Suddenly, with a loud bang, the huge fire wheel in front of Sang Hong was pounced on by the purple tiger and shattered into four pieces.
Then the purple tiger seized the opportunity to swing its claws and slap the four small fire wheels directly into the distant mountainside.
Then, taking advantage of the opportunity, he suddenly pounced on Sang Hong.
Sang Hong screamed and fell to the ground like a broken sandbag. He struggled to get up, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground again. He could only keep from lying flat on the ground by supporting himself with his hands.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood. A dent was visible on his chest, which looked somewhat like the claw mark of the purple tiger. At the same time, there was a knife wound on his chest, only half an inch away from his heart.
"Lord Sang reacted well, managing to dodge my fatal blow at the last moment." The huge purple tiger phantom behind Ding Run gradually dissipated, and his sword returned to its sheath.
Now that the dust has settled, although Sang Hong has dodged the fatal blow, he is no longer able to fight.
Seeing that Sang Hong was seriously injured and even had difficulty moving, Ding Run turned to look at Zu An and the others on the other side: "Let's deal with you first, lest you jump out and say that the restrictions on your bodies have been lifted."
Although none of these people's cultivation levels posed a threat to him, as an assassin, the most important thing was to avoid any unexpected events.
The moment he drew his longsword, he hesitated for the first time. He had originally planned to kill Sang Qian first, but then he thought of the mental fortitude Zu An had displayed, and how calm he had seemed from beginning to end, which made him feel that Zu An was a potential threat.
So he changed his target midway and stabbed directly at Zuan's throat.
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