The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 327 Is it clear enough?
Chapter 320 Is the eighth clear enough?
The long sword is like a rainbow!

Killing intent!
Three Wumeng disciples rushed out from the shadows.

The old man in gray waved his right hand.

A red light flashed.

The three Wumeng disciples were shaken, and blood spurted from their throats and fell to the ground.

The three of them opened their mouths wide and fell to the ground unwillingly.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: A strong enemy!

"Whoosh-"

The gray-clothed old man did not stop at all, stepped on his left foot, and bounced off the corpse.

The whole body instantly goes up.

In the next second, it crashed down.

He fell into the hands of the Wumeng masters rushing over like a meteor.

Four martial arts masters swung their knives directly at him.

The grey-clothed old man's complexion remained unchanged, and his body suddenly exerted strength.

"Shhhhh!"

In the next second, waves of unparalleled vigor swept towards the four martial arts masters!

Dao Guang, as if cutting leeks, passed by in a flash!

Streams of blood gushed out along the necks of the martial arts masters!

Immediately afterwards, heads fell off in an instant!
In the blink of an eye, the heads of the four martial arts masters fell to the ground.

After killing seven people in a row, the gray-clothed old man did not stop, and the red sword was fierce.

"Whoosh!"

As he walked forward, he hit a man in the chest, and a burly man flew backwards in an instant.

Without a sound, it fell to the ground without a sound.

Blood spilled.

With a turn of the blade, the red sword brushed across another person's neck, and the martial arts elite fell down another person, blood splashing out in all directions.

"call!"

Many opponents were killed and injured, the eyes of the old man in gray didn't fluctuate at all, and he waved the red sword in his hand again.

shining.

The two Wumeng disciples who had just wiped off the blood from their eyes had an inch-long scar on their chests.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, three sharp knives stabbed at the same time, and the rays of light intertwined, sealing off the dodging angle of the gray-clothed old man.

The three martial arts masters attacked fiercely, no matter whether the gray-clothed old man dodged backwards or left and right, he would be injured by the other sharp blades.

It's just that the gray-clothed old man didn't dodge, and the red sword slashed in a full circle.

"when!"

The three daggers fell instantly.

Immediately afterwards, they ejected back strangely, screaming!

Blood oozed from their muzzles 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 fell to the ground, accompanied by blood spurting from their throats.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen martial arts masters were all killed.

The storm pavilion was surrounded by blood.

Huang Tianjiao drew out her long sword and shouted, "Who is it?"

Dozens of Wumeng disciples retreated to protect Jiu Qiansui and Ye Fan, and also surrounded the uninvited guests.

"Who am I?"

Ba Jian maintained a cold expression, shook the red sword to disperse the blood, and then said indifferently:
"You killed my four apprentices, cut off Jiang Shihao's offering, and who are you asking me? Wouldn't it be too ridiculous?"

"I originally wanted to come to Zhonghai to kill you, but some things delayed me, but I still have time to do Qiqi sacrifice."

"Ye Fan, take 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 killing intent.

"Apprentice? Thunder? Jiang Shihao?"

When the disciples of the Wumeng frowned slightly, Huang Tianjiao's expression changed drastically and he shouted, "Are you Ba Jian?"

"It's been a long time since I took out my sword. Many people thought my sword was rusted."

Ba Jian's voice carried a wave of Xiao Sha: "Today, I will wash the sword with your blood."

Overlord sword?

Ye Fan was slightly surprised, no wonder he was so tyrannical, he turned out to be the tenth on the list of killers.

He was a little surprised that the other party came to him and found him here.

"kill him!"

Ye Fan was about to make a move, but Jiu Qiansui pulled him to sit down, and then made tea lightly:

"A mere killer, why should he be like an enemy?"

He poured Ye Fan a cup of tea: "Come, have a taste of my Biluochun."

Ye Fan smiled helplessly, so he had to lower his head and take a sip.

At this moment, with Jiu Qiansui's gesture, dozens of Wumeng disciples rushed over again.

Saber, dagger, long sword, Qi Qi greeted Ba Jian.

"mob!"

