Chapter 38 Goodbye, Master Jiu

The two factions stand against each other, with distinctive characteristics.

On the left side of the road, there are all kinds of black light armor, holding bright and dazzling long knives, one by one, calm and restrained, without a trace of emotion, just like the well-trained soldier, just looking at the top of these people's heads, most of the power of the ten elephants emerge. Obviously, they are all martial artists in the civil realm, among which there is even one or two "tian The master of the "sage" realm reflects a dragon or two dragons above his head.

On the contrary, the other faction is a little nonsensical. Although most of them are martial artists in the civil realm, they wear different clothes. Among them, there are many bald heads or tattoos on their cheeks, and there are even dwarfs and disabled people. Their eyes are fierce but cunning. At a glance, you can see that it is not a good way to come from.

Compared with the well-trained formation on the left, the people and horses on the right are more like a mob.

"'Nine Master', how many times have you said that this is the territory of 'cut off the door'. You come to invade again and again and again. You know, there is also a limit to tolerance." In the front row of a group of black armored warriors, a man holding a long black narrow blade said in a deep voice. His shoulders were wide open, his face was cold, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

This person's momentum is heavy, and the fog is surging above his head. His whole body is like being wrapped in a rising cloud. He is the only warrior who does not have real dragon light and shadow on his head, but with momentum alone, he will suppress the people present.

"It's a 'Jingwei' master!" Wu Pengwei's eyebrows moved. Only when the martial artist reaches the realm of "jingwei" can there be a mist between his behaviors. This is the symbol of the opening of the "trick" in the body and refining the body at all the time.

"Huh, 'cut off the door'? That old dog occupied the territory of my 'Soul Sword Gate' and changed its face. It was actually changed to 'cut off the door'. Damn, I don't believe in this evil. Ma San, you turned out to be a disciple of the 'Soul Sword Gate', known as the iron-faced stone heart. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a traitor. Pooh.

In the group of rabble on the right, a group of scoundrels separated like waves, revealing a person sitting on a stool, wearing an elegant ink man's robe, and his eyes are as blue as the sea. Who is the "Nine Master" he met in the "Qianqi Market" in the past?

"Nine Master" didn't notice his old acquaintance who was watching the hustle and bustle. He just stood up. A slender leg was raised on the stool, holding a cold and bright sword in his hand. The toothpick in the cherry's little mouth spit out and shouted fiercely, "I'm here to recover the lost ground. Ma San, you can either get out or do it." The ninth master's lonely soul under the sword."

After saying that, the long sword waved in the air, and a sword went straight to the sky, tearing and whistling.

Eleven real dragon lights and shadows suddenly appeared above the head of the "Nine Master", roaring in the air and rising out of thin air.

"Master Jiu is powerful!"

On the right side, a burly bald head applauded and shouted, hissing and his face was full of red light.

At this time, the crowd on the right side suddenly cheered, and they all swarmed away.

In a small city like "Chitian" City, a "Jingwei" can indeed be the boss of a small door, although this "Jingwei" is a woman.

The soldiers and horses on the left are motionless.

The black-haired man called "Ma San" just smiled coldly, and the narrow machete in his hand came out of its sheath, and he cut it in the air like electricity.

“Boom............”

With a flash of black light, everyone had not yet seen the appearance of the knife. They only felt a flower in front of their eyes. The dust flew on the ground, and a ten-meter-long gully was born out of thin air. This gully was obviously composed of knife gas. The ditch was dark and deep, and it could not be explored to the end at a glance.

Everyone had a chill in their hearts.

The "Ma San" black-haired man suddenly stamped his feet again, and the aura on his head rolled. A dark knife light rose to the sky and exploded straight at ten meters away, showing a whole fourteen true dragon lights and shadows.

A group of rabbles on the right immediately stopped.

The eyes of the "Nine Master" contracted sharply, like a cat's eye that smelled a dangerous smell, standing like a needle.

"Xiao Jiu, I know you have always wanted to restore the 'Soul Sword Gate', but you are just the strength of 'Jingwei', eleven real dragons? In the 'Cut Off the Gate', a total of four people have reached the 'Jinwei' level, and the weakest one also has the power of thirteen true dragons. As for the door owner, he has reached the terrible eighteen true dragons, which is not far from the realm of the 'divine servant'. Do you think you can be against us with a yellow-haired little girl? It's just a joke."

The black-haired man sneered and glanced at the group of mob. He was swept by their knife-like sharp eyes. The group of scoundrels lowered their heads one after another and did not dare to look at each other. Their hearts beat, as cold as if they had been put on their neck by a knife.

"Humph, with this group of ruffians, they also want to rebuild the 'Soul Sword Gate'? It's just nonsense!"

The black-haired man drew another knife, which was unimaginable. A knife burst out of thin air. The big man in front of him with a tiger tattoo on his cheek suddenly screamed, and his whole body was blown to pieces by knife gas.

"If anyone dares to mix with the 'Nine Master' and fight against the 'Cut off the Door', I will kill one by one!"

The man drank it firmly.

"Ma San, how dare you!"

