The mysterious man roared, and the dragon-slaying seal in his hand was broken into several pieces. He then slumped down on the roof and watched unwillingly as the body of the last corpse collapsed.

Shui Xiaoliu, covered in blood, stopped and stood, looked up to the sky and laughed, shouting to the mysterious man lying on the roof: "Shan Tai, don't worry about me, go and see the high priest in peace!"

After saying that, he suddenly stood up from the ground, jumped into the air, waved his fly whisk and headed straight towards the mysterious man.

The mysterious man roared, as if he was complaining about the injustice of God, or shouting out the anger of his past.

But Shui Xiaoliu, who was furious, forgot that there was another person behind him and jumped behind him.

Shui Xiaoliu turned his head hurriedly, perhaps not expecting that the man suddenly rushed towards him.

He turned around quickly and raised his whisk to resist.

The man hit the fly whisk with his palm, and Shui Xiaoliu took two steps back hastily. Just as he was about to make a move, he was hit by another kick. Shui Xiaoliu shook his head, and it was obvious that he was hit in the vital part by the blow.

"Senior, are you okay?" At this time, Lao Daoer was half-kneeling on the ground, almost dying.

"I'm about to die!" Old Taoist said to me with difficulty, covering his chest.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll take you away!"
Chapter completed!