"Which sect are you?" the old man of the eightfold king realm looked at the three of them a few times and said coldly.

"Moyunling!"

Tang Chen said lightly, as soon as Song Yuntian and Tang Gun heard it, they knew that these eight people were not far from death.

The two of them couldn't help frowning, Moyunling was a rather peculiar existence, it dominated the Tiannan Domain a long time ago, and it was the existence they looked up to in their eyes.

But over the years, it has become a third-rate character, and no one is willing to pay attention to it except for some special forces.

"Moyunling, what made you have the courage to kill my Leaving Fire Sect disciples?" said the old man of the eightfold King Realm sharply.

"That kind of garbage, kill it, kill it, how do you have it?"

Tang Chen glanced at a few people, and finally stopped his gaze on the old man who was in the ninth level of the king realm, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Hmm, that's bold, do you think this was 10,000 years ago?" the face of the martial cultivator of the ninefold king realm of the man became cold.

"At least I won't be afraid of a few of you miscellaneous pieces!" Tang Gun stepped forward and said coldly.

"Bold! Kill!" The faces of the two old men changed suddenly, and their murderous aura appeared.

Tang Chen took a step forward, his body exuding a palpitating killing intent, and glanced at the eight people: "You guys are buried here!"

After finishing speaking, Tang Chen's figure disappeared in an instant, and he quickly attacked the four Martial Cultivators of the King Realm Fourfold, and when he appeared, he was already behind the four of them.

"Be careful!"

The two old men reminded that it was just too late, and once the three thousand thunderbolts were cast, it was difficult to find traces, and ordinary people could detect them.

Before the four of them could react, they saw a big purple-gold hand slamming down, and a dark black vortex instantly engulfed the four of them.

In less than three breaths, the whirlpool disappeared, and so did the shadow of the big hand.

Sou!

There was a sound of breaking wind in his ears, and the old man of the Nine Layers of the King Realm had already attacked and killed, but he was shocked to see the four Flame Sect disciples disappear.

Tang Chen didn't have a trace of fear, and he didn't gather the Colorful True Yuan, but used the strength of his body to slap the other party.

Boom!

Tang Chen stepped back three zhang and stopped, while the old man stepped back five zhang, his arm trembling constantly.

Such a terrifying power!

Is this still human?

The old man's heart was shocked, and his face had changed.

"You hid your cultivation?"

The old man stared at Tang Chen's eyes, his eyes fluctuating.

Tang Chen didn't reply immediately, but glanced at Tang Gun, who was entangled with that person's Wang Realm Eightfold Martial Cultivator, and Song Yuntian, who was fighting with Wang Chaoyang Zhuo Linxiong, before moving his gaze to the old man in front of him: "What?"

The old man was speechless, he didn't know what to say, no matter what, people are his enemies, and whether he has hidden cultivation or not has nothing to do with him.

At the moment when the old man was silent, Tang Chen moved, his body thundered and jumped, and then he waved his big hand and grabbed the old man.

I saw the mid-air true yuan surging, and finally condensed a thunderbolt big hand and grabbed the old man.

This move was almost Tang Chen's strongest means, and with his current strength, it was enough to kill an ordinary human king realm eightfold martial cultivator.

The old man was shocked, and the true yuan on his body immediately converged, and his right fist turned into an eight-zhang flame fist, hitting the thunderbolt big hand.

Rumble!

A terrifying energy disintegrated, and the flame giant fist disappeared in an instant, while the purple-gold big hand, which was only slightly dimmed, was still unstoppable and pressed down.

Rumble!

The old man's figure was knocked away, and he fell five feet away, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth.

"How is that possible? How can it be so strong?"

He roared inwardly, full of incredulity.

However, it was too late, I saw Tang Chen's figure move, and instantly appeared three zhang in front of him, hanging above the air five zhang, and his right palm once again transformed into a thunderbolt hand, quickly hitting the old man.

The old man was terrified, and with all his strength, he rolled to his side to see if he had avoided this terrifying blow.

Rumble!

The dust was flying, the earth shook, and the figures of the fierce battle in the distance stopped, and they all looked over.

After a few breaths, the dust settled, and I saw a deep pit of handprints more than ten zhang large appearing on the ground, about one zhang deep.

The old man at the edge of the pit was frightened, his face was pale, affected by the palm force just now, his injury deepened a point, looking at the terrifying pit in front of him, his body couldn't help but tremble.

"Annihilation!"

Tang Chen drank coldly, and then performed the strongest move, only to see that mid-air instantly transformed into a purple-gold five-zhang big hand, directly grasping the old man in his hand.

Then, with a wave of Tang Chen's right hand, the old man was smashed ten zhang away like a stone, and smashed an irregular pit of eight feet in size on the ground.

Ahem!

The old man slowly sat up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Tang Chen, his face was pale and terrified.

"Leave me alone!"

His voice trembled, and he pleaded.

Tang Chen had a sneer in his eyes, the other party came to intercept and kill him, and now he was defeated but begged for mercy to let the other party go, is this possible?

"Please, spare me, I can be your slave!"

The old man knelt on the ground and pleaded.

The eyes of those in the distance widened, some with anger, some with pity, and some with lamentation.

Tang Chen shook his head, and directly waved out his left hand, and a purple-gold ten-zhang big hand appeared out of thin air, and there was a huge dark black vortex in the palm of his hand, which instantly engulfed the old man.

Yes!

With a scream, the old man disappeared.

After five breaths, the whirlpool disappeared, and the big hand also disappeared, Tang Chen put away his momentum, fell to the ground, and looked at a few people in the distance.

"Good!"

Tang Gun shouted, then laughed, and with his big hand, he grabbed the old man of the eightfold king realm with a rolling galaxy.

The old man gritted his teeth, and instantly gathered all the true yuan, a giant fist of flames the size of eight zhang, and attacked him.

Rumble!

A loud bang rang out.

Immediately, I saw that the old man flew five zhang away, while Tang Gun retreated three zhang, and after the two energies collided, a ten-zhang energy storm vortex was formed, which continued to move towards the old man.

After the blow, Tang Lance immediately cast his footwork and swept towards the old man.

"Die!"

The Tang Spear True Yuan rolled, and an eight-zhang long True Yuan Spear instantly condensed, stabbing towards the old man.

The old man was frightened, and immediately used all his strength to defend with all his might, forming a fiery red transparent light film the size of five zhang around his body.

Rumble!

The gun hit the light film, and there was a violent sound, and gradually, the light film cracked and dissipated instantly.

The spear stabbed again, and the old man flew upside down ten feet away, leaving a bloody arrow in the air.

Ahem!

The old man slowly got up and looked at Tang Gun, his eyes full of fear.

"Old thing, you still want to kill us for this little skill?"

Tang Gun performed his footwork, and his figure instantly appeared a foot in front of the old man, looking at him coldly.

The old man kept trembling, his face was pale, and he wanted to move, but he was paralyzed, unable to move.

"You can die!" Tang Gun grabbed his big hand, and the silver galaxy wrapped the old man.

(End of chapter)