They couldn't understand why Huang Laoxie, whose strength was comparable to that of a master on the Dragon List, suddenly fell to the ground after the short old man uttered a word.
What the hell is going on?
In fact, not only them, but also Huang Laoxie himself felt incredible.
When he sensed the dangerous aura just now, he was ready to take action, but suddenly, he found that he felt as if he had been hit by a car, his head was extremely dizzy, and he fell to the ground before he understood what was going on.
So weird!
At the same time, Huang Laoxie also realized that the short old man from the Wushen Sect in front of him had unfathomable strength.
"Let's go?" the short old man sneered, "These are all my people, where can he go?"
"Even if he can get out of this room, there are still dozens of people outside."
"So, it's better to stay and die!"
Sun Wu's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
"Humph, no matter what means you have, I will protect the Fifth Master even if I risk my life."
Huang Laoxie snorted coldly and got up from the ground.
The short old man glanced at Huang Laoxie and sneered: "You have been cursed by me. Even if the gods come, they can't save you."
curse?
Huang Laoxie was startled, and quietly activated his inner energy, and his expression suddenly changed.
Because he found that all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained, and he could not exert any inner strength. This showed that he was no different from a useless person now.
It’s over!
Huang Laoxie's heart sank to the bottom of his heart.
The short old man continued to smile and said: "Even if I don't kill you, you will not survive more than a week if you are cursed by me."
outside the door.
When Ye Qiu heard the short old man's words, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
He took another look and found that although the short old man was wearing a black robe, there was a Tai Chi pattern on the chest of the black robe. This was a Taoist robe.
Is this old guy a Taoist priest?
When he thought of Taoist priests cursing, Ye Qiu's eyes suddenly became filled with murderous intent.
"My uncle said before his death that he met a Taoist priest by chance on the street. Taoist priests are disgusted with the art of victory. If my guess is correct, the Taoist priest that my uncle met should be the left envoy of the Wushen Sect in front of me."
Ye Qiu's face was full of murderous intent,
However, he was not in a hurry to take action, because the life and death of Sun Wu and others had nothing to do with him.
in the room.
The short old man looked at Sun Wu and said with a smile: "Are you going to commit suicide, or do you want me to do it?"
"If you commit suicide, there will still be a whole body left."
"If I take action, I will chop you into pieces."
"Choose one yourself!"
Sun Wu gritted his teeth and said: "I have been in the world for so many years. I am not scared. Even if it is a desperate situation, I will not sit still and wait for death."
After saying that, Sun Wu took out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at the short old man's head.
Sun Wu said coldly: "I want to see if you are not even afraid of bullets."
boom!
Sun Wu shot decisively.
The bullets shot at the short old man quickly.
The short old man stood there with a smile on his face. Only when the bullet was about to approach his eyebrows did he reach out a hand and catch the bullet in his palm.
What?
Sun Wu's face was full of shock.
He had only seen this kind of miraculous stunt in movies and TV series before, but he never expected that in real life, someone could actually catch a bullet with his bare hands.
"In the eyes of ants like you, the pistol seems to be a particularly lethal weapon. However, in my eyes, the pistol is just a toy."
The short old man let go of his hand and the bullet fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Huang Laoxie said to Sun Wu in a deep voice: "His skills are better than mine, and he should be ranked in the top five of the Dragon Ranking. For a master like him, it is difficult for ordinary bullets to hurt him."
Sun Wu didn't believe in evil, so he shot the little old man a few more times.
The result is the same.
All the bullets he fired were caught by the short old man.
For a moment, Sun Wu was also desperate.
"Do you have any other tricks? If you have any, feel free to use them. If not, then I will send you on your way." The short old man had a cold smile on his lips, which made people shudder.
Cold sweat rolled down Sun Wu's forehead, and he begged the short old man for mercy: "Can you let me go?"
"As long as you are willing to let me go, everything in the Green Wolf Gang will belong to your Witch God Cult from now on."
"I can also give you my savings and property."
"If you need me, I can make cows and horses for you..."
Click!
Sun Wu's voice stopped suddenly.
His throat was grabbed by the short old man.
"I don't like things from living people, I prefer things from dead people, so you'd better go die!"
After the short old man said this, he banged his head against the wall.
puff--
Blood bursts out.
Sun Wu died on the spot and died without closing his eyes.
The short old man casually picked up a machete from the ground and struck it several times at Sun Wu's body. The originally complete body was chopped into more than a dozen pieces in a matter of seconds.
Blood and entrails were everywhere.
The disciples of the Witch God Sect turned a blind eye and showed no signs of movement on their faces. It seemed that they had become accustomed to this scene.
As for the remaining Qinglang Gang disciples in the room, they fainted on the spot when they saw this scene.
Yu Yu's eyes were frightened and his body was trembling.
He was also afraid.
"Fifth Master!" Huang Laoxie couldn't bear to see Sun Wu's miserable condition and closed his eyes.
The short old man smiled and asked Huang Laoxie: "What about you, do you want to do it yourself, or do I need to do it?"
"Either way, it's death, it doesn't matter." Huang Laoxie was already prepared to die.
"It's different." The short old man said, "You can do it yourself and it will be neat and tidy."
"If I take action, your end will be even worse than Sun Wu's."
"Of course, you can also ask your apprentice to do it."
The short old man threw the machete in front of Yu Yu's face and said, "Our Witch God Cult always welcomes people who are ruthless and do not recognize their relatives."
"As long as you kill your master, I will be lenient and not only spare your life, but also let you join the Witch God Cult."
"Let's do it!"
When Huang Laoxie heard that Yu Yu didn't have to die, he immediately said: "Yu Yu, kill me quickly, and you can live well."
"Master, you have been so kind to me, how could I kill you just to survive? If I did it at such a time of such rebellion, would I still be a human being?"
"The worst we can do is die together today, and we will be masters and apprentices again in eighteen years."
Yu Yu looked at the short old man and said angrily: "Your Witch God Cult has lost all conscience and will perish sooner or later, and you will die without a burial place."
"Since you are unwilling to kill your master, then I will kill you and let your master taste the pain of losing his disciple before he dies."
The short old man stepped towards Yu Yu.
At this moment, an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded at the door: "You want to kill someone, have you asked me for my opinion?"
