"Wang Yuetian. You.. You frame me !!"

Hearing Ma Jingwu's exclamation, Wang Yuetian simply tore off all the disguises, he didn't want to have a verbal dispute with Ma Jingwu anymore, so he immediately transported the red blood sword gang, and injected the sword qi into the Netherworld Soul Hook Blade.

Under the injection of the sword gang, the original crimson true qi turned into a wisp of purple flame, as if the legendary netherworld fire from the Nine Hells was haunting the blade of the divine soldier!

Seeing this scene, Ma Jingwu's eyes couldn't help shrinking.

This Netherworld Soul Hook Blade is one of the divine weapons of the Three Peerless Sects, and it was also the weapon used by the Three Peerless Warriors when they were young.

Although ordinary disciples of the Three Peerless Sect didn't know, they only thought that this Netherworld Soul Hook Blade was an incomparably sharp dagger. But Ma Jingwu's grandfather, the master of the Poisonous Hand Hall, once said to him that only the true red blood qi can make this Netherworld Soul Hook Blade exert its true power!

Once the Red Blood Qi is infused into the blade of the Nether Soul Hook Blade, a purple Nine Shadows Fire will ignite. This kind of Netherfire Flame, even if a Jindan Stage cultivator is injured, its wound will be difficult to recover! For ordinary Foundation Building Stage cultivators, a small wound cut by the Netherfire may result in blood loss and death!

At the moment when Ma Jingwu's heart was shocked, Wang Yuetian, who was not far away, was covered in blood and flashed again!

Seeing that Wang Yuetian was planning to fight again, Ma Jingwu somehow panicked in his heart, he instinctively took out a thin piece of silk fabric from his chest, and shouted at Wang Yuetian at the same time:

"Wang Yuetian, if you take another step forward, I will destroy this map now!"

When Wang Yuetian heard this, he was slightly stunned, he looked at Ma Jingwu with some playfulness, and then said:

"Senior Brother Ma, now that you have taken out the map and said these words again, are you planning to beg for mercy from Senior Brother and me?"

Hearing Wang Yuetian's ridiculous tone, Ma Jingwu only felt a wave of anger rushing to his head, but he still endured it and said:

"Wang Yuetian, you killed so many fellow disciples in front of me today, do you think I will let you go? Even if I am willing to let you go, if I am alive in the world, will you rest assured?"

When Wang Yuetian heard this, he smiled and said:

"Since Senior Brother Ma understands things so well, do you have any last words to say before you die? ”

Hearing Wang Yuetian's words, Ma Jingwu's forehead couldn't help but burst into green tendons, but he still endured it and said:

"Wang Yuetian, although my left arm was cut off by Na Mo Jingyun, in terms of martial arts cultivation, I am still far above you. Although you can kill a group of brothers and sisters through the poisonous mist, if you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's not that easy. ”

When Wang Yuetian heard this, he shook his head and said:

"It's not easy, let's give it a try, won't we?"

Hearing this, Ma Jingwu shook the map in his hand slightly, and then said to Wang Yuetian:

"Wang Yuetian, aren't you afraid that I will destroy this map?"

Seeing the map dancing in Ma Jingwu's hand, Wang Yuetian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said mockingly:

"Ma Jingwu, I just suspected that you had a map on you from the beginning. For me, it's good to have a map, but even if I don't have a map, there will be a bigger opportunity waiting for me. You want to tear this map, you just tear it. If you just want to talk this nonsense, then our conversation can be over. ”

Wang Yuetian said, and the Nether Soul Hook Blade in his hand ignited the Nine Phantom Ghost Fire again.

Seeing this, the pupils in Ma Jingwu's eyes shrank, and he said as calmly as possible:

"Wang Yuetian, in a battle for a while, we each have advantages, and no one is sure of winning. If you can help me with a few doubts, I can give you this map. ”

When Wang Yuetian heard this, his eyes narrowed again, and he said:

"What you said is true?"

Ma Jingwu nodded and said:

"There's nothing to fake. After all, in the next battle between you and me, only one person can get out of here alive. Whoever dies in battle, whether it's a treasure or a secret, it doesn't mean anything, does it?"

Hearing Ma Jingwu say this, the Nine Ghost Fire of the Netherworld Soul Hook Blade in Wang Yuetian's hand finally stopped burning, and he said slowly:

"Senior Brother Ma, you can think like this, it surprises me a little. Your words may sound reasonable, but I'm a person who always likes to be safeguarded. Empty words are not convincing to me. ”

When Ma Jingwu heard this, he suddenly waved his left hand and threw the map in his hand to the side.

Seeing this, Wang Yuetian shook his right hand, and with a whoosh, a blue light left his hand!

I heard a bang, and the map towel was tightly nailed to an ancient tree by the Nether Soul Hook Blade!