At this time, Wang Zi Qiao was restrained, and he did not have true yuan fluctuations, so from the outsider's point of view, he was at most a fifth-level peak cultivation, so the prodigal son of Iga did not take Prince Qiao in his eyes.

Seeing Wang Ziqiao looking at the person behind him motionlessly, the corners of Iga Prodigal's mouth rose, and he smiled: "What? Boy, are you going to see how powerful my Iga Gate is? Okay, I'll tell you the truth, you're not qualified enough, get out of here now, otherwise, I don't mind teaching you a lesson on behalf of Miss Junko! ”

Wang Ziqiao touched the bridge of his nose and walked out.

Junko Matsubara was puzzled, and looked at the back of Prince Qiao with a solemn expression.

Wang Ziqiao looked at the two sixth-level masters of the Iga Gate, and did not make a detour, but walked straight over, raised his hand, and said, "Get out of the way!" ”

Seeing this, these two sixth-level people frowned, their eyes flashed with murderous aura, and they lined up at the door and did not give way.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that at the moment when Wang Ziqiao approached the two, a blue sword light suddenly appeared.

Yes......

The two exclaimed.

It's just that at such a close distance, it is impossible for them to dodge at all, plus it is a sneak attack, and Wang Ziqiao's blue sword slid lightly through their necks.

It's elegant and doesn't take away a single snowflake.

The two of them were blocked by Wang Ziqiao's sword, and they retreated one after another, grabbing their necks with an unwilling expression, but spitting blood in their mouths.

The others were stunned, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Especially the prodigal son of Iga, his eyes widened, staring at the second elder who was blocked by a sword without blinking, and his brain was blank.

Scold......

With a sword sound, Prince Qiao turned around, and the long sword fell on the neck of the prodigal son of Iga very elegantly.

When the coldness of the neck came out of the senses, Iga suddenly woke up: "You? You? ”

"Tell me, what are you doing here?" Prince Qiao asked calmly.

"You? Who are you? ”

"I'm just Junko's personal bodyguard, what? Any questions? Wang Ziqiao replied.

Feeling the threat of death, Iga Honko gritted his teeth and looked at Junko Matsubara: "Junko Matsubara, what do you mean by this?" Are you going to start a war with my Iga sect? ”

With a smile on her cheeks, like a cherry blossom in full bloom, Junko Matsubara stepped in front of Prince Joe, hugged Prince Joe's arm, and said to Iga Prodigal: "He is my man, I am his slave girl, of course, he will protect me, do you understand now?" ”

The prodigal son of Iga looked at Prince Qiao again and said, "Who are you?" ”

"You should have answered my question!" The tip of the prince's sword thrust forward again, piercing the skin of the prodigal son of Iga, and the blood slid down with the tenacity.

"You can't kill me, I'm the young master of the Iga sect, if you kill me, no matter where you flee, you will be hunted down by my Iga sect! Hurry up and let me go! The prodigal son of Iga roared.

"You still don't understand the crux of the matter, it's not you who threaten me, it's me who threatens you! I'll give you a chance, though, to see if you can come up with some real threats! Wang Ziqiao said indifferently.

"My Taizu is the Supreme Elder of the Iga Gate, a mid-to-late seventh-level cultivator, if you don't let me go, he will definitely kill you, not only that, but he will also kill the Shura Gate and wipe out the Songbara family from this planet!" Iga's prodigal son's tone was extremely cold.

"Anything else? There's only one level seven? Prince Joe's eyes narrowed.

"More than one, of course!" The prodigal son of Iga seemed to have strong confidence, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't think that if you kill two sixth-level people, you will cause much damage to our Iga Sect, there are ten sixth-level masters of my Iga Sect, two seventh-level ancestors, a well-deserved super sect, how can a person like you imagine it?" Iga replied.

Wang Ziqiao paid attention to the fluctuation of the color outside Iga's prodigal son's body, and found that what this guy said seemed to be telling the truth, and the two seventh-level were a little difficult to do, but it didn't mean that it couldn't be done.

The long sword pushed into the flesh little by little, seemingly slowly, but extremely fast, Iga Prodigal's body trembled, his mouth foamed at the blood, and he looked at Wang Ziqiao in disbelief.

Retracting the long sword, Wang Ziqiao shook his gaze and looked at the other two Iga Gate disciples, both of whom were at the peak of the fifth level.

They didn't dare to move just now, but now that they found out that the young master had been killed, they didn't dare to stay anymore and flew away.

Prince Qiao stood still and did not move, and with a shake of his hand, two sword qi spread out, splitting the two of them in half.

The silence was extreme, and all the maids bowed their heads, their bodies trembled, and they did not move, although they were Shuramen's people, they were also afraid that Wang Ziqiao would kill people.

"Okay, just do what you have to do, don't say anything about this matter, of course, don't take it too seriously!" Prince Joe withdrew his sword and waved his hand.

Junko Matsubara glanced at the corpse and said, "Master, I'll take you to another room!" ”

Prince Joe nodded, and together with Junko Matsubara, left the hot spring house.

……

Prince Joe crawled on the edge of the bath, and Junko Matsubara lay on the back of Prince Joe, rubbing his shoulders with both hands for Prince Joe. The full snow mounds are also on Wang Ziqiao's back, constantly pushing and moving.

"Master, this matter, as soon as dawn is likely to reach the Iga Sect, and the Demon Sect should also hear the news that Taiyi has died, these two super sects, how do you deal with it?" Junko Matsubara asked.

Prince Qiao forced his eyes, feeling the soft snow mound of Junko Matsubara, and a strange thing was circulating in his heart, he turned over and hugged Junko Matsubara's arms, letting her pill on his shoulder, while his hand was already holding a huge mass, and it felt soft and greasy......

He was very calm, as if he was not fiddling with a woman's snow mound, but a work of art, white as jade, which was the most beautiful thing in time.

Prince Joe did not answer Junko Matsubara's question, but lowered his head and gently kissed Junko Matsubara's snow-white neck.

Junko Matsubara's posture rose slightly, full. The mounds of snow stood up, and the throat kept murmuring.

Wang Ziqiao's lips slowly moved down, came to the top of the snow mound, and gently squeezed one of the jade beads.

"Hmm......" Junko Matsubara shuddered violently, and grabbed Prince Joe's skin with both hands.

Prince Joe also added force to the snow mound, so that it constantly changed its shape, and was occasionally pressed into a depression, buried in it......

His two hands had already grasped Junko Matsubara's fat buttocks, and gently placed them on his crotch, and the straight thing burrowed into Junko Matsubara's body little by little......

"Ah......h

"Hmm...... The master ......" Junko Matsubara grabbed Prince Qiao's shoulders hard, her nails almost sank into the flesh, and her waist was slowly moving along with Prince Qiao's arms.

Wang Ziqiao sat up straight, wrapped his arms around his small waist, hugged it hard, and pressed it tightly against his lower abdomen, but his cheeks were buried in the snow-white snow mound......

At this moment, he didn't want to think about those questions anymore......