"Why are you killing us!" Black Widow sat paralyzed on the cold ground, shrinking back. Her face, which was originally beautiful and could be called monster, exuding infinite magic power, now turned pale.
Blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. He Laoer's slap just now had seriously injured her.
"Hehe! We didn't want to either, but we brothers can't help it now!" Boss He smiled sinisterly, with a cruel smile on his fat face.
"You...you...you can't kill me. I am the sect leader's confidant. If I die, you won't be able to survive." Black Widow said tremblingly, the fear in her eyes getting stronger.
"Oh?" He Lao Er and He Lao Er looked at each other, pretending to be afraid and said: "We are so scared. The innate warrior wants to kill us, what should we do? Haha...!"
The fat and thin two cranes burst out laughing. After laughing, they pushed towards the black widow step by step.
"You...really...dare to betray the sect leader?" Black Widow was desperate and couldn't help but move back, but soon, her back hit the cold stone wall behind her.
On this platform halfway up the mountain, she had no way to retreat.
"Hmph, I think you should just accept death! Our two brothers even killed Shiro Shiro and Bai Wuchang. It's obvious that we have betrayed the Demon Sect."
Boss He's words are colder than the cold wind on this snow-capped mountain!
"Hey!" He Laoer shouted softly, and rushed forward like lightning, then thrust his right palm forward like lightning, and grabbed the black widow's forehead with five skinny fingers like chicken feet.
Black Widow was horrified and hurriedly lowered her head. However, she was seriously injured after all and could not avoid He Laoer's fatal grasp.
"laugh!"
He Lao Er's five skinny claws easily grabbed into the black widow's head.
"Hehe! Second brother, you seem to have made some progress with your White Bone Yin Wind Claw!" Boss He's eyes lit up when he saw He Laoer killing the Black Widow with one hand.
"Hmph!" He Laoer pulled out his right hand and saw little red and white stuff remaining on his five fingers. This was a mixture of brains and blood.
"What a pity, such a beauty!" He Laoer squatted down in front of the Black Widow's body, then reached out and wiped the blood from his hands on the Black Widow's clothes.
"Second brother, you have fallen in love with this girl! Master Chu's order is not to leave anyone behind, otherwise hehe...!" A strange smile appeared on Boss He's fat face
"Let's go! It seems that old man Duanmu won't come." He Laoer stood up and was about to turn around and walk down the mountain.
"Hmph! How do you know he doesn't dare to come? He has been watching the show all day." The smile on the fat face of Mr. He disappeared in an instant and became as cold as ice for thousands of years.
He Lao Er's face suddenly changed.
At this moment, a white shadow suddenly appeared from behind a rock ten feet away and rushed down the mountain like lightning.
At this time, the fine snow in the sky stopped without knowing when, and the field of vision became wider. The man's Qinggong was very impressive. In the blink of an eye, he was already a hundred meters away.
"Hurry up and chase!" As soon as He Laoer saw that person, he immediately shouted anxiously and chased after him.
"Canopy!" The snowflakes were flying, and He Laoer was sweeping down the mountain like a strong wind. The cold wind blew across his face, like sharp knives slashing across his face. It was very painful.
He Laoer ran very fast on the snow. Wherever he passed, a strong air current was set off, and the snow on the ground was flying all over the sky.
"Whoosh!" He Laoer, who was running, heard an extremely small sound breaking through the air beside him, and a fat and cystic figure rushed past him, throwing him away in the blink of an eye.
"Damn! The boss is still awesome!" He Laoer stared at the huge figure in front of him that was getting further and further away from him.
Three figures were running wildly on the rugged mountain road, like three whirlwinds, rushing down the mountain. The speed of the three of them was extremely fast.
The two figures in front ran at an even more astonishing speed, and they gradually distanced themselves from the slender figure like a bamboo pole at the end.
Running at the front was an old man with snow-white hair, eyebrows, and beard. Because the old man was wearing white clothes and running so fast on the snow, it was difficult for ordinary people to see him clearly.
"Old man Duanmu, I think you'd better surrender yourself! I will put in a good word for you in front of the master. If the master is thirsty for talents, he will definitely not kill you, and maybe he will reuse you!"
Boss He shouted loudly while chasing after him with all his strength.
"MD, this damn fat man's cultivation is so terrifying. He usually hides it deeply enough." When old man Duanmu heard this, he was even more frightened and wished he could grow a pair of wings on his back.
Boss He was running with all his strength and could still speak loudly, but this level of cultivation was beyond the reach of Old Man Duanmu.
This Boss He is well versed in the art of hiding one's strength and biding one's time. After joining the Demon Sect, he deliberately concealed his strength. In the eyes of others, Boss He's cultivation level and that of his younger brother, He Lao Er, are only between brothers.
He Lao Er's personality is different from He Lao Er's. He Lao Er likes to show off, so others can clearly feel his strength.
However, no one can figure out the cultivation level of Boss He.
Seeing the old man Duanmu in front of him just running away, Boss He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. There was only thirty or forty meters between him and the old man Duanmu in front of him.
Even though they were separated by thirty or forty meters, no matter how hard Boss He tried to catch up, he could not close the distance between them again.
"Ha!" Boss He tried his best to slap the old man Duanmu in front of him.
The vast palm force rushed out like a mountain, rolling up the snow all over the sky, and rushed towards the old man Duanmu like a white snow lang.
"Damn fat guy, stinky fat guy!" Old Man Duanmu cursed secretly in his heart, but he did not dare to speak out, because once he spoke loudly and released the rapid energy in his body, he would be immediately overtaken by Boss He behind him.
By then, his life will be in danger
He Laozi and He Laoer killed the evil masters such as Shiro Shiro and other demon sect masters without blinking an eye.
Especially Boss He, he is a ruthless person who hides his sword in his smile. I can't believe that he won't take his life but still wants to reuse it.
No matter how strong the palm force is, it is difficult to overcome the distance of 30 to 40 meters. The seemingly fierce palm cannot hit the old man Duanmu at all, but the strong wind of the palm blows the old man Duanmu forward.
Floated more than ten meters
In this way, the distance between Mr. He and Mr. Duanmu became more than fifty meters.
When Boss He saw that he was acting like this, instead of slowing down Old Man Duanmu, he actually helped Old Duanmu distance himself from him. He couldn't help but become anxious.
Soon, the three of them rushed to the foot of Nyenchen Tanglha Mountain
He Laoer, who was running at the end, was already two hundred meters away from the two people in front.
"Hey! As long as you rush into the town at the foot of the mountain, you can get rid of those two guys behind." The town at the foot of the mountain was already in sight, and old man Duanmu suddenly became energetic.
However, at this moment, a young man suddenly appeared on the mountain road in front of old man Duanmu.