"Slave ninety-eight, I want to refine this kid into my slave, and everyone else, not one of them will be left alive. The middle-aged man commanded at the young man.

The young man named Slave Ninety-Eight asked with a worried face, "Slave Ninety-Five, for the sake of a slave, our identities have been exposed in this way, in case the matter of the master's substitution is not done, the consequences, you and I can't be clearer." ”

As slaves of the slave road, the two of them have no names, only a code name for distinguishing, the code name of the middle-aged man is Nu Jiuwu, and the code name of the young man is Nu Jiuba.

However, not all slaves do not have names, and in the slave path, only some high-ranking slaves are given names by their masters.

Hearing the so-called consequences, Nu Jiuwu's eyes also flashed with cold light, and his expression was a little dissatisfied but he didn't dare to attack, "Don't worry, this is the rear of Yanzhou, there are very few Yanzhou troops patrolling nearby, the only one who has encountered Yanzhou army patrols for so many days is just a team of a few people, and it has already been solved by you and me, and when the Yanzhou army patrols in the nearby area comes to find here, I'm afraid that we have already finished the main bus and fled, you just do what I say, and I will naturally be responsible for what happens." ”

Nu Jiuba sneered: "You are still a former Yanzhou Army monk, if something happens, just have a responsible substitute for the dead ghost." We are now slaves of the slave road, and if we don't do the master's affairs well, we will all die. Don't forget, we didn't kill the monk who told the news, he might come back when, and after discovering this place, the news will definitely not be hidden, so if we kill the man here, we will have to wait for him to fall into the net. ”

Nu Jiuwu seemed to have a plan and said: "It's okay, if I have one more slave, then the kid who comes back will naturally be killed by my slave, now you can take action and solve these troubles first." ”

"In that case, then I'm welcome, it just so happens that my hands are a little itchy. Nu Jiuba pulled out a big knife from the horse's back, and fell with a sharp slash, and from the tip of the knife in his hand, five white knives surged.

These five knives fell towards five different places, and where they fell, the villagers were killed and injured countless times, and the wooden tables and iron pots were all reduced to pieces.

These five swords are not attacking the patriarch, but attacking the clansmen of Hujia Village.

"Except for the Filthy Realm monk, stay behind, and the others hurry up. The patriarch's eyes were cracked, and he couldn't wait to hate the corpse of the slave ninety-eight, and with a suck of the wind, the big knife that was thrown on the ground by the slave ninety-five fell into the hands of the patriarch.

"Why, you used to be the Yanzhou Army, even if you were reduced to slavery, why did you kill these innocent people. The patriarch asked bitterly.

Nu Jiuba laughed out loud on the horse, "All the innocent are because of weakness, if you are weak, you deserve to die, you don't understand such a simple truth, how did you live to this day." ”

Nu Jiu Eighty-one kicked the saddle, flew up from the Han Blood Red Horse, the knife burned with blazing silver, pulled out a silver rainbow, and slashed towards the patriarch.

However, at this time, the patriarch turned around and retreated quickly, and the long knife in his hand seemed to be because of lack of strength, and the blade dragged on the ground, leaving a deep knife mark on the ground.

Nu Jiuwu was a little surprised, "Drag the knife and cut it, I didn't expect this old man to practice the Mingjin knife method in the Yanzhou army, even if this old man is injured now, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, Nu Jiuwu may not be able to kill him, but it doesn't matter, I will solve this kid first, and then kill him." ”

Just when Nu Jiuba's blade was about to fall on the patriarch's back, the patriarch turned around and slashed back, which happened to be slashed with Nu Jiuba's blade.

Countering violence with violence, the two knives collided together, but Nu Jiuba was shocked and flew out.

"The old thing, with a bit of ability, actually cultivated the Mingjin Sword Technique. The dragging knife is gaining momentum, and the more the poor retreat, the more courageous they become, and my five sabers chase down, but they decline and then exhaust. Nu Jiuba stood up again, with more caution in his eyes.

"But don't be complacent, my five-horse saber just now only exerted the power of four horses, the power of five horses, even if the consummation monk of the Bigu Realm has to divide the corpse of five horses, I see how you can resist. ”

The power of Nu Jiuba's blow just now didn't even use all his strength, and now he injected mana into the big knife again, and the muscles of his whole body suddenly soared, and the armor on his body was also torn open several times by a strange force.

