Then, Tang Luo pulled out the dragon pattern dagger and took a few steps back.

puff.

Another mouthful of blood was spurted out, and the person in charge covered the wound on his chest and fell into a pool of blood, leaving no movement.

"Old Tang, keep someone under the knife."

Tang Luo turned his head and shouted.

"good."

Tang Zheng nodded, that's what he meant.

Now that the Blood Prison Pavilion is on the Central Sea, it is still quite mysterious, and it is not clear what the situation is.

Leave a living mouth, maybe you can ask something.

Tang Luo carried the dragon pattern dagger forward, ready to help Tang Zheng.

"No need for you, I can handle it."

Tang Zheng shouted at Tang Luo, and the attack became even more violent.

After hearing what Tang Zheng said, Tang Luo no longer stepped forward, but instead used the "No Nameless Art" to regulate his breathing.

Just now, he took the opportunity, otherwise it would not be so easy for him to kill a mid-stage Huajin.

"Lao Zuo, how are you injured?"

Tang Luo asked after taking a moment of breathing.

"Loco, I'm fine, skin trauma."

Zuo Qianqiu shook his head, feeling a little moved.

Although Tang Luo just asked that, he also felt like he was being cared about.

As a tool of murder, how could he have ever been treated like this before?
Chapter completed!