Three martial arts disciples jumped out from the darkness.
The old man in gray clothes waved his right hand.
A red light flashed.
The bodies of the three martial alliance disciples were shaken, and blood spurted out from their throats and they fell to the ground.
The three of them opened their mouths wide and fell to the ground with unwilling expressions on their faces.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: What a powerful enemy!
"Whoosh——"
The old man in gray clothes didn't stop at all. He stepped on his left foot and bounced up on the body.
The whole body moves upward instantly.
The next second, it suddenly fell.
He fell like a meteor into the hands of the rushing martial arts masters.
Four martial arts masters swung their swords directly at him.
The expression of the old man in gray clothes did not change, and his body suddenly became stronger.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The next second, streaks of sharp energy swept towards the four martial arts masters!
The rays of sword light passed by like cutting leeks!
Streams of blood spurted out along the necks of the martial arts masters!
Immediately afterwards, heads fell down one after another in an instant!
In the blink of an eye, the heads of the four martial arts masters fell to the ground.
Killing seven people in a row, the old man in gray did not stop, and his red sword was sharp.
"Whoosh!"
As he moved forward, he hit someone in the chest, and a tall man flew backwards instantly.
There was no sound, it fell to the ground silently.
Blood flowed.
The blade turned, and the red sword passed through another person's neck. The elite of the martial alliance knocked down another person, and blood spattered everywhere.
"call!"
The opponent suffered many casualties, but the old man in gray didn't have any trouble in his eyes, and hit the red sword with another wave of his hand.
shining.
Two martial arts disciples who had just wiped the blood from their eyes had an inch-long scar on their chests.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, three sharp knives struck at the same time, and the light intertwined, blocking the hiding angle of the old man in gray.
The three martial arts masters attacked fiercely. No matter whether the old man in gray dodges backward or left or right, he will be injured by the other sharp blades.
But the old man in gray clothes didn't dodge, and the red sword slashed in a round direction.
"when!"
The three daggers fell instantly.
Immediately afterwards, they ejected back strangely and screamed!
Blood oozed from their mouths and shoulders.
The next second, the old man in gray took another step forward and cut the throats of the three of them.
The three of them fell to the ground, with blood spurting from their throats.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen martial arts masters were all killed.
There was blood all around Feng Bo Pavilion.
Huang Tianjiao drew out her long sword and shouted: "Who is it?"
Dozens of martial alliance disciples retreated to protect Jiu Qiansui and Ye Fan, and also surrounded the uninvited guests.
"Who am I?"
Ba Jian maintained a cold expression, flicked the red sword to disperse the blood, and then spoke indifferently:
"You killed four of my disciples and cut off Jiang Shihao's support, and then you asked me who I am? Isn't that ridiculous?"
"Originally, I wanted to come to Zhonghai to kill you, but some things delayed me, but I still had time to perform the Qiqi Sacrifice."
"Ye Fan, use your head as a sacrifice. I think Tianlei and the others will be very happy."
He sighed softly, with a touch of loneliness and a fierce murderous intention.
"Apprentice? Tianlei? Jiang Shihao?"
When the disciples of the Martial Alliance frowned slightly, Huang Tianjiao's face changed dramatically and shouted: "Are you the Ba Sword?"
"I haven't used my sword for a long time. Many people think my sword is rusty."
Ba Jian's voice was filled with a hint of Xiao Sha: "Today, I will use your blood to wash the sword."
Dominant sword?
Ye Fan was slightly surprised, no wonder he was so tyrannical, he turned out to be the tenth master on the killer list.
He was a little surprised that the other party found him and found him here.
"kill him!"
Ye Fan was about to take action, but Jiu Qiansui pulled him to sit down, and then Feng Qingyun made tea:
"Why would a mere killer need to face a powerful enemy like this?"
He poured Ye Fan a cup of tea: "Come, have a taste of my Biluochun."
Ye Fan smiled helplessly and had no choice but to lower his head and take a sip.
At this moment, with the gesture of Nine Thousand Years Old, dozens of disciples of the Martial Alliance rushed over again.
Sabers, daggers, and long swords all greeted Ba Jian.
"mob!"
Facing the crowd's siege, Ba Jian smiled noncommittally and suddenly shook his right hand.
The long sword was raised instantly, with murderous intent rising sharply, and it stabbed the attacking opponent sharply.
