It is already a big deal that someone dares to stir up trouble on the Sun Yao Pavilion, but it is even more unimaginable that Han Song, the deputy master of the Sun Yao Pavilion, was crippled by someone.

"Brother, he... who is he?" Brother Kuo Jian woke up, took Xiao Ting's arm, and asked blankly.

Xiao Ting glanced at him and said with a smile, "Who are they? He is indeed someone who can help you."

"Everyone, come together and kill him!" Has Sun Yao Pavilion ever lost such a big person? I don't know who shouted loudly, and a group of monks from Sun Yao Pavilion rushed towards Qin Dong at the same time.

These monks of Sun Yao Pavilion are not fools. Qin Dong defeated Han Song with one palm. What kind of magical power is this? Facing such a powerful enemy, how dare they not try their best? More than a dozen monks of Sun Yao Pavilion let go and attacked.

, I dare not say it was earth-shattering, but the momentum was also extremely frightening. A dozen people, dozens of attack waves, bloomed at the same time. At first glance, it looked like a howitzer, full of murderous intent in the beauty.[

Such a large-scale attack immediately triggered an exclamation at the scene. Some casual cultivators who wanted to get closer to watch the excitement were unexpectedly hit, and screamed repeatedly.

The behavior of Riyao Pavilion has always been like this, never caring about the life and death of others. Despite the screams around him, the offensive of more than a dozen people did not change at all. Qin Dong's impression of Riyao Pavilion was already very bad, and now it was even worse

His eyes were flashing with cold electricity. His figure was like a ghost, inserted directly into the attack storm.

Like this, in the eyes of everyone, it is like seeking death.

But before everyone could recover from the shock, a dozen Sun Yao Pavilion monks attacked together and quietly turned into clouds of smoke.

"Since you don't want to leave, then you can all stay!" Qin Dong suddenly burst out with an angry shout, raised his palms to the sky, and the two wild dragons of gold and silver circled and danced, and more than a dozen Sun Yao Pavilion members

The monks were immediately destroyed.

Accompanied by bursts of screams and wails, each of the dozens of Sun Yao Pavilion monks turned into a rain of blood.

"Ah!!" Han Song was filled with hatred. He wanted to see how Qin Dong died, but he didn't expect that what he saw in the end was such a scene. His face was as pale as paper in shock, and he exclaimed.

If Han Song hadn't uttered this exclamation, Qin Dong might have forgotten about him. When he shouted, Qin Dong didn't even look back and directly waved him off to Jiuquan.

These masters of the Sun Yao Pavilion were all carefully selected by Sun Yao and were ready to help the Hunting Saint hunt the Dragon Turtle. They deserved to be the masters of the Sun Yao Pavilion. But now, all of them were killed by Qin Dong after Han Song.

Even the powerful Sun Yao Pavilion could not withstand such a blow.

But now everyone has been shocked by Qin Dong's advanced cultivation and ruthless methods, and they have not thought about it at all.

The originally bustling crowd suddenly fell silent with the end of Han Song's life. Hundreds of people gathered around, but not even a sound could be made. The atmosphere was a bit strange.

"Fourth brother, it seems that our feud with Sun Yao Pavilion is finally over!" Hu Li said with a smile.

First, he deposed Richen, the only son of Riyao Pavilion, and then killed Gu Lixi, the elder of Riyao Pavilion. Now, even Han Song, the deputy master of Riyao Pavilion, died in the hands of Qin Dong. It’s no wonder that this hatred is not serious.
Chapter completed!