"Xiao Li. You go to Xiao Yan's side and take a look, you don't have to worry about it here! Chu Jiu took out a cigarette, held it to the corner of his mouth, and said lightly with a smoke ring.

On Li Jianbai's head, there was a faint white line, which was made by the steel knife that broke the soul just now. If Chu Jiu's movements were a little slower, I was afraid that his head would turn into a gourd scoop at this moment.

Hearing Chu Jiu's order, Li Jianbai bowed his head very respectfully: "Yes, Uncle Nine!" Be careful, too! ”

After speaking, he glanced at Chi Xiaofei, turned around and left. Now that the broken soul has already been shot, and Chi Xiaofei has been injured, there is no need for him here!

Chi Xiaofei covered his injured shoulder, the arrow feather was still there, and the blood had soaked through the clothes around the wound.

A fierce murderous intent and a thick hatred flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward violently, and his mouth was about to stop.

Broken Soul coldly raised his right hand: "Let him go!" ”

He stared at Chu Jiu quietly: "As long as you can defeat Heavenly Sword Chu Jiu, a little Li Jianbai is just a fish on the board!" ”

As he spoke, his body rushed over: "Kill!" ”

With a loud shout, the black knife in his hand slashed down towards Chu Jiu.

Crisp, neat, decisive, domineering!

Chu Jiu laughed, and the wood-splitting knife in his hand just flicked it, and he knocked the black knife of the soul breaker backwards and flew out. Immediately, he took a step forward with his left foot and smashed it with a punch.

Broken Soul only had time to cross the black knife in his hand, and the whole person dragged back five or six meters, and took two steps back before standing up.

With a knife and a punch, it actually knocked back the broken soul!

Chi Xiaofei and the others around him, one by one, their faces involuntarily showed a look of horror, if it weren't for the cold night here, the cold wind had been howling, making their minds always sober, they couldn't even believe what their eyes saw here!

Broken Soul, as one of the Quartet Immortal Generals of the Netherworld, although his strength is not the strongest, but in the Netherworld, he is also definitely a master in the top ten!

How could he be repelled by an inconspicuous-looking man in front of him?

Chi Xiaofei swallowed a mouthful of saliva with some horror, he only fully understood it at this time, what the broken soul told him, the Chu family is not simple, what does it mean!

Chu Jiu didn't pay attention to the thoughts in everyone's hearts at this time, he just shook his left hand quietly, as if he had done a trivial thing, and said lightly: "In front of me, shouting and killing, are you qualified to be here?" ”

Broken soul, his face was slightly red. But he didn't deny it, because Chu Jiu did still have the ability to teach him a lesson.

"I may not have one, but what if I have another one?" Broken Soul's voice was hoarse, with a piercing killing intent.

Chu Jiu immediately narrowed his eyes and looked behind him.

The little brother of the Netherworld Society behind the Broken Soul had already consciously retreated to both sides, making way out of it. A slender monk, somewhat strangely dressed, no, a lama to be exact, wearing a special robe and a somewhat boat-like hat on his head. Quietly walked over from the crowd, and in his hands, there were also two weird flywheels!

The flywheel was round, the size of a small pot lid, with sharp serrations all around, and it looked like something full of chill.

This lama looks nondescript in his dress, and his figure is even thinner like a bamboo pole! But his bearing is strict and murderous, and it can be seen from everyone's attitude towards him that his status will definitely not be low.

"Amitabha, I have long heard that the Heavenly Sword Chu Jiu once shocked the Northern Underworld and was known as the first sword master! When I saw it today, it really lived up to its name! The lama spoke, obviously not with the accent of the Central Plains.

Chu Jiu's gaze swept at him lightly, nodded and smiled: "The Netherworld Society Quartet Immortal General, the third-ranked Slasher!" It seems that the Netherworld will attack the heavens is fake, and it is true that I will be transferred away from the Chu family! Your purpose is still in the Chu family, right? ”

In the end, Chu Jiu's originally lazy killing intent burst out violently. It's like a calm ocean, and suddenly it rages. The whole person suddenly turned into a dazzling treasure knife, full of awe-inspiring might!

"However, just the two of you, can you keep me Chu Jiu?" Chu Jiu said, and his body rushed forward. The wood-splitting knife in your hand, gently swing down!

Broken Soul's face changed suddenly, his eyes narrowed tightly into a thin line, his body took a step back, and the black knife in his right hand was solemnly handed over.

The face of the slasher over there was gloomy, and at the beginning, he was still very angry at Chu Jiu's ignorance. However, there is a way that experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move.

Chu Jiu just moved, and the trace of anger in his heart disappeared without a trace.

Chu Jiu's knife seems to be unhappy, but in fact, it is the intention of the heart, and the intention is the sword, and it has reached a state of unity of the heart and the knife!

