Spitfire finally saw the face of the comer, the "guy" who often wore half an iron mask, as powerful as the stars in the sky, that familiar voice he didn't dare to forget, and he couldn't forget, for a while, there were mixed feelings, countless emotions surrounded his chest, and finally shouted hoarsely:

"Master....Master...."

The comer kicked Spitfire again, Spitfire felt that his ribs were about to be broken by his "teacher", and he was in pain for a while, and shouted urgently: "Matchless, Matchless~"

"Hmph, boy, did I tell you that you are not allowed to call me master, you have forgotten all my teachings?" Wushuang picked up Spitfire from the ground with one hand, and carried him to him like a burlap bag, the half of his face that was not covered by the iron mask, his expression was fierce and unfathomable, and the other hand pinched Spitfire's chin and looked at him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boy, did I tell you that the Yellow Spring Eye should not be easily revealed, have you used it many times today?"

Spitfire was speechless when questioned, in addition to having no strength, more of a sense of fear for Wushuang. He remembered that he didn't know how many times he had been beaten by Wushuang and bruised all over his body. That memory started six years ago and is still unforgettable.

"I can give you the Yellow Spring, and I can dig it out!" Wushuang threw the flying fire to the ground again and looked at him coldly, "I haven't seen you for two years, you are still so weak, have you exercised well in the past two years?"

Feihuo propped himself on the ground and coughed violently, and replied intermittently, "I have followed the teachings, and I have devoted myself to cultivation for two years, and I have not taken on any Tianzi-level tasks. Of course, the ranking in the organization, too~"

"What?"

"Fell to the thirteenth~~" Feihuo didn't dare to look up at Wushuang, for fear that taking one more look would attract a burst of punches and kicks, and he felt his body tremble when he thought about it.

"You're not even as good as the 'Chi Twilight' who used to play tricks? I didn't let you take the task because your kung fu foundation was too poor, and it would be too embarrassing for me to die. You're concentrating on cultivation, and your kung fu is still last?" Feihuo couldn't help but be startled, ready to be beaten, but Wushuang didn't start beating him.

"Well, I'm already free, and the things in the organization have nothing to do with me, and I don't expect much from you anyway!"

Several flying arrows shot out of the dense forest, and Wushuang just moved his fingers slightly, and the incoming arrows broke into several pieces in mid-air. The pursuers of the Jinghai Gang finally caught up and fired arrows at all the living creatures dozens of feet away.

"I still have something to ask you, I'll come when I go!" Wushuang disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and Spitfire couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and struggled to his feet.

"Hall Master, I just saw something running out!" said one of the gangsters.

"You don't need to say this kind of thing~" Peng Hui just wanted to speak, but his eyes couldn't help but widen, and at some point, the head and body of the gang who spoke were different, and even the blood in his neck had not yet gushed out. Half a time later, the blood of the unlucky gang gushed out of the headless neck, and then fell straight down.

At this time, the moonlight was bright, and Wushuang was in the middle of the woodland with his back to Peng Hui and his party, and he easily carried the head of the unlucky man with two fingers. With the breeze, the head kept swaying gently.

The comer was silent, but it shocked the audience, and dozens of gangs were so shocked that they didn't dare to speak.

Peng Hui forced himself to compose, but the hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily. He roared, waking up the gang present, "What are you still doing in a daze, release the arrow!"

The crossbow gang woke up in shock, raised the crossbow machine and pulled the crossbow machine at Wushuang in the middle of the woodland, and in an instant, dozens of crossbow arrows surrounded Wushuang. Wushuang didn't move, and gently threw the unlucky man's head to the ground, and countless crossbow arrows stopped in mid-air as if they were frozen.

No one could see what was going on, only to see a burst of crossbow arrows flying wildly, and the crossbow arrows that had been shot turned back and shot through the necks of the crossbowmen mercilessly, killing dozens of crossbowmen on the spot.

Peng Hui didn't expect such a situation to happen, the strength of the person who came was simply unimaginable, and even the leader of the Jinghai Gang might not have reached this realm.

His hands were shaking, what kind of monster was that, with only internal force could kill dozens of people on the spot.

"You~ Who the hell are you?" Peng Hui couldn't help but shout, he forced his composure, and sent the remaining dozen axes around him to meet the enemy. One of them was afraid to step forward, and was split in half by the out-of-control Peng Hui.

Wushuang turned around and walked towards Peng Hui lightly, and the remaining dozen or so sword and axe men rushed towards Wushuang in horror.

Wushuang just walked slowly, and during this time, countless figures seemed to flash out of him, but his figure was as steady as Mount Tai. After countless shadows flew, the knife and axe hands who rushed out one after another, clean and different, and the way of death was surprisingly consistent, it was like some kind of bad taste.

"Don't underestimate me!" Peng Hui shouted, using his peerless "fast sword", and rushed towards Wushuang in a hurry.

However, his lightning-fast speed seemed to Wushuang to be as slow as a snail, and Wushuang turned his body slightly sideways, and Peng Hui pounced on him without any difference. Peng will be furious and use all his strength, but he can't hurt him in the slightest.

"This is what you call a 'quick sword'?" Wushuang said coldly.

Peng Hui finally saw the appearance of the comer, the comer was dressed ordinarily, and even felt a little shabby, he did not carry any weapons on his body, half of his face was covered with a silver iron mask, and the other half of his face was hideous, and he looked a little terrifying.

The "half of the face" actually laughed fiercely, looking even more terrifying, Peng Hui didn't see his movements clearly, his sword-holding hand was cut off to the ground in an instant, and he didn't even have time to feel pain.

"No, that's what 'fast'!"

Wushuang was still walking slowly towards Peng Hui, Peng Hui was so frightened that he didn't even shout, he actually kowtowed to Wushuang, "Uncle, uncle, the little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, there is a lot of trouble, please spare the little one's life!"

"Dashan Hall, what a bad name, today you, the master of Dashan Hall, will also do a good deed!"

"You can call me Wushuang, the unparalleled Wushuang in the world!" he patted Peng Hui on the shoulder and walked past him.

Peng Hui suddenly remained motionless, and it wasn't until Wushuang walked out a few feet away that Peng Hui's head rolled off his neck. And his body remained in a kneeling position.

"How dare you ants hurt my apprentice!" Wushuang couldn't help but say that he slipped his mouth and shook his head to himself, "Forget and forget, how can a contemptible person have such a weak apprentice.."