Chapter 17 Reward with Life

Duan Jiuyou stepped out step by step, ignoring the space-time barrier, nearly 50 meters apart, only half a step.

"Wu boy, why are you killing Shengzong and messing around?"

Duan Jiuyou had a solemn face. He didn't wait for Wu Pengwei to answer and waved his big hand, "I know what you want to say. Don't say too much. Go down the mountain with me first. After going down the mountain, you will naturally understand everything."

Wu Pengwei wanted to ask again, but he saw that Duan Jiuyou wink at him. His heart moved and did not refuse.

Duan Jiuyou turned around and punched the middle-aged monk who came with him and said, "Brother Law Kong has led the way, but it has brought a lot of trouble to your sect. Please forgive me."

The slender monk in a purple jacket smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter. It's just an unknown boy. If he hadn't interced with his brother, he would have gone back."

The monk's words were extremely confident, and there was a faint purple light bursting out in his long and narrow eyes, as sharp as a sword.

Wu Pengwei raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party.

The monk didn't even look at Wu Pengwei. He brushed his big sleeves and turned away.

On the contrary, the young monk behind him stared at Wu Pengwei fiercely before he left, with a fierce murderous spirit in his eyes.

Wu Pengwei is naturally fearless. His eyes are as quiet as water. He looks directly at each other without sadness or happiness.

"Don't look at it. The people of the Killing Sect are all virtuous, with a tyrannical nature that everything in the world can be killed. I don't know how Buddha has such a believer. It's really unlucky. Forget it, let's go down the mountain." Duan Jiuyou obviously didn't like the people of the Killing Sect, and his tone was not good.

"Isn't this Miss Xiang Ruolan? Wu Wei, do you know Miss Xiang very well?" Duan Jiuyou was a little surprised when he saw Xiang Ruolan on the side.

Wu Pengwei nodded: "For good, Miss Xiang and I are quite familiar with each other, thanks to her taking care of me all the way."

"That's good. Since Miss Xiang is familiar with you, it's better. Let's go down the mountain together."

After saying that, Duan Jiuyou's body was vertically in the air, and a pair of cyan wings spread behind him and flew like light.

Wu Pengwei and Xiang Ruolan did not delay. They used their skills and went down the mountain.

Along the way, I was never stopped again.

Down the mountain, Duan Jiuyou waited at the foot of the mountain early. When he saw the two of them, he turned left all the way, walked into a branch road on the official road, and strode forward. He walked very fast, extremely fast, and his face was solemn, and he didn't say a word all the way.

And Wu Pengwei and Xiang Ruolan also vaguely felt something, quietly following.

After walking for about two hours, the sky was approaching dusk, and I came to a wilderness hill. Such a hill is not rare near Qianfo Mountain, but most of them are sparsely populated, but there are many people shaking on this mountain at this moment.

These figures are different in height, but they all have an amazing thing in common, that is, they wear ferocious ghost masks.

or red, purple, or blue. These masks are of different colors, but most of them are frightening.

Duan Jiuyou took Wu Pengwei up the mountain. Along the way, there were constantly figures wearing ghost masks to perform disciple etiquette to him. Wu Pengwei understood that these people must be disciples of the Mili Sect.

As a martial arts school in the south of the Yangtze River, Mili Sect is one of the top ten sects in the world, and has an iron-blooded rule.

That is the disciple of the sect. Once he is recognized and accepted as a full member, he must wear a ghost-like mask and cooperate with the mysterious skills of the confused sect, which is a little of the momentum of Hell Shura.

And the confused sect also moves the world with a strange and unpredictable name.

There are almost a hundred disciples of the mysterious sect on the mountains. These disciples are obviously elites in the faction. They stand at various levels of the mountains, or in dangerous places, as if they are facing a big enemy.

On the top of the mountain, there is a simple wooden house, which is obviously newly built.

Before the wooden house, there stood a thin figure, white clothes than snow, indescribably lonely.

Duan Jiuyou walked five meters away from this figure and said respectfully, "Master Shang, I brought someone."

"Oh, right, it's hard to use it."

The white figure turned around, revealing a pair of gorgeous ghost masks. The mask is strangely textured, all silver gray, not gold and not iron, but emitting a quiet light. The painter on the mask is also extremely exquisite, with clear facial features and lifelike, just like the most beautiful peerless woman. However, with the eyes like the stars behind the mask, everything is very different.

Gorgeous has become extremely ferocious, elegant and frightening, like a Shura ghost king from hell.

The boundless dark atmosphere enveloped Wu Pengwei. In a moment, he only felt that his heart sank, and the darkness was overwhelming, and what permeated it was boundless pressure.

In the darkness, there is a man in white who is covered with the silver-gray gorgeous mask, and his eyes are as deep as the sea, like the god king in boundless darkness.

"Are you Wu Wei in Nian'an's mouth?"

When the sound sounded, the boundless pressure immediately dissipated.

Wu Pengwei felt relieved. He knew that this was the power pressure that could be emitted by a martial arts master at the master level. The person who came was likely to be the suzerain of the confused sect - Shang Jian. According to the strong momentum of his pressure, the other party was at least the power of the master's peak level.

"I've met Master Shang, and it's Wu Wei."

Wu Pengwei made the etiquette of a junior disciple. His expression was the same as before. He did not change a trace of color because of the initial pressure, especially a pair of eyes, which were as deep as water.

"Very good. You're good. No wonder Nian has always praised you." Shang Jian nodded and turned around: "Come with me."

Shang Jian took a step forward. No one pushed the simple wooden door, but it opened in response.

When two people enter it, the wooden door automatically closes.

