"Give me death!"

The leader of the Black Tiger Gang roared, and the whole person disappeared, turning into a wild beast, a black giant tiger with a length of 100 meters, looking up to the sky and roaring. The sound spread, circle by circle, and the buildings in all directions turned into dust, which was terrifying.

In the distance, the Yellow Sand Gang, the Thirteen Groups, the Blood Demon Society and others who saw this scene all changed their color, but-

"Carving insect skills!"

The chubby old man didn't even look at it, a slap fell, the red light flashed, snapped, the black tiger was torn apart, and the leader of the Black Tiger Gang showed his original form, but it was already incomplete, the head, body, hands and feet, just divided into six pieces, scattered on the ground, dead that he couldn't die anymore.

"All members of the Black Tiger Gang kneel down and surrender, Rao Er will not die!" The chubby old man said very casually, as if I said mine, you do yours, love to listen or not.

"Avenge the helper!" The Black Tiger Gang, as a force second only to several major families, is still bloody. Although the members were shocked by the old man's terrifying strength, they were not frightened and rushed forward with a shout.

The sword qi breaks through the air, destroying everything, the sword light is like practice, up to dozens of zhang, the arrows are like rain, and the speed is like a meteor...... The Black Tiger Gang can develop so big, it does not rely on the power of the gang leader, there are as many as six gold-level masters in the gang, and the six of them shoot at the same time, and the anger is surging. The street could not bear it, and the buildings on both sides collapsed with a bang.

"I really don't know whether to live or die!"

The old man shook his head slightly, and with a hint of regret, the palm that stretched out from his sleeve somehow became red as blood, as if it was about to drip out. A palm falls, covering the sky and the sun.

"What happened?" The masters in the east, west, and north of the city suddenly looked at the south of the city with shocked expressions. The sky suddenly turned blood-colored, exuding a palpitating aura, although the stay was short, but the strong evil aura stayed in everyone's mind.

In the south of the city, everyone in the Blood Demon Society, the Thirteen Groups, and the Yellow Sand Gang was cold, their hearts seemed to have stopped beating, and their faces were full of horror. The six masters were gone, replaced by six pools of blood, and the six gold-level masters couldn't even get close to the old man's body, only letting out a short and extremely frightened cry.

On the street, the members of the Black Tiger Gang seemed to have performed a fixed method, maintaining the posture of the charge, how ugly and ugly should the expression on their faces be, continue to move forward or retreat? Forward, that's looking for death, the gang leader and the six gold levels

The masters were all slapped to death, and they rushed up, and they probably didn't deserve a slap.

Retreat, if the old man were to kill them, they would not have a chance to retreat at all.

Puff –

Puff, puff, puff......

When the old man looked over, he didn't know who couldn't help it first, his knees weakened, and he knelt down, and then the others seemed to have found a solution, and they knelt down in unison, and the sound of their knees colliding with the ground was connected.

"The children can be taught!" The old man smiled and slowly looked in the direction of the Blood Demon Society, the Thirteen Groups, and the Yellow Sand Gang, "What about you, do you still want me to call you?" ”

"Senior, you have taken a fancy to Chengnan, I will quit immediately and never stay!" The leader of the Yellow Sand Gang was a big man with a bearded face, and before this, he never thought that one day, he would admit defeat so simply.

There are more than 500 members of the Huangsha Gang, no matter where they are placed, they are a lot of strength, and no one dares to underestimate them. But in front of the old man, he didn't have the slightest sense of security, not to mention that the old man was not alone, and there was an ancient carriage behind him.

The old man is riding on a horse, which means that the identity of the person in the carriage is even higher than the old man. The old man is so powerful, isn't the person in the carriage even more powerful, so he put down his face and saved his life.

"You think it's grocery shopping, and you're bargaining!" The old man's smile was slightly cold, and when the leader of the Yellow Sand Gang had a bad premonition, there was suddenly a blood red in front of him, and the world became a space of blood, and his whole person was stuck in blood and couldn't move, watching his body be squeezed out of blood, blood spurted out from the seven orifices, followed by internal organs, and then the crackling sound of broken bones, and finally his consciousness disappeared and he died.

There was a dead silence in the south of the city, and the strength of the leader of the Yellow Sand Gang was slightly inferior to that of the Black Tiger Gang, but it was also the peak realm of gold, but in front of the old man, he was like a fly, and he was slapped to death.

The gap between the two sides is too great.

Puff, puff, puff......

Without waiting for the old man to speak, the members of the Yellow Sand Gang knelt down one after another, the black pressure was pressing, everyone's face was full of fear, the old man's strength was beyond their imagination, and they couldn't even rise to the idea of hatred.

"I have seen the seniors, the younger Yao Xiaoye, from the Tianfo Temple, my father Yao Monk. The juniors didn't mean to offend the seniors, but they didn't know the south of the city

It is the territory of the seniors, otherwise the younger generations will never dare to give birth to ideas, and they hope that the seniors will be ignorant of the younger generations and let the younger generations go. "The leader of the thirteenth group is a good-looking young man. He didn't say that he was from Tianfo Mountain, no one cared, after he protected his identity, everyone looked at his standing posture and voice, and it really had the flavor of Buddhism.

It's a very mysterious feeling.

"Heavenly Buddha Temple!" A trace of surprise flashed on the chubby old man's face, others didn't know about the Heavenly Buddha Temple, but he was very familiar with it, and he had dealt with it a few times. The bald donkeys don't usually go down the mountain, but every time they go down the mountain, nothing good happens.

After pondering for a while, the old man said to Yao Xiaoye: "You don't kneel!" ”

"Senior, these people are my brothers!" Yao Xiaoye hurriedly said.

"Are you going to bargain with me too?" The old man's face sank.

"The juniors don't mean that, the juniors thank the seniors for their grace not to kill!" Yao Xiaoye smiled extremely reluctantly, and the members of the thirteenth group felt the murderous aura in the old man's eyes, and they all knelt down.

"I've seen seniors, juniors Zhou Zhiwei, from the Bloody Island of Seventy-two Islands-" Before the leader of the Bloody Demon Society finished speaking, he was slapped to death by the old man, only to hear the old man say impatiently, "Do any cats and dogs dare to want to have a relationship with me?" ”

Yao Xiaoye felt a thrill in his heart, and felt a burst of luck for no reason. He has heard of the 72 islands overseas, and the background is not as good as the Tianfo Temple, but the power is very great, occupying a large area overseas, but everyone who goes to sea must worship the dock of the 72 islands, otherwise, how to die does not know.

Looking at the old man's indifferent appearance, his identity must be far beyond the seventy-two islands, which made him very puzzled, what kind of organization is it, and it is so big. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked at the carriage again. On the corner of the curtain of the carriage, an inconspicuous symbol of blood-stained white clothes loomed in the wind, and in an instant, he shook all over his body, and almost screamed in horror.

Bloody Cult!

A great sense of happiness enveloped him, and there was a feeling of brushing shoulders with death, no wonder the old man acted without scruples. The Bloody Cloth Sect is a sect that dares to be the enemy of the world, and the Seventy-two Islands are naturally not taken seriously by them.

Zhou Zhiwei died, and his subordinates instantly lost their fighting spirit, and with a pop, they all knelt down.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and then exhaled and shouted: "Robbery, take out all the valuable things on your body, and leave nothing." ”