There was a loud noise coming from inside the precincts.

There was also a slight tremor in the ground.

All made the few white-clothed men and women waiting outside frightened.

They looked at each other, their backs already soaked in cold sweat, blown by the cold wind in the middle of the night, and they were cold from head to toe.

"Didn't you tell the altar master that the Youth Cooperative Association is just a small gang in the outer city?"

A woman in white shuddered and said with difficulty, "The result is such an unruly little gang, and there is such a terrifying master hidden in it?" ”

"Don't ask me, I don't know." The man who had reported to the Lord of Ding Tan before was also full of shock, and his eyes were full of anxiety and fear.

"Shall we go in and help?"

After a moment of silence, he asked with a trembling voice.

"Help?" The last person to speak was a chubby middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy landlord.

He smiled and said, "Old Fang, I know that you want to be the master of incense, and you are about to go crazy thinking about it.

But don't forget, it's good for the incense owner to be good, and it's really good to have a life to be it. ”

"Just listen to the movement inside, do you think we went to help the altar master, or did we send food to his old man?"

"Deliver the meal...... Lao Fang gasped and bit his lower lip violently, so that he didn't let himself scream.

He seemed to remember something, his face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't even continue to speak, and he subconsciously hid a little deeper into the darkness.

"Don't worry, the strength of the altar master is outstanding, and if it is placed in the entire Cangyuan outer city, maybe that mysterious Mr. Hu may be able to outperform, and the other martial artists are just local chickens and dogs, and they will never be the opponents of the altar master."

The rich middle-aged man glanced at Lao Fang with disdain, and continued with a smile, "As far as you look scared, you are not as good as those blood pigs raised by us.

They are pure-minded, well-fed and well-fed, not like us, and have all kinds of thoughts and thoughts.

So I advise you to put out the mind of being the owner of the incense, otherwise you will be scared to death when you see the scene of the altar owner eating. ”

The old man opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from inside the courtyard.

Immediately after that, a large hole was smashed into the stone wall.

A figure roared out of it.

It's like a cannonball, slamming into the body of a rich man.

Cracking sound!

A dense sound of bones shattering.

The rich man's eyes rolled and he vomited a large amount of blood from his mouth, and he was held up by the figure, directly through the stone wall on the other side of the lane, and smashed heavily to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Boom!

The woman in white and the old party throat rolling,

Swallow the next mouthful of saliva at the same time.

The two reacted very differently.

One looked in the direction where the rich man had disappeared.

The other looked tremblingly into the courtyard.

There was deathly silence in both places.

The old man and the woman in white glanced at each other, each took a sword in his hand, and slowly walked towards the courtyard together.

Although the instinct of fear has been reminding them to hurry up and get out of this damn place, it is easy to walk away now, if the Ding Altar Lord blames it later......

It's a question you can't think about, and you don't dare to think about.

Whoa!

They had just drilled through the collapsed courtyard wall when they heard movement coming from the ruins not far away.

The next moment.

The smell of blood came to my face.

Before the two of them could react, a tall, twisted figure stood in front of them.

"The altar, the altar owner......"

The woman stammered.

His gaze fell on the chest and abdomen of the tall figure.

There, there was a huge gap.

The flesh was blurry, sticking together, and it was still flowing downward.

You can even faintly see the wriggling organs inside.

"After being so seriously injured, he hasn't died yet, what a vigorous vitality this must be."

The old man subconsciously took a step back, and suddenly an even more terrifying thought came to his mind.

Being able to seriously injure the Lord of the Ding Altar to this point, how terrifying is the figure that broke through the wall just now!?

Grunt......

Lao Fang was a little distracted because of extreme shock.

The sudden sound of sucking and swallowing woke him up from his lost soul.

The Lord of the Ding Altar pressed the shoulder of the woman in white.

He hugged her into his arms.

At first glance, it looks like a couple reunited after a long absence, hugging each other passionately.

However, the sound of gurgling sounded from the junction of the two people's bodies.

The woman's legs kept digging the ground, as if she was struggling desperately.

