The rain was still falling outside, rustling the hard stone ground beneath his feet.

Syllable... Syllable...

Ming Jiutian stepped into the rain one by one, and every step would make a splash.

Smack...

The figures of the void flow fell to the ground, and the eight figures were encircled, surrounding Ming Jiutian in the middle.

The two old men who had appeared before were also there, the old eight were seriously injured and his face was pale, and the one who looked a little older also had some injuries.

The eight scattered people arrived, and the eight people released a faint true element at the same time, isolating the rain, and the formation could be described as full of aura.

On the other hand, Ming Jiutian, let the rain beat on his body, let alone resist, he didn't even take a small flower umbrella, it looked very casual.

"You are the Ming Jiutian who made the Tenth Realm lose face? Looks pretty average, isn't it?" the figure standing in the middle snorted.

The first to speak was an old man in a purple robe, with gray hair and a very majestic facial features.

"You and I are ordinary people in the world, nothing is ordinary, I don't know how many of the eight scattered people you are?" Ming Jiutian said, took out the mixed yuan chisel and touched it in his hand.

"It's a good sentence, the whole world is an ordinary person, the old man Nie Zhenyi, the head of the eight scattered people...", the very majestic old man said calmly.

Ming Jiutian's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't imagine that the first of the eight scattered people was stronger than he imagined, and he was afraid that he had reached the realm of the late stage of Supreme Taiyi and even the Great Perfection.

"Tang Xiaoyi..."

At this time, the red-robed old man next to Nie Zhenyi bowed slightly, and he could be regarded as saying hello.

Seeing that Tang Xiaoyi, who was the second in line, had also finished his introduction, and Weng Zhuyi was on the left, but he was just about to speak, but he was interrupted by Ming Jiutian.

"You forget it, next..."Ming Jiutian was completely incomprehensible, and didn't give a chance at all.

"..........................." Weng Zhuyi.

"Mu Qingyi..."The fourth of the eight scattered people also bowed their heads.

"Shuimei Yi..."The only woman among the eight scattered people, ranked fifth.

"Wu Yuanyi..."

Next are the seventh and eighth who were kicked and stabbed by Ming Jiutian before.

It's just that these two people are obviously haunted by the previous duel, and they don't want to talk at the moment.

"They are also ranked among the eight major scattered people, seven like idle clouds and wild cranes, and the only one is Zhuyi, a green head who likes to meddle in things, and it's really different..."Ming Jiutian rolled his eyes and said.

"..........................." Weng Zhuyi.

"The affairs of the third child's family, we have also heard a little, if today we are scattered people to besiege a junior, this word is not good, it is better to let the third child go first but take care of the housework, and then discuss it, I don't know what to do?" Nie Zhenyi, the head of the Eight Great Scattered People, proposed.

Listening to Nie Zhenyi's proposal, Ming Jiutian was also stunned, the eight great scattered teachers came out of the same family, and they have always been in the same spirit, and it is indeed a bit unexpected to be able to make such a decision.

"It doesn't matter, it's just that everyone shoots together, can I say anything?" Ming Jiutian shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Little bastard, dare to speak out..."

Weng Zhu immediately jumped out as soon as he heard this, he had indeed been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Seeing that Weng Zhuyi had already decided to make a move, the other seven of the eight scattered people chose to retreat very tacitly.

Although these seven people broke away from the battle circle, they were still surrounded in a circle, and it was obvious that even if Ming Jiutian really won in the end, they would not escape the situation of being surrounded.

Sou...

At this time, Weng Zhu moved, his wrist flipped over, and a long sword flashing with a faint cold light slashed down with great force, and the target pointed directly at the head of the Nine Heavens.

The speed of the Supreme Taiyi Realm is extremely fast, but what is puzzling is that Ming Jiutian didn't seem to have the intention of making a move when he stood in place.

It's close... It's closer...

Seeing that Ming Jiutian had no intention of moving, the other seven people were also puzzled, obviously not understanding Ming Jiutian's true intentions.

While...

Seeing that Weng Zhuyi's sword was about to slash at Ming Jiutian's head, the Mixed Yuan Hammer suddenly appeared, which was able to block the oncoming sword.

