingguan shouted, the cold qi locked on the Tiger King, like countless swords exuding coldness, the tip was aimed at the Tiger King, surrounding him heavily, just waiting for an order, ten thousand arrows were fired in unison, tearing the Tiger King to pieces!

Hong Xingguan's eyes flashed with Sen's cold and indifferent killing intent, and he had already broken a white robe in the hands of the Tiger King, and he couldn't let the black robe be injured as well.

The Tiger King's arms were half gone, and as long as he stopped this blow, the black robe would kill him as easily as strangling a rabbit.

In his thoughts, a loud shout was enough to make the Tiger King's heart shake, and he was in a trance, creating a glimmer of life for the black robe.

The Tiger King was indeed as he expected, his eardrums tingled, and even blood flowed out of his ears and nose, and even his steps were stunned, and his expression was momentarily sluggish.

The black robe's eyes lit up, and he withdrew his backward foot and rushed back.

With just one palm, he can crush the Tiger King's sternum and treat him in the same way!

The shadow of the palm was heavy, continuous, and imprinted on the chest of the Tiger King.

However, at this moment, the corners of the Tiger King's mouth moved, and a mocking smile appeared, and his fists suddenly closed!

"Bang!"

It's like two boulders that hit the black robe's head!

"You, looking for death!" Hong Xingguan's color changed, revealing boundless murderous intent, like heavy snow all over the sky, the wind suddenly rose, rolling up a thousand heavy snow, freezing and piercing, freezing and cracking the soul.

"Boom!"

One step out, Hong Xingguan had already approached the Tiger King. Without looking at the black robe with a deformed head, Hong Xingguan smashed out with a punch, like a humanoid tank charging and crushing, as if the mirror was shattering, and the air was distorting and collapsing!

With an unrivaled punch, the Tiger King's pupils shrank suddenly, and the sense of crisis of life and death came to him, making the hairs on his body stand up, and in a hurry, he directly carried the black robe in front of him.

"Innocent!" Hong Xingguan shouted, not dodging or dodging, without the slightest intention of stopping, he wanted to bombard and kill to the scum together with the black robe and the tiger king!

Seeing this, the Tiger King couldn't help but curse secretly, he didn't even care about the lives of his own subordinates, he was really cold-blooded and ruthless!

Scolding and scolding, under the delay, he wants to retreat now, but he can't retreat.

"Come on!" Hong Xingguan said coldly.

"Boom!"

The momentum is like a mountain, suppressing everything, and being brave is unstoppable!

The black robe was smashed into a pulp of flesh almost instantly, and the castration was unabated, and the iron fist was stained with blood, and there was still scrap of flesh attached to it, revealing endless killing intent, and smashed into the head of the Tiger King.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it has already fallen on the tip of the Tiger King's nose, only a millimeter!

Swish!

Suddenly, before the sound arrived, a little cold came first!

It is not the luster of the weapon, but the slight light reflected by a pair of eyes similar to Hong Xingguan, with the indifference of the god of death looking down on all beings, the disillusionment of life, through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, countless corpses rise and fall in it, like hell!

The weather is cold, and the water and ice are three feet, which is not half of its killing machine!

Chilling through the heart, the whole body was stiff, and it seemed that he had lost his body temperature and consciousness in an instant, leaving only the fear and trembling of death!

The timing of this person's appearance happened to be at the moment when Hong Xingguan was about to kill the Tiger King, and his mind was a little slack, and it became the time for the Death Scythe to strike.

The king of killers, known as ...... Donghuang!

"Sneer—"

The cold cicada was unbreakable, easily tearing Hong Xingguan's skin, and on the side of his throat, a blood line appeared on the major artery, and blood gushed like a fountain.

Hong Xingguan's face showed incomparably shocked and horrified, and he reached out to cover the wound, and a faint light was surging.

It was "qi", but it was much weaker than Qiu Feng's "qi", and it couldn't stop the blood spurting out of the arteries at all.

"You...... Be...... Who ......" Hong Xingguan's lips trembled, and his voice was extremely weak.

"The one who killed you. Qiu Feng's expression was indifferent.

In terms of assassination, he was invincible at the same level and had never failed.