Especially in the blade, the confidence he is full of, as if there is a mountain in front of him, and he can split it in half with a single sword!

This is countless times of life and death, countless victories, countless times of invincibility, and gradually developed a habit, a terrible habit.

Just as naturally as a man can drink water and eat, as long as his blade goes, it is unstoppable!

It is precisely because of the kind of self-confidence that has become as strong as breathing that it has become terrifying.

Chopping has always boasted of himself, and there are few people in the world who can put him in his eyes. But at this time, he had to admit that he was not the opponent of the ninth uncle of the Chu family!

Only when he and Broken Soul join forces can they be able to fight!

As for the victory or defeat, I still dare not say!

However, this does not make him feel fear, in fact, people of their level can only become excited and excited to meet an opponent who can give him full play.

At this time, he let out a long roar, and the flywheel came out of his hand, spinning in mid-air, one left and one right, slashing towards Chu Jiu!

The black knife that broke the soul also greeted Chu Jiu's wood-splitting knife!

The weapons of the three of them collided with each other in an instant!

Although it is slow, in fact, from the appearance of the slash to the time when Chu Jiu makes a move, it is only a few breaths.

Chu Jiu's wood-splitting knife repelled the broken soul and flew two flywheels, but one of his own knives was also broken. However, Chu Jiu didn't pause for half a minute, his backhand was three knives, and the knife was as sharp and sharp as just now!

The broken soul complained bitterly, but he had to deal with it with all his might. After collecting the flywheel, he also attacked.

After all, these two people are also masters of the Netherworld, although they are not as experienced as Chu Jiu, and their attainments in swordsmanship are not as good as him, they are also rare outstanding figures.

The two of them were desperate with all their might, and Chu Jiu wanted to clean them up in three moves, but it was impossible!

What kind of character is Chu Jiu? Although he was anxious and worried about the safety of the Chu family, since he knew that he would not be able to repel the two of them in a short time, he simply put aside all the distractions in his heart, and just wielded the woodcutter in his hand arbitrarily.

In this way, the two of them, Soul Breaker and Soul Slasher, only felt that the pressure doubled, as if they had become a small boat in the waves of the angry sea, and they were in danger of capsizing at any time!

For the sake of their own lives and the mission of the club, they have to grit their teeth and work hard!

The two of them shouted angrily, but they still couldn't break free from the range of Chu Jiu's wood-splitting knife!

Chi Xiaofei and the others over there looked a little stupid. Before here, they would never have imagined that someone would be able to fight the two Immortal Generals alone!

The fight continues!

……

Fan Wei, an ordinary name. A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, he has always had a kind smile on his face, anyone who sees him will not associate him with the Netherworld, let alone imagine that in the Netherworld, under one person, the right handsome above ten thousand people will be this person!

At this time, Fan Weizheng took the immortal general, three hundred reincarnations, and two thousand elites of the Netherworld, and slowly walked towards the Chu family's manor.

Here, the purpose of the Netherworld Society is not only to defeat the heavens, but also to destroy the Chu family and grab that kind of thing. And Broken Soul and the others are just used to attract the attention of the Chu family.

And now, Chu Jiu has been transferred out, and the entire Chu family, the master who can really make him jealous, is only a shadow, and another unknown master.

Shadow, naturally he has to deal with it, as for the other master of the Chu family, with that person's move, naturally there will be no more talk.

Fan Wei gently glanced at the young man who was wearing a black windbreaker and was indifferent like a spear, and there was a faint fear in his eyes!

The young man, with dark pupils, was bottomless. At this time, behind his back, he held a red threaded spear more than a man high in his palms.

He is the instructor of reincarnation, and he is also the young son of the Hades King, surnamed Li, named Debo, nicknamed by people, young marshal!

It is said that when he was very young, he was sent to the killer organization Tricolor Stone for special training, and he has only returned for half a year, and now he has become an instructor of reincarnation.

Those who can control reincarnation are naturally incomparably strong!

Although Fan Wei has never fought against him, he also knows that it will not be easy for him to defeat him!

Thinking in his heart, Fan Wei's footsteps suddenly paused. His eyes lit up suddenly, and the whole person seemed to have suddenly sublimated.

He still had a shallow smile on his face, but that kind air was gone, replaced by a bloodthirsty killing aura.

At the same time as him, it was the young marshal, Li Debo.

And the three hundred reincarnations behind them, the two thousand elite little brothers, stopped silently, and a silent murderous aura suddenly churned.

At the intersection, under a tree, a man was standing.

No one could see what he looked like, because he had a pig's head mask on his face. In the mouth of the mask, a scarlet cigarette was burning gently.

And a head of black hair, in the night, dancing in the wind.