No one looked at how Qingming Jiutian made a move, everyone only felt that their eyes were slight, and the right hand holding the Mixed Yuan Hammer appeared.

Just when Weng Zhuyi felt stunned, Ming Jiutian's figure flickered, turned to the right, and at the same time, his left hand held the mixed yuan chisel and stabbed out, heading straight for Weng Zhuyi's left lower abdomen.

"Third brother, retreat..."At the moment of crisis, the sixth Wu Yuanyi did not estimate his identity, and directly reminded him.

Weng Zhu stomped on the ground with his right foot when he heard this, and with this force, he decisively retreated backwards, and his reaction was not unpleasant.

Ahh

Because Weng Zhuyi was reminded, and his reaction was indeed not slow, so Ming Jiutian just wiped Weng Zhuyi's waist and punctured his coat.

Although this was just a fight, between the lightning and flint, it also exposed the terrifying attack methods of Ming Jiutian.

Weng Zhuyi, who was lucky enough to pick up his life, also looked at the torn clothes in his abdomen with a frightened face after stabilizing his body.

He didn't understand that the junior who was chased and killed by him in the past ran for his life and relied on others to fight to the death to escape, but today he can pose such a serious threat to him, carefully calculate how long it has been?

"Third, hand-to-hand combat seems to be this kid's strong point, you have to be careful..."The second Tang Xiaoyi joked.

You must know that Weng Zhuyi is named after hand-to-hand combat in the Tenth Realm, and although the second child's words at this moment sound like a reminder to him, they are extremely harsh in his ears.

Weng Zhu, who couldn't accept the reality, heard this, his face instantly turned ugly, and the long sword in his hand shook and rushed over again.

Weng Zhuyi's speed was indeed very fast, but Ming Jiutian's speed was even faster, and he lifted the Mixed Yuan Hammer flat, and just hit it straight up.

Feeling the lightning speed of Ming Jiutian, Weng Zhuyi was shocked in his heart, and at the same time, he also strengthened the idea that the long sword in his hand was an inch long and an inch strong.

Bite...

An extremely crisp sound of gold and iron resonance came, and Weng Zhu found out that he was wrong, although it was explained that Jiutian wielding the Mixed Yuan Hammer was just a simple upward stroke, but with the powerful power of the Mixed Yuan Hammer, it was easy to bounce off the power of the long sword in Weng Zhu's hand.

Just when Weng Zhu was stunned, he only felt a gust of wind passing in front of him, and the next moment the mixed yuan chisel in Ming Jiutian's hand stabbed over.

All this happened very suddenly, and when he was in a dilemma, Weng Zhuyi could only hastily pour the true yuan into the palm of his left hand to resist the power of the mixed yuan.

Burst...

The mixed yuan chisel in Ming Jiutian's hand directly pierced Weng Zhuyi's palm, but due to the protection of the strong true yuan, it was not pierced at the first time.

Call...

Originally, Weng Zhuyi planned to take this opportunity to backhand a sword, but the Mixed Yuan Hammer in Ming Jiutian's hand smashed it again before him.

Weng Zhuyi had no choice but to withdraw from his back in order to get rid of Ming Jiutian's entanglement.

But who would have thought that all this seemed to be as expected by Ming Jiutian.

As soon as Weng Zhuyi retreated, Ming Jiutian turned his body short, and a rolling gourd turned over, and then attacked Weng Zhu three ways.

Such a continuous offensive completely exceeded Weng Zhuyi's expectations, and he could only retreat in a hurry.

Burst...

The kind of hand-to-hand grappling that Ming Jiutian displayed was completely beyond Weng Zhuyi's cognition, and in a panic, he was directly pierced through the ankle of his right foot by the mixed yuan chisel in Ming Jiutian's hand.

Burst... Burst...

Just this one blow disrupted Weng Zhuyi's rhythm, and Ming Jiutian took this opportunity to stab Weng Zhuyi's right leg from bottom to top again, and Weng Zhuyi's right leg suddenly bled like a torrent.

"Ahh

After leaving three blood holes in a row, Weng Zhuyi couldn't help but scream in pain.

Weng Zhuyi grabbed his bleeding right leg and staggered back two steps, barely stabilizing his body in a hurry.