Chapter 2690

"puff!"

Caught off guard, the obese woman was directly pierced through the chest by a pair of red iron palms.

There was an expression of disbelief on her face, and she stared blankly at her chest.

I don't understand at all, why I was recruited by myself.

The red-haired short man raised his eyebrows, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Then he turned his head to look at Xia Tian: "Boy, where did you learn this shape-shifting movement technique? Could it be that you have something to do with Shenxingzong?"

"I've never heard of any ghost-walking sect."

Xia Tian lazily yawned, "Anyway, you old idiot will die soon."

The red-haired short man grinned, his eyes were full of cruelty, he threw the fat woman to the ground like garbage, and said to Xia Tian: "Boy, you don't think you can use the little trick of changing shape, you can do it." escaped with your life?"

President Hua gave the short red-haired man a slightly displeased look: "Hey, you killed my man for no reason, don't you plan to give me an explanation?"

"This kind of waste, if you kill it, you will kill it. What do you want to explain?"

The red-haired short man stared at President Hua coldly, "I killed a lot of people back then, and no one has ever dared to ask me for an explanation."

President Hua said coldly: "I know who you are, but if you dare to touch a single hair of my hair, believe it or not, you will be shot to death by Elder Xue soon."

"Well, do you still have friendship with Xue Laomo?"

The little red-haired man's eyes showed a hint of doubt, so he turned his head to look at Dai Qianqiu: "Hey, is what he said true?"

Dai Qianqiu is actually not sure, but this kind of thing is still rather believable or not, so he said: "Don't worry about him, let's kill Xia Tian and that woman first, so we can go back and explain to the First Elder."

"Fine."

The red-haired short man was a little unhappy. According to his temperament when he was young, he should have killed all the people present.

Now that he is old and has received the "favor" from the Snow Mountain Sect's head, he has to obey the Snow Mountain Sect's orders.

"Since that's the case, you trash, take your people out immediately, and don't delay the old man's work."

The short red-haired man shouted at President Hua with a look of disdain.

It was the first time for President Hua to be manipulated so rudely by someone. Anger sprang up in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it.

After all, if this person really killed Xia Tian, ​​it would be of great benefit to him.

The masked man was still angry, but he retreated to the side of the room under President Hua's gaze.

As for Su Mengli, she disappeared at some point.

"The old man has been in retreat on the snow-capped mountains for decades, and he has been devoting himself to cultivating hard. The Red Blood Pressure Mountain Palm back then has now become a great achievement."

The red chaotic short man approached Xia Tian slowly, and after about ten steps away, he said arrogantly: "Piercing gold and cracking rocks is just a matter of choice, as long as the old man's palm is strong, even if you hide behind the mountain far away , can still crush your head with one palm."

Xia Tian said a little impatiently: "Don't care about your chicken feet and duck feet, if you want to hit, hit fast, if you don't hit, die, don't talk nonsense."

"Humph!"

The short red-haired man showed displeasure on his face, his palms suddenly moved, and he slapped out towards the void.

"Crack!"

A series of explosive sounds resounded in the air, and the air in the palm was like a bolt of lightning, leaping ten steps away and blasting towards Xia Tian.

Xia Tian just dodged the blow with Ning Ruirui.

"Boom!"

It's just that the ground where Xia Tian was standing just now was blown out of a long tunnel, which shows how powerful this palm is.

"Hmph, let's see how many times you can hide!"

It's not that the red-haired short man doesn't know how to move, he immediately chased after Xia Tian and Ning Ruirui, his palms were like shadows, and he rushed towards them continuously.

His palms hit faster and faster, and they became more and more red, as if two iron plates had been scalded, and there was a deafening bang when the traces of heat came out.

It was a good villa, and it was beaten to pieces by this red-haired short man in two or three hits.

"Hallmaster, are you sure this person can kill Xia Tian?"

President Hua watched the situation from the side, and couldn't help frowning, not because he felt sorry for the villa, but because he had some doubts in his heart.

Dai Qianqiu said indifferently: "Hou Lao is the highest-ranking guest official in the enshrining hall, and can be compared with the Great Elder.

Xia Tian is just a clown with some skills, killing him is easy.

It's just that Mr. Hou is more interested in playing now, and he doesn't want to lose his toys too early. "

"It's better that way."

I don't know why, President Hua felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he ordered to the masked man: "If the situation is not right later, we all go together and we must kill Xia Tian.

If he is allowed to escape, there will be endless troubles. "

Dai Qianqiu knew that these words were actually addressed to him, but he was quite disdainful in his heart. It's just that the matter is important, and it's not good to really pin all his hopes on Hou Guping, so he called a few white-robed disciples and said softly. A few orders are to check for gaps and fill in gaps, just in case.

