Mr. Tang shivered. The sword had reached its front. He stretched out the hand that used a hidden weapon and grabbed the sword body tightly. The sword actually passed through his arm and cut into his chest.

A stream of blood flowed out.

The nineteen, who had been prepared, quickly flashed to the side, preventing the blood from getting stuck.

Mr. Tang covered his wound, coughed twice, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that he would die under the other party's sword.

Looking at the nineteen with some resentment and unwilling eyes.

Watching his son die under another sword, the grief of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man makes Tang Erye crazy,

He was furious, slapped his palm and jumped out. In the blink of an eye, he had reached the front of the nineteenth body, and slapped the nineteenth chest with a palm with a huge anger.

Nineteen twisted his body and stabbed him back.

Mr. Tang used hidden weapons for many years, and he used a black gold glove on his hand. He held the sword hand with his palm, and saw sparks squeaking and sparks splashing everywhere.

The effort put under these pairs of iron palms is incomparable to Mr. Tang.

I felt that my sword no longer belonged to me, and it was heavy and I could hardly hold my hands.

Unexpectedly, the old guy was so terrified that he had to stab his sword. If he couldn't hit it, it would be useless to collect the sword. In a dilemma, the old guy stepped in and slapped his palm lightly on the chest.

Nineteenth abdomen was shrinking back and his body kept retreating, but the fleshy palm was so tight that it could not be shaken off.

"Bang."

The sound of a broken rib sounded.

Nineteen was bombed out like a cannonball, falling to the wall, spitting out blood from his mouth, covering his chest, trying to go forward and fight desperately, but he was unable to do so.

On the other side, Donnie defeated the other party and herself was seriously injured.

In this way, except for Zhang Chong, who made people and animals harmless, Tang Ni's side could no longer compete with Tang Erye.

As for Zhang Chong, who had been hiding behind the nineteenth butt, Tang Erye didn't take him seriously. This guy didn't seem to be as thin as two liang. If he did anything else, would he fight? I'm afraid he couldn't get a punch from himself.

If the grass is cut without eradicating the roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

Mr. Tang's heavy steps stood in the field and approached the three of them step by step.

Seeing that it had arrived in front of Tangni, she raised her hand and was about to use a hidden weapon again.

Now Tangni is already a meat on the felt board and can be slaughtered.

She looked at Zhang Chong and shouted loudly: "Zhang Chong save me."

It was almost time for him to say that Zhang Chong had already arrived behind Mr. Tang and slapped him with a palm.

Zhang Chong was very afraid of the Tang Sect hidden weapon and did not want to fight against the other side head-on.

I felt a vortex squeezed by a palm wind on my back. Master Tang did not dare to respond. He avoided it with his body. The palm wind passed through his chest, causing a cold wind.

The force is so strong and the strong wind is clearly a skill that can cultivate both the inside and the outside. When Tang Erzhong Ye looked closely, he saw that it was the boy with a naked upper body.

"Boy, I didn't realize that you still have some trouble, but just by using this little trick, I want to cause trouble for me, that's asking for death."

Mr. Tang, who was attacked by someone, stared at Zhang Chong angrily and suggested to be on guard.

Zhang Chong didn't expect that the old man would avoid his killing attack, so he could not get the lead. Zhang Chong did not give the other party any chance to breathe, and Meng Duanhanyan kicked the other party.

The endless offensive is like a tiger.

Mr. Tang was in the endless shadows of his legs, and a stream of cold air shrouded over him.

Mr. Tang was kicked in the chest and took a few steps back.

In recent years, Mr. Tang has cultivated both inside and outside, and his cultivation has reached the realm of transformation. Unexpectedly, he was beaten to the point of being beaten by a young New Year of seventeen or eighteen years old.

In anger, he raised his hand and a stream of black smoke sprinkled over.

I saw the black smoke flying over.

Zhang Chong was anxious.

I just took off my coat, so it was impossible to take off my pants now. Besides, Donnie is here, it is a surprise.

Zhang Chong signaled with a thumbs up that the nineteenth classmate can take off his clothes now. After the nineteenth classmate understood the meaning, he would act like a shy little girl. You are not afraid to look up at Zhang Chong.

Zhang Chong was extremely depressed. Even if he kept his breath, he would not be able to let the black smoke touch him. The anxious man caught a man from the ground and blocked him.

The black smoke hit the man.

