The three masters who held Xiaohu Wu Ningling felt only a flash in the eye. Then, when their eyebrows ached, they lost consciousness and fell into endless darkness.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! "

The next moment, the bodies of the three fell to the sky, and the three tigers escaped from danger.

"Junior Three, Junior Four, Junior Nine!"

Looking at the three fallen masters, Ma Xuanji exclaimed, and then there was boundless rage in his heart, because these three were his disciples, three disciples were actually killed under his eyelids. After the rage, it was an endless killing machine.

"Little beast, I want you to pay for your old husband and...