The wind roared like a wild beast, and a dazzling lightning flashed down from the sky.
Suddenly there was a rumble, and the sound of thunder was like the sound of an eternal torrent, making people's eardrums tremble.
The entire mountain top was shrouded in dark clouds, and the sky was dark, as if the end of the world was coming.
As the first raindrop fell to the ground, in the blink of an eye it was pouring heavily, and white rain and mist appeared on the top of the mountain.
We were in the rain and fog, with heavy rain hitting our bodies and splashing water, but no one was moving at all.
While the red robes were surging, Pili Jiu Ren Zhan suddenly shouted: "Old Ghost of Netherworld, since you are here today, then you and I will join hands to chop off the head of this boy named Tang, and then we will discuss it later.
how?"
The ghost old ghost had put away the big smoking pole. Because the rain was too heavy, he could no longer smoke. He nodded and said: "This is the best, but there is one thing. This Tang boy's head is already worth two
100 million!"
"So when we take action later, everyone must pay attention. I can leave the others alone, but after cutting off this kid's head, I must keep it well and must not destroy it. Do you understand?"
The Nine Pili Killers sneered in unison: "That's natural. We are here just for this kid's head. Don't worry, if you chop off his head, we will definitely worship it properly!"
Tang Feng smiled, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Old ghost Netherworld, haven't you noticed something until now?"
Although his voice was not loud, it was like a sonorous and powerful voice that penetrated through the heavy rain and fog and reached people's hearts.
The old ghost in the netherworld immediately asked: "Did you find something? What did you find?"
Tang Feng said in a deep voice: "Look carefully at my mouth and the cigarette hanging from my mouth."
Pili Jiurenzhan sneered: "It's really a big joke. We are only interested in your head. It's okay. Let's see what you do with the cigarette hanging from your mouth!"
The ghost old ghost originally wanted to sneer, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw that despite the heavy rain pouring down, the cigarette on Tang Feng's mouth had not been extinguished at all.
Tang Feng was even able to breathe clouds and mist in the majestic rain.
At first, the old Nether Ghost didn't react, but the next moment, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes bulged, and he was extremely horrified.
"How is this possible, how is this possible, you kid actually, actually..." The old ghost of Netherworld was so horrified that he couldn't even speak.
Seeing him like this, the Pili Nine Man Slayer couldn't help but ask: "What's going on, old ghost, did you discover something?"
The Netherworld Old Ghost's body was already trembling. He pointed at Tang Feng and said tremblingly: "This boy, this boy Tang has actually broken through to become a Huajin Grandmaster, and he is still a profound Huajin Grandmaster!"
Pili Jiu Ren Zhan was suddenly startled and said in horror: "Old ghost, what are you talking about? This guy is a master of advanced and profound power? Don't scare us. How did you know that?"
The old ghost in the nether world trembled: "Didn't you see the cigarette hanging from his mouth? The rain was so heavy, but it didn't put out the cigarette butt. Why?"
The Nine Thunderbolts shouted and asked: "Why?"
The ghost old ghost said feebly: "That's because he is a master of Huajin, and his energy energy separated from the body and completely wrapped the cigarette butt, so it was not extinguished by the rain."
After saying this, he fell from the tree. His originally bright eyes had dimmed, and his hands holding the judge's pen were trembling.
The Nine Thunderbolts fell silent, and after a long time they gritted their teeth and said, "Master Huajin, it is said that you have to reach at least the third level of Huajin to be able to separate your energy from the body. Is this kid so strong?"
Plop...
Without any warning, the old ghost Netherworld knelt down on the spot, right in front of Tang Feng.
When the more than two hundred assassins present saw this scene, they were shocked and speechless.
This is a top-ranked veteran killer in China's dark killer world, and he kneels down without even meeting him!
The old ghost in the netherworld gritted his teeth and said: "Master Tang, I am blind and can't see Mount Tai. You, sir, have a lot. Please let me live."
Tang Feng was indifferent and shouted in a deep voice: "Not only do you want my head, you also want the lives of several of my brothers. Old man, do you think I have a reason to let you live?"
The old ghost in the nether world was silent for a while, then said: "Are you serious about not giving me a way to survive?"
Tang Feng sneered: "You are considered a figure in the world. If you kill yourself, I can consider leaving your body intact!"
Pili Jiu Zhan shouted angrily: "Damn it, even if he is a master of Huajin, there are so many of us here, so we may not lose. Let's all join in!"
"Kill!" There was a roar, like thunder, like the roar of a beast in the mountains, and black figures rose from the ground and rushed towards the five people.
Tang Feng shouted coldly: "Leave the old ghost and these nine people to me, and leave the other little flies to you!"
"No problem, brother, damn him, these little bastards also want to fish in troubled waters, look at my mace!" Zhan Kuang roared, and in an instant, like a tiger descending from the mountain, he rushed towards the crowd.
The rest, Chen Haoran, Xu Yao and Black Rose, were also swooping around and fighting.
The old ghost in the netherworld roared: "Ten of us join forces, even if you are the master of Huajin, it will not be easy to defeat us!" After his words fell, people rushed towards him, and the judge's pen in his hand pointed at Tang Feng's vital points.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!" Tang Feng used his dragon claw hand to face him head-on.
"It's just in time. My judge's pen is made of pure gold. Even with your fleshy palms, you can't even imagine..."
The old ghost was secretly happy, but the next moment, he was speechless, and he would never be able to speak again in his life.
Tang Feng stretched out his right paw and grabbed the opponent's judge's pen. With just a squeeze, the judge's pen was in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the judge's pen passed through the opponent's throat.
The old ghost of the netherworld fell down directly, fell into a pool of blood, and died on his own weapon.
"Death!" The Nine Thunderbolts were not slow at killing them, and they chopped them off with nine broad scarlet knives.
"Dragon Fist!" Tang Feng shouted angrily, and a golden light surged out in the dark night, hitting nine scarlet machetes.
There was just a rumble, and I don't know if it was thunder or the sound of a violent impact. All nine of the Thunderbolts flew out and fell to the ground, the concrete, and the cliff.
Without exception, all nine people died when they landed!
For a moment, the entire hillside was filled with blood and blood, and there were roars of murder. In the blink of an eye, the originally lush green grass turned into a river of blood. The blood mixed with the rain, and finally turned into a flood, rolling into the valley below.
This battle was like this heavy rain. It came and went quickly. Within half a quarter of an hour, the rain gradually subsided and the hillside calmed down.
"Let's go, get in the car, and go back to the imperial capital!"
Tang Feng waved his hand and got into the car first. The others gasped and quickly got into the car. The two jeeps roared away through the blood on the ground.