When the "Ninth Master" saw Ma San killing people in front of him, his heart was furious. He stepped on the bench and flew like an arrow. The sword in his hand brought out a trace of blue light, flying like a long rainbow.

"Huh, go back!"

The black-haired man's eyes narrowed, and a disdainful sneer flashed at the corners of his mouth, just like a knife out of his hand.

"Hum............"

The black light burst, and the blue light was swallowed up in an instant. The knife spirit was vertical and horizontal. Fourteen real dragon lights and shadows emerged, and a gust of wind and clouds surged in the void.

The "Nine Master" flew back backwards, staggered to the ground, slipped, and almost fell to the ground. Most of the blue light sword in his hand was broken.

The dark-haired "Ma San" in the distance stood on the ground like a gun, motionless.

"Oh my God, run..."

The bald head who applauded first among the right horse was the first to run away. The speed was as fast as when he first patted the horse. Only then did everyone suddenly realize that the "bang" turned into a bird and beast scattered.

"'Nine Master', cherish your little life, and I won't let you go next time."

The dark-haired man put the knife into the sheath, turned around, and strode away.

A group of black armored warriors behind them also put their knives into the sheath, moved neatly and uniformly, turned around and followed the leader.

In the big street, there was only one "Nine Master" left, empty, with a cold wind blowing, and the people's skin was cold.

"Why? Why is it like this?"

"Nine Master" held the half-cut sword in his hand and suppressed the grief and indignation of his heart, but his palm trembled slightly because of excessive force.

After all, she is a female generation. Although in the six realms of divine thoughts, the powerful and horizontal people are respected, and there are many women who are attacked. For example, the suzerain of the puppet sect of the fifth sect today, is a woman whose strength has reached the peak of the terrible "divine marquis", and is in charge of one clan, which is powerful.

It is also like the hostess behind the "Thousands of Strange Market". Although no one can see her true face, everyone knows that her means are all over the sky. There are three major offerings under her command alone. Each of them is the top master of the divine realm. She has lived for tens of thousands of years, and her strength is enough to destroy the stars, the sun and the moon. She looks at the whole six realms of divine thoughts, and it is also outstanding. Characters.

But her cat Xiaojiu is just an ordinary girl who is a little intelligent. Even this amazing power of qi and blood is poured into her father when he is about to die. Except for faith, in fact, she does not rely on it much in the bottom of her heart.

Believe also needs strength as a backing.

The knife of "Ma San" almost destroyed all her confidence. She began to doubt whether she could raise the flag of her father's sect, the "Soul Sword Gate", high on the street within a hundred miles.

She wanted to cry, but she could bite her lower lip and stop her tears, because on the night her father died ten years ago, she had dried up all her tears.

"Well, can you make way?"

At this moment, a clear man's voice came to his ear. The "Ninth Master" was angry. She was in a bad mood and just wanted to stand for a while. Where did the insightly thing dare to wake her up?

Don't you know that she is the famous "female overlord"?

"Who will bother your grandpa?"

"Nine Master" raised his eyebrows and looked up, but saw a young man with long hair and a fat monk's robe. The shape is simply more strange than myself, but it also carries a trace of extraordinary style.

"The creativity is good. It's really impressive to dress like this!"

"Nine Master" has a trace of appreciation, wondering whether he should change such a suit next time, at least he can bring some people back.

"Well, could you please make way?" The young monk repeated it again.

The "Nine Master"'s thoughts were interrupted again, and he wanted to curse. Looking up, the man's eyes were actually a little familiar.

"You, you are..."

"It doesn't matter who I am. Could you please excuse me?" Wu Pengwei pointed behind the "Nine Master".

A courtyard door behind the "Nine Master" is a mansion bought by the fat monk.

"Oh, isn't this the mansion of the flower monk? What are you doing here? He and I know him very well." "Jiu Ye" looked up and down at this strange guy, and couldn't remember where he had seen him for a moment.

In fact, it's not that she has a bad memory, but that Wu Pengwei's dress is too strange. In addition, she has just been defeated, and she is in a very bad mood, and even her brain is also disturbed.

"Oh, the fat monk sold this mansion, and this will be my place in the future."

Wu Pengwei didn't want to talk to her. Such a troublesome person is not a low-key person he is willing to provoke. He passed sideways in front of him, stepped on the stone bridge, pushed open the courtyard door a few steps later, and then closed it straight, without any stagnation.

"Strange, have you seen this man somewhere?" The ninth master kept scratching his head.

"Master Jiu, Master Jiu, everyone in the 'Tiger Club' has run away."

not far away, a little fat man ran over and panting.

"What's the quarrel? Didn't you think about me?" The ninth master stared at the fat man, and then asked, "Xiao Qi, have you seen the man just now?" She pointed to Wu Pengwei, who entered the courtyard gate.

"That man?" The fat man thought for a moment, scratched his head and said, "I don't really look at it, but this man seems to have seen it. The guy we met at the 'Qianqi Market' is exactly the same."

"Yes, that's him!" The ninth master patted his thigh like a fog and said excitedly, "That's him, that's the fat sheep!"

Wu Pengwei, who was in the courtyard door, suddenly sneezed and intuitively told him that something bad seemed to happen.