However, after arriving at this villa, Dai Qianqiu has already prepared a triple net, no matter whether Xia Tian wants to escape from the world or the underground, it is absolutely impossible to escape.

On the other side, the red-haired short man became more and more excited, and the blood in his palm became thicker, and the power of the explosion naturally became stronger.

Opposite him, there was already thick smoke billowing, and no one could be seen.

Even if there are people, most of them cannot escape death.

The villas were also bombed into bottomless potholes.

"Hahaha, keep hiding, keep hiding!"

It's been a long time since the little red-haired man has had this kind of indulgence.

More than sixty years ago, after he was rescued by the head of the Snow Mountain Sect, he said that he was invited to the mountain to be a guest minister, but in fact he was imprisoned and used as a power leveling agent.

Over the years, he has gradually been torn down from a murderous demon to a crazy psychopath.

It was so easy to go down the mountain once, so naturally I had to vent my anger.

Dai Qianqiu didn't stop him, anyway, he only wanted Xia Tian's life, and he didn't care about other things at all.

Let alone a villa, even if this red-haired lunatic leveled all the snow-capped mountains other than Daxuefeng, he wouldn't care about it.

"Hey, Hou Guping, have you vented enough?"

President Hua couldn't bear it any longer, "What happened in the end?

If there is no one on the opposite side, aren't you blasting into the void. "

"You know what a fart!"

The short red-haired man's hands were still booming non-stop, "Once these divine palms of the old man are thrown out, there will be an invisible barrier that no one can break through.

As long as the palm force continues, they are like being suppressed by mountains, unable to move at all, let me kill them! "

"I think you'd better not be too happy too early, it's better to check."

President Hua was not very happy, because he remembered what happened to Bai Qianxiao before, and he also thought that Xia Tian must have been killed by the bomb, but in the end he was overshadowed by Xia Tian.

The red-haired short man was furious, and his hairs stood up like spikes: "You are doubting the strength of the old man, then you will give me a slap!"

As he spoke, he slapped President Hua without waiting for President Hua to explain.

"You are huh?"

As soon as President Hua opened his mouth, it seemed as if a mountain was pressing on his chest, and his breath was instantly suppressed, his bones creaked, as if he was about to be crushed at any moment.

"puff!"

President Hua suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and immediately dodged to avoid it.

Then, a huge crater was blasted out of the ground where he was standing just now.

"It's so terrifying?"

President Hua couldn't help but feel lingering fear, and no longer dared to underestimate this short red-haired man.

Sure enough, the short red-haired man had a look of complacency on his face, he laughed loudly and said: "The old man's palm skills are very good now, but his true energy is only 50% of what it used to be.

If you were young, you are now in pieces. "

President Hua said dully, "Sure enough, I'm an expert. I offended you. Forgive me."

"Hmph, boy, you should feel lucky."

The short red-haired man withdrew his palm, but his blood still persisted, "The old man is in a good mood now, and I don't bother to argue with you."

Dai Qianqiu said with a smile: "Old Hou is naturally a master among the masters, otherwise how could my Snow Mountain School use massive resources to worship?"

The red-haired short man was a little unhappy when he heard this, but he didn't express it directly.

The masked man felt a little unreal, and murmured: "Could it be that Xia Tian just died like this?"

"Boy, do you also want to try the power of my Red Blood Palm?"

The short red-haired man stared at him coldly, and the masked man waved his hands in fright: "That's not what I meant."

"This summer, it's nothing more than a little bit of medical skills, kung fu, and agility."

The red-haired short man snorted softly, and then pretended: "What's the big deal, in front of my divine palm, you are nothing more than a chicken and a dog."

"Let's not talk about him, even if his ancestor Wan Guiren is here, he would be killed with a single blow."

"In Syracuse, only the previous head, and the current Great Elder Xue Laomo can make me respect three points, and everyone else is putting in bids to sell first."

As he said, he looked at Dai Qianqiu with contempt: "You are also a direct disciple of the previous head, how can you be so weak like a dog.

This kind of trash still needs me to tell what kind of eyes you have! "

The short red-haired man was pretending to be coercive, but found that the other people looked at him a little wrongly.

Since he didn't marvel at his unrivaled magical skills, he also didn't show awe, but a kind of unspeakable doubt and fear.

However, he clearly felt that this fear had nothing to do with him.

More like it came from behind him, huh?

behind?

"Who do you call trash?"

At this time, a lazy voice sounded.

What is this voice?

summer! how is this possible! Absolutely no one in this world can survive under my divine palm! nobody! I'd like to see who is making fun of this old man! The red-haired short man snorted coldly, and when he wanted to turn his head to look, his head suddenly fell to the ground.