In the wooden house, it was dark and dark.

Shang Jian waved his sleeve, and a blurred cyan fire floated out, lighting the candles in the room and illuminating the whole space.

Under the cyan light, a ** corpse was parked in the middle of the wooden house.

Above the body, the sword marks are crisscrossed, which is shocking.

When Wu Pengwei saw the face of the corpse, his heart trembled for no reason, and it hurt like a needle.

This body is none other than Gui Shura Bai Nian'an.

"Brother Nian..."

Wu Pengwei choked and gently walked to Bai Nian'an's body, looking sad.

He thought that several life-and-death experiences had kept him from being spoiled and humiliated, and it was difficult for life and death to shake his mind, but now he found that there was still a trace of fragility in his heart. At this moment, he was no longer a cold-blooded man across the world, but a real young man with flesh and blood.

"Before Nian'an's death, he asked us to talk to you. His battle with Miaowu is your best touchstone. He uses himself as a method to verify Miaowu's technique and the power of qi and blood. His body is the best thing to steal, and all of this is left to you."

Shang Jian quietly appeared beside Wu Pengwei and told an amazing secret.

"What? Master Shang, what are you talking about? Wu Pengwei, who has always been calm and calm, was also a little surprised to hear this.

Shang Jian took out a letter from her arms and handed it to Wu Pengwei.

"Look at it yourself. Nian'an wrote all his words in it."

Shang Jian handed the letter to Wu Pengwei and went out of the wooden house.

In the dark, the candle fire is like beans, swaying like smoke.

Wu Pengwei opened the envelope and read on.

"Brother Wei, show your joy.

When this letter is in your hand, it must have been after my brother's death. For my brother's incompetence, he has never been that wonderful opponent, but it makes you look down on it.

Brother Wei, I didn't want to fight with Miao Wu so urgently, but two months ago, Beihai Jianzun Jian Wuji came to visit our sect. He has always been close to my master, and his words mentioned your majestic deeds in the endless sea.

One person fought against tens of thousands of aquariums, and even killed the dragon clan and lurked into the secret collection of the Dragon Emperor. Such feats were ashamed of his brother, and he was very happy for you in his heart. But later he heard that you had a battle with Miao Wu, and almost died in his hand. He had doubts in his heart, so he inquired about your whereabouts of the sword predecessor. Unfortunately, he did not I know.

For my brother, I know your personality, soft on the outside and strong on the inside. Once you encounter a strong opponent, the first thing you think about is not to give in, but how to defeat it. At that time, I had a general guess in my heart. Maybe you went to find Miaowu for revenge, so I went to Wuwang City. The address you left. There, I met Aoki. .

After a conversation, I learned that you really went to Jiangbei.

I am extremely anxious. Although the relationship between Jiangbei and Jiangnan martial arts has gradually eased in recent years, among them, the killing machine, especially the Killing Sect, always wants to dominate the world's martial arts, and the horror is far from what you think. This person is cold-blooded and his will is like iron. The most terrible thing is that he has a talent for martial arts. He is born. He is a cold-blooded killer.

At that time, I made a decision for my brother. I went back to beg the master and the four elders to enlighten me and forcibly improve my qi and blood power in order to fight to the death.

In fact, my brother's progress has been quite slow in the past six months, and there is a fear in my heart. Later, I heard that you have a gap between you and Miao Wu, so you have the will to die. You have to fight with Miao Wu. Miao Wu is a born cold-blooded person, known as the reincarnation of "killing Buddha". As long as there is a gap with him, he will definitely kill him quickly. In the killing. The sharpness of tempering my heart is extremely sharp. This is a wonderful martial art. Therefore, in any case, I can't retreat and ignore your safety. I already have a close relative who has been killed by him. This time, I don't want to see you also be poisoned by him anymore.

In fact, I know in my brother's heart that even if I open the zenith and forcibly reach the realm of ten thousand enemies, it is difficult to be Miao Wu's opponent, but I know my brother's talent and ability. Therefore, I have the will to die and die. If I win, it is naturally excellent. If I lose, my body is the best test sword stone, Miao Wu. The trick and the power of qi and blood will react one by one. Brother, remember to observe carefully, even if you destroy your brother's body, it won't matter.

I was born with a eccentric personality and didn't like to talk to people. From childhood to childhood, only my brother Bai Qingyu would take care of me. Later, when my brother died, I was silent, like a hellish man. Until I met my brother, although it was only one night, that Over the night, you and my brothers have been drinking and talking happily. In the past year, every time I remember it for my brother, I feel that it is the most rare past in my life, and I can't help but sigh.

I have said this. I hope my brother will hate me for me, but I also have to do what I can. If I can't estimate that I can't be his opponent, I should keep my strength. In the future, I have begged my master to give my brother to you after death.

Well, no matter how much it is, it's nonsense. I went to Huangquan for my brother and was lonely all the way. I hope I will never see my brother.

Brother: Gui Shura Bai Nian'an's unique pen.

After reading the letter in one breath, Wu Pengwei only felt that there was a fire burning his chest in his heart.

He endured his grief and burned the letter to ashes. His face was like iron, and his eyes were as cold as a cold pool on a snowy night.

He looked up, walked to Bai Nian'an's body, pulled out the fire on his left, and then pierced his wrist, let the blood fall, dripping to the ground, and a low cry from his mouth.

"The sky is above, if I, Wu Pengwei, can't have a skillful blade, the sky will strike five thunderbolt."

The voice is like a wild ghost summoning from hell, extremely cold, with incomparable sadness, and it is difficult to dissipate in the light and fire for a long time.