Lao Fang subconsciously turned his eyes and couldn't help but feel distracted, and his legs were weak and he sat directly on the ground.

What about the head?

What about her head?

Where did her head go?

Only the body below the shoulders remained, and he no longer struggled, and leaned on the chest of the Lord of the Ding Altar like that.

It's still getting closer and deeper little by little.

Suddenly, Lao Fang remembered what the rich man had said to him just now. Under.

Rumble!

At this moment, a strong wind rose.

The big hand that grabbed the old side changed direction abruptly and slashed diagonally upward.

At the same time, a muffled ventriloquist sounded.

"You're not dead yet!?"

"How can I die if I don't kill you?"

Bang!

The torn and twisted body of the Ding Altar Lord was carried back and flew back.

Crashed into the collapsed beams and rolled down into the depths of the ruins.

Crash!

But just a moment later, the two figures jumped up from the mess and collided and fought together.

Blood continued to gush out of Wei Tao's mouth and nose, and the heat was steaming up and down his body.

Every breath is mixed with a rich fishy sweet taste.

His punches were tight like punches, constantly bombarding his opponent's defenses.

Ding Tanzhu's chest and abdomen were ulcerated and swollen, and his hands were like snake plates, colliding and whipping Wei Tao's fists again and again at any cost.

Click!

After a few breaths, Wei Tao gathered strength and suddenly burst out, and his fists fell in a row.

Lord Ding Tan was also ruthless, a large ball of blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and the muscles of his arms were black and blue like iron, but they were bent and twisted like snakes, one left and one right double dragon grabbed the pearl, and at the same time inserted it into Wei Tao's head.

Syllable!

There was a sudden crisp sound.

Wei Tao's fists that struck forward changed direction without warning halfway.

The violent flipped change caused his skin and flesh fascia to tear apart, bursting into a bright red blood mist.

Click!

Before the attack of the blue and black giant python arrived, Wei Tao made a mistake with both hands, and actually twisted it back, grasping and entangled the two arms of the Ding Tan Lord.

The four arms intersected, and the tearing and exploding sound became one piece.

Red line fist, wire hammer!

"Dare to compete with me!?" The Lord of the Ding Altar had a hideous smile on his face, and suddenly strangled with force.

But in the next moment.

But his face changed suddenly.

There was a look of surprise and horror in his eyes.

After repeated entanglement, the Ding Tan Master only felt that there seemed to be a hot and boiling vortex in the palm of the other party's palm, which was holding his body burning and writhing.

In an instant, the skin and flesh fascia of both arms, along with the bones first painful and then numb, even the bulging qi and blood were pouring out, almost out of control.

"You ......"

He was struck by lightning, and the deepest chill rose from the bottom of his heart, enveloping his whole body in an instant.

Click, click!

A sharp pain came from the shoulder.

His eyes were about to split, and he vaguely saw Wei Tao tearing off from himself and throwing something away.

At the same time, it was rapidly retreating.

Ding Tan Lord's eyes seemed to be burning with crazy flames, and the bloody wound between his chest and abdomen suddenly bulged into a big bag.

Then, ignoring the injuries he had received, he opened his mouth sharply, and a bloody arrow flew out.

"Talisman Hammer!"

Wei Tao let out another low shout, crossed his arms, and blocked in front of him.

Phew!

There was a hot feeling, and the two arms instantly had more holes in the front and back.

Then there was a flash of blood in front of him, grazing his shoulders and disappearing into the depths of the dark night.

Boom!

Wei Tao fell to the ground and rolled over.

I couldn't even climb a few times.

It can only be half-leaned against a truncated wall to pranayama.

A mouthful of blood arrows spewed out from the Ding Altar Master, and the spirit of the whole person quickly withered.

He stared at Wei Tao, who was gasping for breath not far away, and his gaze slowly moved down, seeing the two arms he had fallen to the ground.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness, unbelief, and pain.

"You ......," Ding Tan asserted and opened his mouth.

Sou!

An iron nail shot at him, right in the center of his eyebrow.

Directly block all his words back.

(End of chapter)