Chapter 384: Then I'm going to chop off your hand

"Damn, the sword intent of this sword slave has gone up to the next level!" Zhu Ba saw the Nine Tribulations Death Sword Formation, with a foaming star in his mouth, and said this with some indignation.

"What, you want to be cheap with him?" Gao Quan deliberately lengthened the tone of the cheap word.

"Get out!" Pig Eight kicked Gao Quan's ass hard, and suddenly Gao Quan flew into the air.

"It's a good feeling for Nima. In mid-air, Gao Quan's howling voice was heard.

"Nine Tribulations!"

The sword slave pointed at the sword array, and suddenly all the surrounding death intent gathered, and in an instant, it gathered to the fingertips of the sword slave, forming a small black sword.

The sword slave's eyes flashed, and he whispered a word in his mouth, and suddenly the Nine Tribulations of Death Intent, like a huge wave, beat wave after wave, and slapped towards Zhao Ze.

Zhao Ze's eyes were cold, "Brokeback Mountain!"

As soon as Zhao Ze said this, the monks who were watching the battle in the distance suddenly fainted.

Damn, when is Du Nyima, still playing Brokeback Mountain, real Nyima is funny.

Hey, this weird man is really Nimado, why is he here, and it's the same time!

At this time, Gao Quan's body fell from the sky.

"Haha, it turns out, it turns out, it turns out that there is a girl in the sky taking a bath!"

Gao Quan gently patted Zhu Ba's shoulder, and said these words with some filial piety, but more of an excitement.

"Really?" Zhu Ba's eyes narrowed and glared at Gao Quan, "Then do you want to do it again?"

Hearing this, Gao Quan's little face suddenly changed color.

"What, whose panties are these?"

At some point, this Gao Quan had already penetrated into the group of monks who were onlookers and began to show his stealing skills.

As soon as Zhao Ze's Brokeback Mountain magic power came out, the five volcanoes actually merged into one, and Jin'er turned into a strong man.

The fiery red strong man raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the two burning eyes glared at the sky, and suddenly countless fireballs fell one after another.

"Nine Tribulations!"

"Die!"

For this scene, the sword slave sneered and began to attack frantically.

If you don't die in battle, you fall in battle.

This is the style of the sword slave.

Everyone could see it clearly, and a monstrous rage was surrounded by the rolling waves one after another, and then the angry man began to let out a mournful roar like a beast trapped in a well.

"Great!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ze immediately muttered to himself, and then made a series of runes, gathering them into a huge rune, injecting it into the angry man, and suddenly the flames were shining, as if countless sealed fire dragons had been released.

The angry man opened his teeth and claws, spitting out a fire dragon more than 30 meters long to break free, and the scene was terrifying.

"This son has some means, but it's a pity that he has encountered a more domineering opponent. Someone in the crowd spoke.

"Fourth Prince, do you mean to say that the disciples of the Hell Gate are going to be defeated?"

"It's not that it's going to be defeated, it's already defeated!"

"Defeated!"

As soon as this person's voice fell, he saw Zhao Ze snort, and suddenly a mouthful of essence blood flew out, and then Zhao Ze's black hair was burned by a strange fire.

"Oh my God, this hell gate has failed again?"

"What is this?"

"The Hell Gate is connected to the thirteen cities of the Great Qin Kingdom, but I never thought that in this Zhengtai City, I would bend my waist again and again. Alas, it seems that it is really thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi!"

"What do you say, what will be the final outcome of this?"

"Needless to say, in this Zhengtai City, it must be the hell gate that has the last laugh. Otherwise, how can this hell gate continue to attack the city!"

"Makes sense. However, haven't you heard that the Great Qin Kingdom's neighbor, the Shenlong Dynasty, has sent rescue troops?"

"Rescuers, do you mean those contestants who participate in the Buddha Fate Meeting once every ten years in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple?"

"That's right, it's them. ”

"Come on, those yellow-haired children who have not dried up, I'm afraid that they don't have the strength to have that heart. ”

“......”

Just as everyone was talking, Zhao Ze's body was suddenly poked in two by a crutch. The blood stained the sky, and the corpses were all over the field, which was unbearable.

