Chapter Eighty-Eight: Annihilation

Soon, Zhao Tai found two black coffins and placed them in the Zhao family's compound.

"When the meeting comes, let's salute first and then soldier, until the last resort, I don't want to make a feud with the Wushuang Palace." Huo Baisheng said lightly.

"Okay, everything is according to the Lord of the Homon."

Zhao Xianjue took his son Zhao Tai, and the two of them stood aside respectfully.

'Bang! ’

At the moment when the one-hour deadline arrived, the door of the Zhao family's compound was shattered by a force, and Qin Feng and Yang Baohu walked in from the outside without missing a second.

Qin Feng's eyes widened, and he said lightly: "I asked you to prepare your own coffin, you prepare two coffins, what does it mean?" ”

"Haha! These two coffins are for the two of you! Zhao Tai smiled triumphantly, "How is it?" Style, color and size, all satisfied? ”

Qin Feng was not angry, and said with a faint smile: "Two coffins, three people, I'm afraid they can't fit it." ”

At this time, Huo Baisheng, the master of the Eight Pole Gate, took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "I am the Lord of the Eight Pole Gate, Huo Baisheng, and I am a friend of Mr. Zhao Xianjue. I don't know how Zhao Gongzi offended Your Excellency, Your Excellency has to kill him? ”

"If I kill him, it's your business?" Qin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Huo Baisheng's face suddenly became a little gloomy, and he said: "Boy, don't be too arrogant, you know, even if you kill the gods of the Peerless Palace, I am not afraid of you..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng interrupted impatiently: "Get out." ”

"Shaft dares!"

Huo Baisheng was completely angry, and while scolding angrily, the momentum on his body exploded, like a volcanic eruption, sweeping towards Qin Feng.

But Huo Baisheng didn't have time to make a move.

He was kicked by Yang Baohu, who suddenly appeared, and the whole person flew backwards more than ten meters, directly smashing a wall in the Zhao family's compound.

The uncle and nephew of the Zhao family were instantly stupid on the spot.

However, this Huo Baisheng is worthy of being a famous powerhouse in the martial arts world, after being kicked away, it didn't take long for him to get up from the ground, wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "You guys actually engaged in a sneak attack, and you didn't talk about martial arts at all!" Then don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

Everyone thought that Huo Baisheng was going to fight back with 100% strength, but Huo Baisheng actually took out his mobile phone directly to make a call.

"Brother Sun! I'm in the Zhao family's compound, I'm in trouble, please come and help me! ”

"Lord Hongmen! I'm in trouble at the Baji Gate, please hurry to the Zhao family compound! ”

...

Huo Baisheng made seven or eight phone calls in a row.

In the next ten minutes.

Many powerhouses in the martial arts world rushed to the Zhao family's compound from all directions, and almost every one of them flew in directly.

"Lord Huomen, are these the two guys who attacked you?" A man who was playing with a flying knife looked at Qin Feng and Yang Baohu playfully.

His name is Sun Wuving, he is the master of the Flying Knife Gate, and he is superbly skilled with a flying knife in one hand, and he has never missed a person's head within 100 meters.

"I heard that it's still the killing god of the Peerless Temple?"

An old man in black next to him smiled coldly.

He is Hong Wanli, the master of the Southern School of Hong Boxing, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called Master Hong.

The uncles and nephews of the Zhao family, who were originally frightened, were surprised to find that so many awesome helpers suddenly came, and they suddenly turned sad into joy, and Zhao Tai pointed at Qin Feng arrogantly and said, "You two bastards, where do you want to be buried after you die?" ”

"You'd better think for yourself." Qin Feng shook his head.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at this group of martial arts masters squarely, and waved his hand at Yang Baohu: "Hurry up and dispose of this group of flies." ”

"Yes."

Yang Baohu nodded, pinched the joints of his hands, and then rushed towards the crowd.

'Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ’

No one could see clearly how Yang Baohu made a move, only to hear seven consecutive crisp sounds from the field, and then, this group of martial arts masters led by Sun Wuving Hong Wanli turned into duckweed in the wind one by one, flew out backwards, and smashed the Zhao family's compound to the ground.

This is not a battle at all.

It's torture and killing.