"When", such a dense iron sound constantly sounded.

This is the cow master, full swing in the hand of the wolf tooth stick, and Tang Yang real control of the short hammer, no flowers and clever constantly hard, the movement.

In a continuous manner, I don't know how many times after the thump.

The alloy wolf tooth rod in the hands of the cow master has been seriously deformed and distorted; basically, this weapon, which is barely known as a hand, is completely destroyed after the war.

Fortunately, the time that Tang Yang real people can persist is far less than the time when the wolf tooth stick is completely reported.

After another hard work with the brute force of the cow, Tang Yangzhen's real life in the body of the real, for a while some help.

Then, the short hammer controlled by Tang Yang's real people can no longer hold; in an instant, he was hit by the bull master, and the wild brute force flew out of the distance...

Then, the happy cow in my heart.

First, a hand was thrown down, and it was already a deformed wolf tooth stick; and then unusually skilled in using a record of eight poles, the usual trick of "sticking close", crashed into each other's arms.

At this time, the two people fought each other, and there was no longer any suspense.

The cultivators of the human race, on the Jindan and the real yuan in the body, do not leave any remaining force when they cultivate, and the natural chid-out is incomparably strong.

But in its own flesh, there is very little special cultivation.

The old man flew the weapon of Tang Yang's real man, and after he entered the empty door opened by the other party, the two sides entered the state of close hand-to-hand combat.

If it comes to this time, the cow can not easily solve each other.

So hard to practice martial arts for many years this goods, it is better to find a crooked neck tree with eye points, one of the will hang themselves, hanging on it.

After being close, in the old man's fist and feet, there was no room for poor Tang Yang to return his hand.

It can only be like a helpless little widow, under the violence of the big waist round thug, except for desperate struggle, it has no meaning to the balance.

Finally, after the carn, a fierce and cruel knee hit.

Feeling between his legs, Tang Yang, who had become rare in an instant, fell on the ground with his legs on the ground; the whole body was painfully convulsed.

Even the screams could not be desolate.

Looking at this high real person, now the poor little appearance, even the cow master's heart, there is a little more inexplicable compassion.

It was also the black tiger door, the last real person who 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 said hello, but the rest of the people scattered, frantically fleeing here, fleeing from this valley that they were extremely afraid.

A lot of old people, this time.

It can be said that there is no one who has no body and no serious injuries.

But even so, these people hit the crazy old goods, their mouths are still, issued all kinds of vulgar invective; and, without hesitation, they chased it.

In the end, fewer than 20 of the 100 people up and down the Black Tiger Gate managed to escape.

All that remains is lying in the valley, either already fainting or just lying there, with a constant sigh of sorrow in your mouth...

******

“All right, don’t follow me anymore.”The old man shouted.

He was a shout to the six-generation leader of Mount Monda, who was still a little interested in chasing the old people in the valley.

After hearing the call of the cow master, the purple suze lantern could also move a dozen old goods.

So reluctant, reluctant, limped slowly back; as for the other old goods, because of the serious wounds in the battle, now lying on the ground.

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

I lit a familiar little chrysanthemum cigarette, and the cow master just took a sip.

Suddenly, it was a feeling that the whole body was sore; but at this moment, the mood of this goods was incomparably beautiful.

He knew that this time, under the onlookers of so many people, he had taken such a brilliant battle; he finally played a little reputation for the Zichen school.

In the future, there will definitely be forces that come to the door to find a stubble because of great interests.

However, it will never be like the black tiger door, this kind of fish-like small force, all dare to come to the door in front of his cow master, do not know the dead and alive.

In the same way, Master Niu knows that this matter is not yet a complete end.

Half a cigarette in his mouth, the goods picked up the one again, which was already a severely deformed wolf tooth stick.

Around him, the silent crowd of shocked ravens were already fierce battles; the oxmaster would be full of wounds and bloodstained bodies, straight and straight.

Then the crazy roar came up:

"Whoever wants to hit the idea of the Laozi Tea House, there is the ability to stand out now; as long as you can kill Lao Tzu, the tea house of the purple supper is yours."

"But if you can't kill the old man, the old man will kill you today; and I will ask you who else..."

Among the onlookers present, for the purple supper this windy tea house, how many people have a little idea in their hearts!

They were even very clear that after they had overcome the Black Tiger Gate, these people were the most vulnerable, and they were the best time to shoot.

The problem is that although they are very clear about this, no one still wants to do it.

Even if the frenzy of the dark is clamoring, it falls on their ears; for this, no one intends to come forward, these crazy people fight one.

The scene that just happened is already deeply reflected, and in the hearts of all the onlookers present.

Even if they are unwilling to admit it, in fact, these fierce-faced bald old goods, the kind of fighting with their lives, do not know how many people are scaring.

In particular, a scene followed, which fell into their eyes:

A group of old people who are bathed in blood do not deal with their injuries in time, but in the eyes of the wounded who groan at the black tiger door.

Under the guidance of the boy called the Dark, a wolf-like whistling sounded.

Seeing such a behind the scenes, the last bit of their intention to do the courage in their hearts, but also in such a long whistling, the complete smoke disappeared...

As long as they have reached the realm of God, they have a long life.

In this case, the days may be more bitter, and the pace of cultivation may be slower.

But in any case, it is better to die with these crazy people, these crazy old goods seem to even their own lives, are not so concerned.

What is more, the precious lives of these people will be merciless.

For a time, thousands of gods and real people, in the 30 dozen old people, they shouted in the sound of silent, become the best background board.