He Sheng's face was calm and indifferent, his eyes looked at the last killer coldly, and he said coldly:

"You can die!"

As soon as the words fell, He Sheng suddenly straddled the horse and punched out, facing this powerful Seven Color Pavilion Grandmaster Killer, awe-inspiring!

"Not good!"

Seeing this terrifying and powerful kid in front of him, with a punch, the Grandmaster Killer of the Seven Colors Pavilion changed his face greatly, as if he felt that he was being targeted by death, like falling into an ice cellar, his whole body was cold, and he had a sense of crisis of death!

At that moment, the Seven-Color Pavilion Grandmaster Killer couldn't care about any tasks anymore, so he didn't even think about it, he just turned around and fled, and retreated violently!

It's like a ghost!

However, his speed is fast, and the speed of Ha Sheng, is faster!

Bang!

He Sheng directly crossed a distance of more than ten meters from the tall horse, came to the back of the last killer, and then, punched out!

Thundered!

This punch burst out, like a thunderclap, and the air seemed to be directly blasted!

"Damn it!"

The Seven-Color Pavilion Grandmaster Killer, knowing that he couldn't run away at all, backhanded a quenching short knife, like lightning, towards Hesheng's abdomen, wanting to force Hesheng back!

However, He Sheng didn't dodge or dodge at all, and directly turned his fist into a palm, and gently slapped it on the side of that quenched short knife!

Then the next scene made the Seven Color Pavilion Grandmaster Killer shocked, unbelievable!

The hundred-year-old quenching short knife was extremely tough, and it was directly smashed by the young people of this small tribe!

With a click, the quenching short knife exploded directly, and then, like a piece of bullet, it flew upside down towards the Grandmaster Killer!

Puff puff!

In an instant, this Seven-Color Pavilion's Grandmaster Killer was directly pierced by the fragments of this quenching short knife, and his body was full of holes!

"You ......"

The Seven Color Pavilion Grandmaster Killer raised his head and pointed at He Sheng, and wanted to say something, but his face quickly turned ice blue, black blood overflowed from his mouth, his head hung down, and his eyes opened wide, as if he couldn't see it!

"Self-inflicted!"

He Sheng glanced at him indifferently, and then strode towards his horse, striding up, chasing in the direction of Maya and the others.

Two first-class killers of the Seven Colors Pavilion and one Grandmaster killer of the Seven Colors Pavilion, even the patriarch of the Zhuoba tribe, Zhuoba Khan, were all killed, but at this time, the entire army was wiped out and died tragically on the spot!

Even, Ha Sheng didn't make a second move!

This scene can only be seen by the wind on the prairie and the horses under Hesheng!

If it spreads, I don't know how many people will be shocked!

……

And on the other side.

The people of the Zhuoba tribe who fled still had a look of happiness on their faces for the rest of their lives.

Dalak was even more happy and excited in his heart, the bastard of Hesheng was finally going to be removed, but when he turned his head to look at Maya, Dalak's face was gloomy again.

I saw Maya sitting on the horse like a walking corpse, rolling teardrops, falling from Maya's pretty face, the beautiful eyes like sapphire in the past, at this time there was a dead silence, that pretty face, pale to the extreme.

The whole person seems to have lost his soul!

"River, River, River......"

Maya kept whispering the name of Hesheng, and her heart was like a knife!

As long as she imagined the tragic death of Ha Sheng, Maya couldn't wait to go with her and replace her!

"Hesheng must die, that's a killer sent by the Hosin tribe!"

And a person from the Zhuoba tribe was talking about it, he was very in awe and worship of Hesheng before, but when he knew that Hesheng had offended the Huoxin tribe, he thought that Hesheng was simply killing himself, and even wished that Hesheng was killed.

And the people of the surrounding Zhuoba tribes, although not all think so, but they also feel that Hesheng must be dead.

The three killers of Fang Cai are really terrifying, like poisonous snakes, and the most terrifying thing is the killer in the lead, even more terrifying and powerful than the patriarch of their Zhuoba tribe, Zhuoba Khan!

Ha Sang, how could he be the opponent of those killers?

And Dalak was relieved and excited in his heart, but on the surface, in order to take care of Maya, he didn't show too much joy, and still said without moving:

"Hesheng must be dead, but I hope that after Hesheng dies, the people of the Eighth Golden Tribe of the Huoxin Tribe will not hold our Zhuoba tribe responsible!"

Speaking of this, Dalak was also a little worried, and secretly scolded Hesheng a few words, that dead ghost, left a big problem for their Zhuoba tribe.

Toot toot!

However, just when everyone thought that Hesheng was dead, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked behind vigilantly, their faces were worried and frightened, afraid that there was a killer from the Hosin tribe, even Darak was a little surprised, those killers of the Seven Color Pavilion, they should leave after killing Hesheng, why are there people coming now?

Could it really be the pursuers of the Hosin tribe?

And Maya sat on the horse like a walking corpse, not caring who was behind at all, not caring about the pursuer at all, just hoping that it was Hesheng, even if she knew in her heart that this possibility was very, very small.

However, as she looked up, Maya froze for a moment, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Kawabu ......"

And Dalak also opened his mouth, his eyes widened, his eyes were full of boundless shock and disbelief, and he lost his voice:

"Ha Sheng?"

The rest of the Zhuoba tribe were also stunned.

Because, with the sound of horses' hooves, what caught their eyes was an impossible figure, Hesheng!

"Ha Sheng!"

After seeing Hesheng, Maya seemed to have a soul, her pretty face was flushed with excitement, and she quickly turned the horse's head to meet the past, and the whole person was like a withered flower, blooming again, beautiful!

And Ha Sheng also looked at Maya with a smile, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Ha Sheng! How could you be okay? What about those Horsin killers? ”

Darak saw that there was no one behind Hesheng, and there were no killers from the Seven Colors Pavilion, and immediately looked at Hesheng with doubts and puzzlement.

Could it be that Ha Sheng got rid of those killers of the Seven Colors Pavilion?

Thinking of this, Darak's face was gloomy to the extreme, those guys from the Seven Colors Pavilion received him five hundred gold talers, and even failed to assassinate him, what a bunch of waste.

It's just that, immediately after, Hesheng's words made Darak stupid, and Maya and other people from the Zhuoba tribe were all stupid!

"I've already killed them, so I'm back!"

What!

Kill them???

That's a Grandmaster Killer and two first-class killers!