The patriarch slapped his palms on the big sword, and the big blade also shone brightly, "The power of the five horses, is the old man afraid of you, even if your five horse sword method has been cultivated to the level of thousands of troops, in front of my Ming Jin sword method, you can only use ten thousand horses." ”

"What a big breath, the extent of thousands of troops, that is only a monk who has a perfect understanding of the realm can follow, it seems that you should also be a character when you are young, good, very good, the five horses do not distinguish between nameless corpses, you die under my sword, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death, let me die." Nu Jiuba's face did not show any fear at all, but was full of fighting spirit.

The two of them fought together, looking a little evenly matched, and the dozen or so Celestial Realm monks around wanted to wait for an opportunity to sneak attack, but they were easily dodged by Nu Jiuba, and by the way, they also quickly ended up with two of them, so that those Filth Realm monks did not dare to act rashly at all.

Although it is not easy for two monks who are also Mahayana of the Bigu Realm to kill each other, it is easy to solve these monks of the Defilement Realm.

Nu Jiuwu didn't take the battle between the two seriously, he was a monk who had completed the Bigu Realm, and it was not very difficult to kill the patriarch.

"Boy, don't worry, I won't kill you, I'm just letting you be my slave, I know, you definitely don't want to be a slave, but in this world, who really wants to be a slave, it's not forced, others force me, I'll force you, this is the way, the way of slaves. ”

Click.

There was a slight sound from the chain pen, and the blood-colored chains clustered together bloomed like flowers, and the brilliance was dazzling.

"The plum blossoms have bloomed several times, and they should not return. "Nu Jiuwu is like a poet talking eloquently.

In an instant, dozens of blood-colored iron chains rose into the sky like fireworks, and then galloped down like a rain of blood.

The mana of the Perfection Cultivator of the Bigu Realm was extraordinary, and the blood-colored iron chains that fell looked extremely fast in the eyes of the evil self-sheng.

A cloud of fiery red sword qi flew from the Xianyang Sword and collided with the blood-colored iron chain.

Boom exploded, sparks filled the sky, and in that brilliant light, the blood-colored iron chains did not stop, but the whole body was red, as if the iron chains had been burned red.

Dozens of red iron chains fell towards the location of the evil self-generated, and the evil self-growth sword waved, but the figure had already disappeared from the place, and the dozens of red iron chains pierced into the ground together.

Seeing the evil self-reappearance in the distance, Nu Jiuwu scolded angrily: "Bold slave, the plum blossoms on my plum blossom blood chain pen have bloomed, and I still dare to resist, this is a capital crime, and I should be beheaded, but I see that you are a talent, now kneel, I can not blame the past." ”

"What a crime that you want to add, why is there no word, so barbaric, but also in line with the law and human feelings, in the name of justice, worthy of being a barbarian Taoist. Evil Zisheng sneered again and again.

As if he had been poked in the sore spot, Nu Jiuwu's voice became a little sharp, "Master speaks, how can it be your turn to get a slave to interject, it seems that you don't even have the slightest consciousness of a slave, I have to let you understand it well." ”

Dozens of blood-red iron chains rose from the ground from under the feet of the evil self-born, turning over a piece of scorched earth, like a blood cage emerging from the ground, trying to lock the evil self-born in the cage.

There are blood chains all around, and the evil self-sheng looks up at the night sky, and at the top of the blood chain, it is the only exit from the cage.

"The only way to escape at the moment is to fly, and now we can only gamble. The evil self-born eyes were a little resolute.

Space teleportation consumes too much mana, and even if you can avoid the encirclement of the blood chain a few times, you still can't escape at all, and if Edgeworth flies, the situation may be different.

Evil Zisheng no longer hesitated, a mana was quickly injected into the Xianyang Sword, jumping onto the Xianyang Sword, the mana ran wildly, and quickly rose towards the exit above the blood chain.

Under the crisis, Evil Zisheng didn't expect that he would force out his full potential, and the speed at which the Immortal Yang Sword rose was several times faster than usual.

"It's not good, this kid can also use the Dao technique of sword flying, so he can't let him escape. Nu Jiuwu's face changed, obviously worried.

