After a few more rounds, Old Xing retreated step by step.

Tang Luo seized the opportunity and smashed it down again with a violent punch. Old Xing's chest was sunken and he flew backwards in an instant, and the long sword in his hand flew out of his hand and flew into the air.

"Old Xing..."

Several other strong men shouted a few steps away.

They wanted to help, but the people in front of them were really terrifying, especially a few of them rushed towards Tang Yuanli and the others.

But Tang Yuanli and the others did not intend to move at all. They raised their hands and drove the other people away without any effort.

Looking at Lao Xing who was lying on the ground, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face quickly turned pale.

It's so fucking incredible!

He and the burly man have calmed down many conflicts for Qingyang Sect, and have rarely lost results in decades!

But now, not only is he defeated, but he is still so embarrassed!

Old Xing looked at the wound on his chest, frowned, and a huge wave broke out in his heart.

How could this... be stopped?

But even so, he gritted his teeth and slowly stood up...
Chapter completed!