Facing the siege of the crowd, Ba Jian smiled noncommittally, and suddenly shook his right hand.

The long sword was raised instantly, the killing intent soared, and it stabbed fiercely at the attacking opponent.

A sword breaks mountains and rivers!

The red sword had no light, but the chill was like autumn water, chilling the scene, chilling people's hearts, and chilling vitality.

"what--"

The thirteen martial arts disciples had no time to resist, and fell to both sides with blood spattered on their chests.

Eyes shocked.

It's too fast.

One sword hit 13 people severely, but the tip of the sword remained undiminished, stabbing the rib of the person behind.

Another scream.

"Whoosh-"

Then, with a backhand swing of the Bajian, the eight martial arts masters fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, their abdomens were all sliced ​​open.

Blood dripping.

Ba Jian didn't stop, and walked forward unhurriedly.

Huang Tian yelled sharply: "Stop him!"

More than a dozen martial arts disciples charged up again.

Ba Jian didn't even look at it, one sword at a time, without the slightest stagnation.

"what--"

A scream pierced the air, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

Smears of blood were flying all over the sky under the blade.

Huang Tianjiao and the others looked at everything in front of them with twitching eyelids.

They never thought that Ba Jian would be so invincible.

Ba Jian walked out 15 meters, more than 50 people fell to the ground, and the number of Wumeng disciples guarding the pavilion became less and less.

Huang Tianjiao and the others were thirsty.

Too fast, too powerful, no one can resist.

No wonder it is called Ba Jian.

Ye Fan couldn't hold back anymore, stood up and shouted:

"Ba Jian, I killed your apprentice, come at me."

His xinxing was still not as strong as Jiuqiantui, and he couldn't ignore the death of Wumeng's children.

Ye Fan grinned grimly: "If you die, they will die too."

"As well as Jin Zhilin's people, they will all die."

"I'm going to kill all your family and make sacrifices to my disciples."

Ba Jian's voice was indifferent, showing the ruthlessness of a killer.

If Ye Fan and the others hadn't killed the four apprentices and Jiang Shihao, he is still practicing in seclusion with peace of mind, how could he come out of the rivers and lakes and work so hard?

Hearing Ba Jian's words, Ye Fan's murderous intent instantly became strong.

"Kill us all?"

Nine Thousand Years, who has always been calm, also smiled softly: "You are arrogant!"

"arrogant?"

Ba Jian sneered: "What are you? How dare you say that 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 I would not come out for ten years, and there would be so many shameless people in the Jianghu."

"Any dog ​​or cat has such a big name."

"Nine thousand years old, I bah, what kind of shit."

His eyes were very contemptuous, obviously thinking that Jiuqiantui was an embroidered pillow.

"What shit?"

Nine thousand years old's smile suddenly became exuberant, and his figure flashed suddenly, like a ghost flashing away.

When he appeared again, he was already behind Ba Jian!

Faster and stronger!

Ba Jian's face changed drastically, he felt like he had fallen into hell, and his whole body was icy cold.

"call--"

There was a sudden wind in the back of his head, Ba Jian instinctively dodged sideways, and at the same time, a sword stabbed out from his armpit.

Fast and hard.

However, at this moment, a white palm grabbed his neck like lightning.

Ba Jian's whole body froze instantly, and the red sword he thrust out also stagnated in mid-air
His face was as white as paper.

Huang Tianjiao and the others were also stunned. If Bajian is powerful, then Nine Thousand Years is a monster.

Ye Fan also had a new understanding of him.

"What do you mean nine thousand years old..."

Nine thousand years old looked coldly at Ba Jian and smiled:
"Now I tell you!"

"What Truman doesn't want to do, I will do it!"

"I will take care of those who are inconvenient for Hengdian to take care of!"

"The target that Ye Tang can't catch, I will kill!"

"In a word, in the hot land of China, I will deal with the dirtiest things, the most difficult people, and the most brutal opponents."

"Cut first and play later, national power franchise! This is nine thousand years old, is it clear enough? Is it clear enough?"

Then, grab it!
"Crack!"

Ba Jian's neck was severed...

(End of this chapter)