Let Go Of That Primordial Man Chapter 803: Who else

'Dangdang Dang', such a dense iron-clad sound continued to sound.

This is Master Niu, waving his mace in his hand with all his strength, and the short hammer controlled by Tang Yang.

After going on consecutively, I don’t know how many times after slamming.

The alloy mace in Master Niu's hands has been severely deformed and twisted; basically, this weapon, barely known as a hand, was completely abolished after the war.

Fortunately, the time that Tang Yang real people can stick with is far less than the time for a complete payment of mace.

After another brutal struggle with Master Niu, the real element in Tang Yang’s real body was a bit uncomfortable for a while.

Then, the short hammer controlled by Tang Yang’s real person can no longer be held; in an instant, Master Niu, the wild brute force smashed and flew far away...

Next, Mr. Niu was overjoyed.

First, he threw his hands away from the already transformed mace; then he used an unusually skillful "close-fitting" in an octagonal punch to hit the opponent's arms.

At this time, the fight between the two results and there is no longer any suspense.

Cultivators of the human race, in Jindan and Zhenyuan in the body, do not leave any effort when practicing, natural chiseling is extremely powerful.

But on its own, there are very few special practices.

Master Niu flew Tang Yang’s real weapon and hit the empty door opened by the other side, and the two sides entered a close combat.

If at this time, Master Niu could not easily solve the other party.

It’s better to find a crooked neck tree that has closed your eyes for so many years of practicing martial arts, and hang yourself on it.

After being close to the body, with the addition of Mr. Niu's punches and feet, poor Tang Yang did not even have room to fight back.

It can only be like a helpless little widow. Under the violence of a big-bodied round thug, besides desperately struggling, it has no meaning for the balance.

Finally, after Master Niu's merchandise, a cruel and brutal knee hit.

Tang Yang, a real person who has become sparse between his legs, fell to the ground with his legs in between; his whole body twitched painfully.

Even the screams have reached the point of being unable to come out bleak.

Looking at this tall and real person, now that pitiful little figure, even in the mind of Master Niu, there is a trace of inexplicable mourning in his heart.

It is also the Black Tiger Gate, after the last real person was put down.

Let the other disciples of the Black Tigers lose their last will to fight in an instant.

I don’t know who greeted him in the mouth. The rest of the crowd scattered, fleeing frantically from this valley, frightening them from the valley.

A lot of old goods from the Zixiao School have arrived at this time.

It can be said that there is no one with any serious injuries.

However, even if this is the case, this group of crazy old goods still have all kinds of vulgar abuses in their mouths; and, without hesitation, they chase them up.

In the end, out of the hundred and ten people at the Black Tiger Gate, fewer than twenty people managed to escape.

All that was left was lying in the valley, or had already passed out, or could only lie there, and weeping in the mouth...

"Okay, don't chase it anymore." Master Niu shouted.

He is facing the shouts of the six generations of Meng Dashan, the few who still have little meaning, intending to chase out the old goods of the valley.

After hearing the call of Master Niu, Zixiao sent a dozen old goods.

So unwilling and reluctant, he walked back slowly with a limp; as for other old goods, he was lying on the ground because he was too injured in the battle.

But even so, these old goods are still fierce...

He lit a familiar little chrysanthemum cigarette, but Master Niu just took a sip.

Suddenly, I felt sore from all over my body; but at the moment, the mood of this product was in an extremely beautiful state.

He knows that with so many people watching this time, he won such a glorious battle; he finally made a name for the Zixiao faction.

In the future, there will definitely be forces that come to the door to find fault because of huge benefits.

However, there is no such thing as the Black Tiger Gate, this small fish-like force, dare to come to the door, in front of his old master, I don’t know what to do.

Similarly, Master Niu knows that this matter is not over yet.

Half a cigarette in his mouth, and this one picked up the cigarette again, which was already a badly deformed mace.

To the surroundings, that was already a silent crowd shocked by the fierce fighting, shocked; Master Niu will be full of wounds and blood stained body, standing upright and straight.

Next, the goods roared wildly:

"Who else wants to hit Laozi's teahouse? You can stand up now. As long as you can kill Laozi, the Zixiaopai teahouse is yours."

"But if I can't die, I will kill you today; I will ask you, who else..."

Among the onlookers on the scene, there are so many people who have a little thought in mind about this lucrative teahouse of Zixiao School!

They even know very well that ~IndoMTL.com~ after defeating the Black Tiger Gate, it is now the time for these people from the Zixiao School to be the weakest; it is also their best time to shoot.

The problem is that although they are well aware of this, no one intends to do it.

Even if the frantic clamor of Netherworld fell in their ears, it was extremely piercing; for this, no one planned to step forward, these lunatics played a fight.

The scene just born is deeply reflected in the hearts of all the people present.

Even if they are reluctant to admit it, in fact, these fierce bald old men, the kind of life-fighting fighting method, do not know how many people are scared.

Especially the scene of the ensuing scene fell on their eyes:

A group of **** old men did not deal with their injuries in time, but were set against the wounded moaning at the black tiger gate.

Under the guidance of the kid named Ghost, a long wolf-like howling sound came out.

After seeing such a scene, the last point in their hearts that they planned to do is also in such a long roar, completely disappearing...

In other words, as long as they reach the realm of gods and men, they already have a long life span.

Under such circumstances, the days may be harder, and the degree of cultivation may be slower.

But anyway, it’s better to die with these lunatics. These crazy old goods seem to care less about their own lives.

That's not to mention, they will be merciful to their precious lives.

At a time, thousands of gods and real people, in the thirties of the blood-swept old goods, were silent in their clamor and became the best background board.

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