Cutting mountains and rivers with one sword!
The red sword had no light, but the chill was like autumn water, chilling the scene, chilling people's hearts, and chilling life.
"ah--"
Thirteen martial arts disciples had no time to resist, and fell to both sides with blood splattering on their chests.
His eyes were shocked.
It's really too fast.
Thirteen people were seriously injured with one sword, but the sword tip still maintained its momentum, stabbing the ribs of the person behind him.
There was another scream.
"Whoosh——"
Then, with a backhand swing of the Tyrant Sword, the eight martial arts masters fell to the ground with groans, and their abdomens were all cut open.
Drenched with blood.
Ba Jian did not stop and moved forward unhurriedly.
Huang Tianjiao shouted sharply: "Stop him!"
More than a dozen martial arts disciples rushed forward again.
Ba Jian didn't even look at it, he struck one sword at a time, without any stagnation.
"ah--"
Screams pierced the air, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
Traces of blood flew all over the sky under the blade of the sword.
Huang Tianjiao and the others looked at everything in front of them with their eyelids twitching.
They never thought that Ba Jian would be so invincible.
Ba Jian walked fifteen meters, more than fifty people fell on the ground, and there were fewer and fewer martial alliance disciples guarding the pavilion.
Huang Tianjiao and the others were thirsty.
It's so fast and so powerful that no one can resist it.
No wonder it's called Ba Jian.
Ye Fan couldn't hold it any longer, stood up and shouted:
"Ba Jian, I killed your apprentice, come to me."
His character was never as strong as that of Nine Thousand Years Old, and he could not ignore the death of the children of the Martial Alliance.
Ba Sword Red Sword Ye Fan smiled ferociously: "If you want to die, they will die too."
"And Jin Zhilin's people will all die."
"I'm going to kill all of your family to sacrifice to my apprentice."
Ba Jian's voice was very cold, showing the ruthlessness of a killer.
If Ye Fan and the others hadn't killed the four disciples and Jiang Shihao, he would still be practicing in seclusion with peace of mind. How could he come back to work so hard?
Hearing Ba Jian's words, Ye Fan's murderous intention instantly became strong.
"Kill us all?"
Jiu Qiansui, who had always been calm, also smiled softly: "You are arrogant!"
"arrogant?"
Ba Jian sneered: "Who do you think you are? Dare you say this to me?"
Huang Tianjiao shouted: "This is nine thousand years old, how dare you be rude?"
"Nine thousand years old?"
Ba Jian snorted disdainfully: "I didn't expect that if I didn't come out in the past ten years, there would be so many shameless people in the world."
"Every dog or cat has such a great name."
"Nine thousand years old, bah, what nonsense."
His eyes were very contemptuous, and he obviously believed that Jiu Qian was an embroidered pillow.
"What bullshit?"
The nine-thousand-year-old smile suddenly grew brighter, and his figure flashed suddenly, as if a ghost had disappeared in a flash.
When he appeared again, he was already behind Ba Jian!
Faster and more powerful!
Ba Jian's face changed drastically, and he felt as if he had fallen into hell, and his whole body was filled with ice.
"call--"
There was a sudden sound of wind behind his head, Ba Jian instinctively dodged to the side, and at the same time, a sword stabbed out from his armpit.
Fast and hard.
However, at this moment, a white palm, like lightning, grabbed his neck.
Ba Jian's whole body stiffened instantly, and the red sword he thrust out also stopped mid-air.
His face was as white as paper.
Huang Tianjiao and the others were also shocked. If Ba Sword is powerful, then Jiu Qian Sui is a monster.
Ye Fan also had a new understanding of him.
"What do you think nine thousand years is?"
The nine-thousand-year-old man smiled at Ba Jian with cold eyes:
"I'll tell you now!"
"I will do whatever Truman doesn't want to do!"
"I will take care of those who are inconvenient for Hengdian to take care of!"
"I'll kill the target that Ye Tang can't kill!"
"In a word, in the hot land of China, I will deal with all the dirtiest things, the most difficult people, and the most ferocious opponents."
"Behead first and report later, national power charter! This is nine thousand years old. Is it clear enough? Is it clear enough?"
Then, a squeeze!
"Crack!"
The neck of the domineering sword was clenched and broken...
