Because Xie Xiaojiu had already slain his way to him with a sword, the changing sword light had engulfed his figure.
After just one exchange, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang was dripping with cold sweat.
Because the sword light in Xie Xiaojiu's hand was too swift, just after one encounter, his shoulder was already wounded, the sword cut three inches long.
A streak of fresh blood had already splashed onto the snowy ground, looking like a blush spreading.
On the other side,
facing the weakest who was also a Ninth Grade Martial Artist with Refining Skin Mastery.
The elite members of the Black Tiger Gang had no power to resist.
After receiving Jiang Ning's orders, those members were like fierce tigers entering a flock of sheep, slaughtering until the people of the Black Tiger Gang were laying about in disarray, and the blood instantly stained the snowy ground red.
Especially with Feng Jiuge's move, heads rolled and blood splattered the sky with just one encounter.