Dozens of blood chains began to close above, wanting to completely seal the exit, but obviously there was no hurry, the length of the blood chain had reached the limit, and when it was closed, the pen column of the plum blossom blood chain pen had also been pulled to the ground.

Evil Zisheng glanced at the people under him, knowing that he was also powerless, and he had already vaguely guessed that the arrival of these two barbarian spies had something to do with the Hu Dao who left a few days ago.

But they probably didn't think that they were not spies, but they lured the spies into the house and caused this disaster.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through the evil self-born mind, and then the mana was frantically operated, manipulating the Xianyang Sword to fly out of the sky.

However, what Evil Zisheng didn't expect was that the Xianyang Sword flew out of the soles of his feet again quickly, but the self on the Xianyang Sword did not move at all and fell from mid-air.

"Yes. ”

Evil Zisheng never expected that he was still too optimistic about his sword's flight.

"It's a good thing that this kid isn't skilled enough to fly, otherwise he would have run away. "Nu Jiuwu is also a false alarm.

Although this plum blossom blood chain pen can attack enemies at a very long distance, but the length of the blood chain also has a limit.

Nu Jiuwu walked to a place, grabbed the plum blossom blood chain pen that was dragged into the soil from the ground, and pulled it hard, and the blood chain buried in the ground was pulled out.

Nu Jiuwu once again put the plum blossom blood chain pen on the ground, and used the mana, and the blood chain that flew out began to slowly retract and turn back into the pen head, and in the end, the blood chain pen head that became slender wrapped around the evil self-generated body, revealing only one head outside the pen head.

Smack.

Nu Jiuwu slapped the evil self-born face twice.

"Cheap things, let you become my slave, it is your great blessing, and you dare to escape, it seems that only by letting you drink the blood ink of the slave can you save my worries." ”

Nu Jiuwu touched it from his sleeve and took out a square inkstone, which was the size of a palm, and was taken out by Na Nu Jiuwu at this time, which was obviously not simple.

Nu Jiuwu bit one of his fingers, and then he didn't know what was written in this inkstone.

In the end, he shook the inkstone, and when he brought it to the evil self-sheng, there was already a layer of black-red thick ink in the inkstone, which was thicker than blood and thicker than ink.

"Drink it, and you can become my slave, and if you don't drink it, I'll kill you now. ”

Although he didn't know what was strange about this ink, he thought it had something to do with what he said about becoming a slave, and he couldn't drink it.

As if guessing that the evil self-born would not drink the ink honestly, Nu Jiuwu reached out and grabbed the evil self-born mouth, and pressed it gently, but squeezed the evil self-born mouth open.

"Now, I can't help you. ”

However, at this moment, a sharp sword suddenly stabbed towards Nu Jiuwu, it was the Xianyang Sword that was secretly manipulated by Evil Zisheng.

Although this sword flew away, it was still under the manipulation of the evil self-generated, and the reason why the evil self-born was unwilling to escape before was that he wanted to use the Xianyang sword to fly into the dark and suddenly cast cold arrows.

And now, it is the most lax moment for the slave ninety-five.

The speed of the flying sword assassination was extremely fast, and it was launched at such a short distance, even if Nu Jiuwu noticed it, it was impossible for him to have time to react, and the mana armor would not have time to open.

Evil Zisheng waited for a long time, and even let this slave Jiuwu slap him twice and didn't resist, just for this moment.

Nu Jiuwu's left hand trembled, and the inkstone in his hand fell to the grass, his angry eyes still admired the evil self-generation at this time.

He grabbed it back, pulled out the Xianyang Sword from the back of his head, and slammed it to the ground, stomping on his feet.

"I didn't expect that a Hinayana monk in the Bigu Realm could stab me with a sword, but unfortunately it was still a little short. ”

Evil Zisheng also secretly screamed that it was a pity, the Xianyang Sword was assassinated from behind, and it was really difficult to stab Nu Jiuwu's heart and dantian, so Evil Zisheng could only choose to assassinate the back of Nu Jiuwu's head.

However, what Evil Zisheng never expected was that the head of this slave Jiuwu was extremely hard, and the blade of the Xianyang Sword only pierced half of the tip of the sword, and it did not completely kill this person at all.