This frightened the few men and women in white waiting outside.
They looked at each other, their backs already soaked with cold sweat, and the cold wind in the middle of the night blew them cold from head to toe.
"Didn't you tell the Altar Master that the Qinghe Association is just a small gang from the outer city?"
A woman in white shuddered and said with difficulty, "The result is such a low-level gang, and there is such a terrifying master hidden in it?"
"Don't ask me, I don't know either." The man who had reported to Master Ding before was also shocked, his eyes full of anxiety and fear.
"Should we go in and help?"
After a moment of silence, he asked with a trembling voice.
"Help?" The last person to speak was a chubby middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy landlord.
He smiled and said, "Old Fang, I know you want to be the incense master, and you are almost going crazy thinking about it.
But you must never forget that if you are a good incense master, you must be destined to be one."
"Just listening to the noise inside, do you think that when we go in, are we going to help the altar owner, or are we going to deliver food to his old man?"
"Sending food..." Lao Fang gasped and bit his lower lip fiercely to prevent himself from screaming.
He seemed to have remembered something, his face suddenly turned pale, and even the mood to continue talking disappeared, and he subconsciously hid a little deeper into the darkness.
"Don't worry, Altar Master Ding is extremely powerful. If you look at the entire Cangyuan Outer City, maybe the mysterious Mr. Hu can be better than him. The other warriors are just local chickens and dogs, and they will never be Altar
The adversary of the Lord.”
The rich middle-aged man glanced at Lao Fang with disdain, then continued with a half-smile, "You look so scared, you're not as good as those blood pigs we raised.
They have pure minds and everything is fine when they have enough to eat and drink, unlike us, who still have all kinds of thoughts and ideas.
So I advise you to stop thinking about becoming an incense master, otherwise you will be scared to death when you see the altar master eating."
Lao Fang opened his mouth, wanting to say something else.
Suddenly a loud noise came from the courtyard.
Immediately afterwards a big hole was punched out in the stone wall.
A figure roared out of it.
Like a fired cannonball, it hit the rich man's body with a bang.
Crackling!
A dense sound of bone shattering erupted.
The rich man rolled his eyes and vomited a large amount of blood from his mouth. He was pushed by the figure and passed directly through the stone wall on the other side of the alleyway. He was hit hard on the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Gudong!
The woman in white and Lao Fang rolled their throats,
At the same time, swallow a mouthful of saliva.
The two people's reactions were completely different.
One looked in the direction where the rich man disappeared.
The other one looked towards the courtyard with trepidation.
There was deathly silence in both places.
Lao Fang and the woman in white looked at each other, each took their weapons in their hands, and walked slowly towards the courtyard together.
Although the instinct of fear keeps reminding them to hurry up and leave this damn place, it is easy to leave now. If Lord Ding blames him later...
This is a question that I cannot and dare not think about.
Wow!
They had just passed through a large section of the collapsed courtyard wall when they heard movement coming from the ruins not far away.
The next moment.
The tangy smell of blood hit my face.
Before the two of them could react, a tall, twisted figure stood in front of them.
"Altar, Altar Master..."
The woman stammered.
His eyes fell between the chest and abdomen of the tall figure.
There, a huge gap appeared.
The flesh and blood were blurred and stuck together, and blood was still flowing downwards.
You can even faintly see the squirming organs inside.
"After suffering such serious injuries, he is still alive. This must be such a strong vitality."
Lao Fang subconsciously took a step back, and suddenly a more terrifying thought came to his mind.
To be able to seriously injure Lord Ding, how terrifying is the figure that broke through the wall just now?
Gulu gulu...
Lao Fang was in a daze because he was extremely shocked.
The sudden sound of sucking and swallowing woke him up from his daze.
Altar Master Ding held the woman in white's shoulders.
He held her tightly in his arms.
At first glance, it looks like a couple reunited after a long separation, embracing each other passionately.
However, a grunting sound came from the connection between their bodies.
The woman's legs kept digging at the ground, as if she was struggling desperately.
