The four old grandmasters walked down the mountain without hurrying or slowing.

"There are really no ambushes around, and there are no hidden masters. As soon as he got off the mountain, the old sect master of the Bagua Immortal Array Sect said to the rest of the old sect masters while nibbling on the apple in his hand.

"And what is their purpose?" asked Jian Dubu with a frown.

The old lord of the Confucian Mansion smiled: "It is very likely that they intercepted us on our way back." If you come here, you will be safe, you have lived for so long, and you have lived enough, and you are not afraid of death for a long time. ”

"Do you remember the scene when I assassinated you thirty years ago? I didn't expect that after so many years in a blink of an eye, we would be on the same line, facing a common enemy. Thorn Wuke squinted his cold eyes and smiled brightly.

The old mansion lord shook his head slightly: "I didn't hold a grudge against you in the first place, believe it?"

Thorn Wuke looked at the gentle smile of the old man in the Confucian shirt, smiled, and nodded: "If it were someone else, I wouldn't believe it at all, maybe I would kill that person again, but Mr. said so, I believe it." ”

Finally, the four of them nodded to each other and said goodbye.

At the foot of Luofu Mountain, the old master of the Bagua Immortal Array Sect was walking forward, walking at a distance of tens of zhang in one step, when suddenly he stopped, took out another apple from his arms, and began to gnaw on it.

"The old fairy master, I'm so interested. A figure slowly descended from the sky.

"How delicious are the apples, Your Excellency taste them?" The old master took out a big red apple from the shabby gossip robe, and gestured to hand it to the visitor.

The person who came said lightly: "I am a demon clan, and I have never been a vegetarian. ”

"Is the Northern Wilderness Demon Ancestor in person, or the eldest disciple of the Demon Ancestor?" the old sect master asked lightly.

"Below is the second disciple of the Northern Desolation Demon Ancestor. ”

"Look down on me so much......" The old grandmaster sniffled and bit the apple in his hand fiercely.

"Enough for you. ”

"Really?"

"Nine grades hit the peak of eight grades, is it enough?"

"It's quite enough. ”

The old grandmaster smiled, took another big bite, ate the apple in his hand, and then casually dropped the apple core to the ground.

Luofu Mountain then shook, a peerless array appeared, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the mountain shook. A clear Tai Chi Bagua appeared out of thin air between heaven and earth, and that huge Bagua kept spinning, tearing through the space like a vortex......

In a section of the river basin of the largest river in Kyushu, the Tenjiang River, an elderly man walks with a sword on the surface of the rolling river. The sound of the waves is rolling, and the sword qi is bulging.

Suddenly, the old man no longer moved forward with a swift sword, but paused, holding the long sword at his feet in his hand.

In the upper reaches of the river, there is an old man in a white coat who slowly descends in a flat boat in the rapids.

"The sword is alone! The old man is here!"

The old man who supported the boat looked up to the sky and laughed, and then his demonic aura soared into the sky, stirring the earth and the sky with black clouds.

"It's you?!" Jian Dubu asked disdainfully with the purple sword aura in his hand.

"I lost to you back then, you chased and killed me for nine thousand miles, a few years ago I absorbed a high-grade spiritual vein from a sacred mountain that was close to the best grade, and my strength skyrocketed, and today is the death date of your horseman!" The old demon responded coldly, and when he stepped out, the river suddenly stirred up huge waves.

"It's useless to talk too much, the old devil will die!" "Jian Dubu laughed, "Nine thousand miles with one sword!"

When the old devil saw that it was the same move again, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he shouted: "Isn't it the sect master of the Immortal Sword Sect? What conceit did you have when you were young? Dare to oppress me! Suffer death!"

As soon as the old grandmaster's sword was handed out, he suddenly frowned, and with a dexterous turn, he dodged the short sword that appeared in front of his forehead out of thin air.

"There is no celebrity shadow in the Northern Wilderness Empire, and I have visited the old master. The middle-aged man who appeared out of thin air in the void clenched his fists and greeted lightly.

"The peak of the eighth rank plus a ninth grade? What about the old man's sword, I haven't drunk blood for a long time!" the old sect master laughed happily twice, "The Nine Heavens of the Solitary Sword Technique!"

In an instant, all the spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles suddenly turned into a sharp sword qi, and the endless Tianjiang also stopped for a few breaths.

Countless sword qi slashed the heavens and the earth, and these sword qi, which were almost the hardest and most incomparable in the world, all pointed at those two comers, and frantically surged towards those two people like a storm.

There is a plain in Zhongzhou, which is one of the five major plains in Zhongzhou, and there is a legend that there are several peerless sword immortals who have fallen here since ancient times, so it is called "Fallen Immortal Plain".

In the sky above the Fallen Immortal Plain, there was an old man in black robe who was hurrying away against the wind.

Although Thorn Wuke does not have the cultivation of the Nine Grades, he can still continue to walk in the air with the ultimate body and light skills in the world.

His eyes always maintained a faint killing intent and strong vigilance, this is a habit that he has developed over the years as an old killer and old pavilion master of the Thorn Dome Pavilion, he has killed many people in this life, and he has almost been killed many times. The Thorn Dome Pavilion has always been trustworthy in doing business, and every time it receives a task from an employer, it will be completed. Even if he, the old pavilion master, stepped out in person, it wouldn't matter. As long as you collect the money, you will do things well - this is what the disciples of the Assassin Wuke have been teaching for many years must say before their murderous skills.

He thought of his disciple who loved rivers and lakes and didn't like to kill, and shook his head helplessly. The disciple was so talented that he named him "White Night Walk" and had great expectations for him, but he disappointed him more than once.

