Because the two of them were too fast, the warriors under the masters could not see them at all, and could only hear the sound of breaking the wind.

Only great masters can see two traces of light and shadow.

Bang!

Qin Yang flew backwards and couldn't get out. He saw a series of hook-like scars on his arm, as if they were torn apart by the eagle's claws.

Blood flowed out, but it stopped bleeding and scabs in an instant.

Qin Yang gasped slightly, looking at the White-haired Hell King ten meters away, with bright blood on his fingertips.

The White-haired Hell sighed: "It's really troublesome to shrink the ground into an inch, and your Vajra skills are also troublesome."

"When dealing with you, if there is a very powerful master pestering me, I really can't say what will happen."

Qin Yang calmed down his breath: "Senior, I really know how to joke. I think you are still at ease."

The White-Haired Hell shook his head: "Absolutely not, but I have a high martial arts realm, and my reserves of strength must be much higher than you."

"So I can continue to explode without showing fatigue, but you are different. You don't have enough strength and not enough true energy."

"It takes a lot of true energy and strength to shrink the ground into an inch. With your continuous actual combat, the consumption index will rise sharply."

"That's why you show a tired look before me. Young man, if you have a higher level, I can't deal with you."

The White-Haired Hell looked like a "homeless man" look, but Qin Yang felt that this old man was probably teasing him.

He even had a sense of suspicion that the White-Haired King of Hell was not a martial arts celestial being at all, but a strong man above the martial arts celestial being!

Just as the two were about to continue fighting, a cold voice came from the entrance.

"White-Haired King of Hell? Stop!"

The White-Haired Hell paused suddenly, then turned his head to look, and then showed a complicated look: "Miss Luo, you are actually here."

The one who made a sound was Luo Chenyu who came with Qin Yang.

Luo Chenyu is cold and noble, has a peerless face, and at the same time, there is a heroic look between his eyebrows and eyes, giving people a very strong feeling.

She walked straight in and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Help someone do something." The White-Haired Hell did not take action, but looked at her kindly: "Miss Luo, do you know this little brother?"

Luo Chenyu saw that Qin Yang's face was a little pale, and there were scars on his arms, and his eyebrows and eyes were colder than heavier.

"White-Haired King of Hell, what are your demands?" she asked directly.

Qin Yang didn't do anything anymore, but just looked at Luo Chenyu with a strange look. Luo Chenyu knew the White-haired King of Hell?

"Take it to the Heavenly Dragon." The White-haired Hell King said simply.

Luo Chenyu is here, so he can't do anything anymore, otherwise he will be the one who is ignorant of the matter.

"Xiang Tianlong committed an unforgivable sin, so he cannot be handed over to you!"

Luo Chenyu frowned and refused sternly.

The White-haired Hell King also said, "Then I can only rob it. Miss Luo, I don't want to attack you, nor do I want to anger you."

"But if you ruin my mission, I can take people away without hurting anyone."

Luo Chenyu's face was slightly darker, but at this time, Qin Yang said, "Okay, you can take people away."

Luo Chenyu was suddenly shocked, and she looked at Qin Yang in confusion. She had come forward. After polishing the white-haired King of Hell, he would definitely give in.

Qin Yang suddenly gave up, wouldn’t she just say it in vain?

The White-haired Hell smiled and said, "Little brother is tactful. I will treat you well next time I have the chance to meet you."
Chapter completed!