Lao Fang turned his eyes subconsciously and couldn't help but be stunned. His legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground.
Where is the head?
Where is her head?
Where did her head go?
Only the body below the shoulders was left, and he no longer even struggled, just leaning on the chest of Lord Ding.
Still getting closer a little bit, inserting deeper.
Suddenly, Lao Fang remembered what the rich man said to him just now. Next.
boom!
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly rose.
The big hand that was grabbing Lao Fang suddenly changed its direction and slashed diagonally upward.
At the same time, there was also an indistinct ventriloquism.
"You're not dead yet!?"
"If I don't kill you, how can I die?"
Boom!
The broken and twisted body of Lord Ding was pushed backwards.
It broke the collapsed beams and fell deep into the ruins.
Wow!
But just a moment later, the two figures jumped up from the mess and collided and fought together again.
Blood was pouring out from Wei Tao's mouth and nose, and heat was steaming all over his body.
Every breath is filled with a rich fishy and sweet taste.
His punches were as tight as punches, constantly bombarding his opponent's defense.
Ding Tanzhu's chest and abdomen were ulcerated and swollen, and his hands were like snake coils, hitting Wei Tao's fists time and time again at all costs.
Click!
After taking a few breaths, Wei Tao gathered strength, suddenly rose up, and dropped his fists in succession.
Altar Master Ding also became furious, with a large amount of blood suddenly gushing out from his mouth and nose. The muscles of his arms were as black as iron, but they were bent and twisted like snakes. Two dragons on the left and right grabbed the beads and thrust them into Wei Tao's head at the same time.
Snap!
There was a sudden crisp sound.
Wei Tao's forward punches unexpectedly changed direction midway without any warning.
The violent flipping change caused his skin and fascia to tear, and a bright red blood mist burst out.
Click!
Before the twisting attack like a giant green and black python came, Wei Tao misplaced his hands and twisted them backwards, grabbing and entangled the two arms of Lord Ding.
The four arms intertwined, and there was a continuous sound of tearing and explosion.
Red thread fist, string hammer!
"You dare to compete with me in the strangulation killing move!?" Altar Master Ding had a ferocious smile on his face, and suddenly strangled with all his strength.
But the next moment.
But his expression suddenly changed.
His eyes were full of surprise and horror.
After repeatedly twisting and twisting, Altar Ding felt as if there was a hot and boiling whirlpool in the opponent's palm, which was holding down his body and burning and twisting.
In an instant, the skin, muscles, fascia, and bones of both arms first ached and then became numb, and even the bulging Qi and blood surged backwards, almost out of control.
"you……"
As if he had been struck by lightning, the deepest chill rose from the bottom of his heart and enveloped his whole body in an instant.
Click click click!
A heartbreaking pain came from his shoulder.
His eyes were about to burst, and he could vaguely see Wei Tao tearing something from his body and throwing something away.
At the same time, he was retreating quickly.
Altar Master Ding's eyes seemed to be burning with crazy flames, and the bloody wound between his chest and abdomen suddenly bulged into a big bag.
Then he didn't care about his injuries at all, he opened his mouth suddenly, and a bloody arrow flew out.
"Protective hammer!"
Wei Tao shouted again, crossing his arms in front of him.
Chi!
There was a hot feeling, and two arms instantly had transparent holes in the front and back.
Then there was a flash of blood in front of his eyes, grazing his shoulder and disappearing into the depths of the pitch-black night.
Bang!
Wei Tao fell to the ground and rolled over.
I couldn't even climb up several times.
I could only adjust my breathing by leaning half against a broken wall.
Altar Master Ding spurted out a blood arrow, and his whole body's energy and spirit quickly withered.
He stared intently at Wei Tao, who was breathing heavily not far away. His eyes slowly moved down and he saw his two arms that had fallen to the ground.
His eyes were full of unwillingness, disbelief, and pain.
"You..." Ding Tan advocated and opened his mouth.
Whoosh!
An iron nail came and hit him between the eyebrows.