Next to him, Leng Yun had some idea of ​​Qin Tian's strength, and it was better. Wang Laohu and Hu Ruolan were stunned.

Is this solved?

How do you feel that Fat Maitreya is an invincible mad tiger in front of them, but in front of Qin Tian, ​​he is like a child who doesn't understand kung fu at all?

"Leave it to you."

"It's not a good time to stay here for a long time. We'll talk to you later if you have anything to say."

Qin Tian said something hastily and rushed towards the far window. The window shattered with a bang and he jumped out.

"Brother Xiaotian!" Hu Ruolan was surprised again.

Leng Yun chuckled and said: "There must be something urgent, so he is like this."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Now, it's our turn to make the decision."

At this time, Fat Maitreya, who was briefly dizzy, reacted. He roared and tried to stand up.

Hu Ruolan's eyes showed cold murderous intent, she gripped the dagger tightly and walked up.

...

Qin Tian jumped down from the seventh floor and fell for more than ten meters before using his hand to borrow strength from the window. In the dark night, he was like a civet cat flying and flying towards the distance quickly.

At this moment, the battle between the killer disguised as a guard and Qin Chuan has reached its most intense moment.

The killer roared and directly used the Yuanyang Sickle in his hand.

Two sickles shining with cold light danced in curves, like undead flying out of hell.

Qin Chuan was shocked and was forced to retreat step by step. He was about to be injured.

At the critical moment, Qin Tian roared, and in mid-air, he raised his hand and hit something.

With two bangs, the thing knocked the mandarin duck sickle away and landed in front of the killer.

The killer originally wanted to fight back, but when he suddenly saw the sign in front of him, his body shook violently!

The dark sign, illuminated by the dim light, revealed three large dark red characters: The Order of the King of Hell.

"Ling of the Lord of Hell...Ling of the Lord of Hell, the old shopkeeper, how is this possible...who are you?"

He stared at Qin Tian in great shock.

Due to the bloody battle with Qin Chuan, the killer's outer clothes had a cut, revealing the red clothes underneath.

Qin Tian sneered and said: "Besides the four major ghosts in the Palace of Hell, the most mysterious and most lethal group is the Eighteen Blood Clothes..."

"Tell me, which one of the Eighteen Blood Clothes are you?"

The killer was shocked again. He stared at Qin Tian, ​​barely controlling his excitement, and gritted his teeth and said: "Tell me first, who are you!"

"Why do you have the King of Hell's Order!"

Qin Tian smiled and said, "Let me show you someone."

He dialed Can Jian's video call.

Opposite, Can Jian, Wu Chang Gui, and Cui Ming were sitting under an old tree in Beast Villa, drinking.

"Young Master, what's going on over there in the northwest?"

"Is there any trouble? Do you need brothers to take action?"

"As far as I know, the Five-Road King of Hell has not had many tasks recently. They are clamoring for me to pick up work for them from the dark web every day...especially the two guys Tongchuan and Tieju."

The hearty laughter showed that Can Jian was in a good mood.

"Uncle Can, let me show you someone."

Qin Tian said with a smile and turned the phone screen to the killer.

"Master Ghost, Impermanence Ghost, Death-wrecking Ghost? It's really you!" The killer rushed forward.

"Who are you?" On the opposite side, Can Jian, Wu Chang and Cui Ming all stood up excitedly.

The killer pulled off the simulated mask on his face and took off his outer clothes, revealing the blood-red robe underneath.

"Light dust!"

"I am Qingchen!"
Chapter completed!