Thinking of this, Thorn Wuke scolded helplessly and weakly: "A killer who doesn't like to kill, what kind of killer is a dog!"

Phew!

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly turned sideways, and then a slight cracking sound brushed his face.

He was almost about to be pierced through his brain by that sharp weapon and died on the spot.

The line between life and death.

But that "almost" will never be without. Because he is the best and most powerful killer in the world, he will not be assassinated by others. Unless there is a killer who is stronger than his killing skills, or a legendary powerhouse at the peak of the nine grades appears, crush him with absolute strength.

"Interesting. Thorn Wuke squinted and sneered, and his anger and murderous intent suddenly surged up.

He slowly put on the black robe and hat that he wore before killing every time, and then took out a small dark red dagger from his sleeve that had accompanied him for nearly a hundred years.

"When did a killing master of the Nine Rank realm appear, it's interesting and interesting. Let's get started on this hunt...... Thorn Wuke licked his lips with his tongue, and his figure suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth.......

Kong Yuan, the old lord of the Confucian Mansion, walked without hurrying or slow, and did not walk against the wind, nor did he shrink into a ruler to show his body.

When he arrived at a town, he entered the town and stopped at one of the town's liquor shops.

The liquor store is full of people, and it seems that business is good.

"Little Er, serve the wine!" the old mansion lord shouted with a light wave of his hand.

"Eh, guest officer, the wine is coming!" Xiao Er put a sweaty towel on his shoulder, and then walked over with a smile and put the wine down.

"Guest officer, a pot of wine is not bargaining, five copper plates!"

"Hmm. Good. The old mansion lord nodded, smiled and took out ten copper plates from his sleeve, and said, "Give me another pot of bar." ”

"Okay, guest officer, you use it slowly, and the second pot of wine will be served to you immediately!" Xiao Er nodded and left with a smile.

Kong Yuan picked up the wine jug, lifted the lid of the jug, poked his head over, and sniffed the wine in his hand with his nose, "I haven't drunk wine for many years...... I can finally have a good taste today. ”

"When will the old mansion master of the Confucian Mansion learn to sit still?"

A loud voice came from the sky, and then a middle-aged man with a domineering look came from the sky and landed lightly beside the wine shop, looking at the old man who was drinking.

Kong Yuan, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt, did not change his face, he still sitting, raised the wine jug in his hand, drank the wine in a big gulp, and then said with a calm smile: "The Demon Ancestor of the Northern Wilderness is here, and the battle is not small. ”

The Northern Wilderness Demon Ancestor, who was seen through his identity, was not surprised that this scholar, who was not too old for him, could see through his identity at a glance, but smiled faintly: "I will personally send you on the road, which can be regarded as worthy of your identity." ”

Between the two of them, although the tone was extremely flat, like two old friends who had not seen each other for many years, it was like thunder in the sky for those Jianghu drinkers and the people of the whole town who were drinking in the wine shop.

The old lord of the Confucian Mansion?

These two people are well known to the world, and everyone present at this time can't care about any face, they all kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and then staggered and fled in a hurry.

In the end, the wine shop and even this town, only these two people remained.

The old mansion lord drank a pot of wine, and then asked the demon ancestor if he drank wine, the demon ancestor shook his head, and the old mansion lord drank the second pot of wine as well.

"A pot of wine costs five copper plates, but it can't be wasted. ”

The old mansion master wiped his mouth after drinking, and the demon ancestor on the side was not in a hurry to make a move, he gave the last trace of dignity to this scholar.

"What, do you want to return your hand to me for a while?" the Demon Ancestor looked at the "young" scholar who stood up after wiping his mouth after drinking.

"I have lived for thousands of years, and I have seen a lot of Tianjiao, you can be regarded as able to enter my eyes, and I can give you a decent and happy death. The tone of the Northern Wilderness Demon Ancestor seemed to be undoubted and domineering,

It's as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, and the ordinary one was like pinching an ant to death.

The old man in the Confucian shirt smiled faintly, his hands behind his back, his thin body, and wide sleeves could not hide the strong body, the proud body of a scholar.

"Two pots of wine are down, and I am a little drunk. The old man in the Confucian shirt burped and looked around, "Presumably the people in the town have all withdrawn." ”

"When is it, do you still care about those ants?" the Northern Wilderness Demon Ancestor shook his head slightly, "You're full of wine, it's time to send you on your way with one punch." ”

"Wait a minute. ”

"Huh?" The Northern Desolation Demon Ancestor's expression remained unchanged, squinting at the scholar, and he decided to give the scholar a few more seconds to live.

"One punch, if I can stop you, you can't strike again. How?"

"Hehe, okay. The Northern Desolation Demon Ancestor smiled, without disdain, only incomparable confidence and an unstoppable, invincible look.

After laughing, he didn't move, just reached out his right hand and threw a punch. The legendary-level cultivation of the peak of the ninth rank shook the world in an instant, and at this time, the monks of the upper third-grade realm in the entire Zhongzhou felt a palpitation.

This is the legendary power of the peak of the Nine Pins, the unity of heaven and man, and even people have already stepped on the sky, and the ultimate power of the pinnacle can destroy all enemies.

Rumble!

The people outside the town all stared blankly at the disappearing town in front of them, and then they found that a huge bottomless hole had appeared in the place where the town was located before, and they looked at each other.

They might never know that the punch of a Ninth Rank Peak Cultivator could destroy all the vitality within a radius of tens of miles.

They wouldn't even know that there was an elderly scholar who saved them with such a powerful punch with his life.