"ah."

A scream rang out.

Mr. Tang looked closely and saw that the injured person was his grandson. He burst into tears and his face was extremely distorted, "Boy, I want to kill you."

Mr. Tang, who lost his son first and then his grandson, is the last one. Such a blow is undoubtedly the most terrifying for an old man. Mr. Tang frequently waved his hands forward.

Locusts, poisonous ants, and iron projectiles were thrown at Zhang Chong one after another.

Your aunt, you want to bury Ben Shao. Zhang Chong was extremely depressed. This old man was extremely slippery, always shy, and was acting like a scoundrel.

Zhang Chong ran away, but the small room could not hide from the hidden weapon behind him anywhere.

"Next." Donnie threw a cloth bag to Zhang Chong.

Zhang Chong took it, weighed it, and felt as if nothing was left, so he waved the bag casually.

Unexpectedly, it blocked the poisonous smoke.

As for other iron tools, Zhang Chong was simply negligible, and his hands popped out one after another.

Whoosh.

The energy is erect and magnificent.

An iron tool fell to the ground.

The crazy Mr. Tang was foggy with his hands, and there was already a cloud of clouds and mountains in front of Zhang Chong.

After turning the bag a few times, a whirlwind sucked the smoke in.

The smoke was sucked away in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Chong came to Mr. Tang again and slapped him at the skull.

Mr. Tang quickly retreated.

Zhang Chong was angry by the old guy, so he couldn't let it go. He kicked the old guy in the chest with one leg.

Bang.

Mr. Tang hit the wall, his abdomen bent down like a shrimp, and his lungs spit out.

Zhang Chong waved to Tangni and signaled that the rest would be handed over to her.

Tang Ni, with a complicated expression, got up from the ground and walked to Mr. Tang.

Mr. Tang was so scared that he stepped back, curled up in a corner, trembling: "No, Nizi, I am your second grandfather."

"Second Grandpa?" Tang Ni said sarcastically: "Now that he is weak, he knows that he is my second grandpa. Have you ever thought about my feelings just now?"

"Nizi, grandpa was just blinded by lard and thought about it. If you have a lot of it, don't be angry." Mr. Tang lost his children and grandchildren one after another. Under the blow, the painful tears flowed out of his eyes showed a look of horror.

"It's too late." Tang Ni threw away her sympathy and reminded herself that the bad guy in front of her who designed to kill her grandfather was not allowed to show mercy. She took out a dagger and stabbed it into Mr. Tang's chest.

Thrill, a stream of blood ejaculated.

Tangni, who had killed someone, threw the knife to the ground and walked to her grandfather.

At this time, Old Master Tang was not breathing.

"Can Zhang Chong save grandpa?" Donnie pulled Zhang Chong's sleeve and begged.

"Sorry, Tangni, grandpa is dead." Zhang Chong patted Tangni's back to show comfort.

Since she met Donnie, she has always been optimistic and suddenly lost her loved ones and collapsed.

Tangni suddenly hugged Zhang Chong and started crying heart-wrenchingly.

Zhang Chong shook his eyes at Shijiu and signaled him to tidy up the house.

The nineteenth classmate was speechless. This new boss and the boss were so sweet and soft that he asked his younger brother to do odd jobs. It was not interesting enough.

After cleaning the house, Shijiu left quietly.

Tang Ni couldn't get up in Zhang Chong's arms. She lost her grandfather and felt insecure. In addition, the remaining power of her second grandfather was unable to be eradicated. She didn't know who she should believe. At this time, Zhang Chong was her only life-saving straw.

Although the little girl's skin is not fair, the size of her chest is not something that she can have at this age.

"Okay, get up, and you have to deal with grandpa's funeral!" Zhang Chong patted her on the back.

Tangni slowly raised her eyes, hugged Zhang Chong's waist tightly, and pressed her face on it and murmured, "Hug it for a while."

Zhang Chong shook his head. Tangni, who had always been independent and free, became like a lonely and helpless child, who was greedy for a little bit of tenderness.

After about ten minutes, Tangni's mood stabilized and she broke free from Zhang Chong's arms.

The Tang family's forces are mixed. Old Master Tang is dead and second Master Tang is dead. It is natural that Tang Ni's father takes over as the head of the sect.

Zhang Chong did not want to get involved in this kind of storm and said goodbye to Tangni.
To be continued...