The robed old man who was holding the dragon's head crutch grabbed it with one hand, and suddenly the dragon's head crutch was in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and two flames flew out and attacked the sword slave directly.

The sword slave snorted, and was almost burned by the fire, and at this time, the nine swords came to his body, making a defensive state.

"We never need waste at Hell Gate. Who's going to fight next!" said the robed old man with the dragon head crutch coldly.

They have been preparing for the Hell Gate for hundreds of years, and finally it is time to see the light again, but now they never thought that they would lose face in this Zhengtai City, if this spreads, it will inevitably affect the morale of the front line.

He is not allowed to appear in such a scene, let alone under his own hands.

In fact, with his strength, if he makes a move, he will definitely be able to kill the other party within three breaths, but in this way, the people of the world will definitely laugh at the hell gate that there is no one, and this is exactly what he is worried about.

If it comes, the success rate will increase several times.

For his thoughts, even if others are not clear, Baililang, the fourth prince of Daluo Kingdom, is clear.

In addition, Zhu Ba is also clear in his heart.

Seeing that the sword slave was injured, Zhu Ba was suddenly furious, he strode forward, and his body appeared strangely beside the sword slave like electricity.

"You take a break, and I'll take care of the rest. Dare to hurt my brother, that's the rhythm of death. "Zhu Ba's eyes are like pillars, and the words are like mountains.

The sword slave was unconvinced in every possible way, and wanted to make a move, but was forcibly held down by Zhu Ba.

"Ya, Gao Quan!"

Zhu Ba shouted, Gao Quan heyed, and appeared next to him. It's just that he is holding a piece of roasted sweet potato in his hand and munching on it happily.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I can tell you, this sweet potato is very strong, it is very sweet when you first eat it, and it clears your throat and moistens your lungs when you swallow it, it's just an artifact for bubble girls to scold, do you want to try it?" Gao Quan flowed with a hala, and handed the roasted sweet potato to Zhu Ba first, and then saw that Zhu Ba did not react, and handed it to the sword slave again.

It was only then that Gao Quan seemed to find out that the sword slave was injured, and he took a bite of the sweet potato, and pretended to be surprised and said, "Damn, who is it, who is it, who scratched you...... Ah, it looks like a fierce woman!"

"Sword slave, tell me, how did you get arrested instead of molesting a woman from a good family?"

When the sword slave heard this, his eyes were suddenly full of anger, and he wanted to trample Gao Quan to death.

"He's over to you. Zhu Ba said coldly.

Then he went into battle.

"Damn, Lao Tzu wants to provoke your hell gate, who dares to fight!"

His voice, like thunder, resounded through the sky and reached everyone's ears.

After listening to it, people can't help but be stunned, in awe and confused!

"This pig is too crazy for Nima. ”

"Even if he's a troll's talon, it's too ......"

"Damn, it's just the rhythm of death. ”

"Alas, what's the matter with so much, there's such a good show, let's just watch it. ”

"That's right, you say, who will win in the end?"

"Needless to say, it's hell gate. Didn't you see it just now, the old man in the robe just glared at him, and injured the madman with the nine swords on his back, and based on this alone, there is still any doubt about the outcome of the victory. ”

"That's right, after all, this is the old den of Hell Gate. ”

“......”

Except for the whispers of onlookers in the distance, the people of Hell Gate were silent.

"What, are you scared?" At this time, the old man in the long robe holding the dragon head crutch spoke coldly.

As soon as these words came out, one person immediately responded to the battle.

"I'm coming!"

This man has a donkey's head and a human body, medium height, and a pair of donkey eyes that are very large.

"Damn, Nima is too scary. Zhu Baha laughed, pointed at the donkey-headed man, and was about to burst into tears.

"Zhu Ba, today my Wu Lang is going to kill you Liwei!"

Wu Lang's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly made a move.

Surprisingly, he actually used a sword. An iron sword that looks very shabby.

However, this iron sword seems to have magic power in his hand, and the power of a sword is enough to cry ghosts and gods.

"Oh, this sword is enough. For some reason, looking at the sword, Zhu Ba actually had a sense of déjà vu.

"Less nonsense!"

Wu Lang swung his sword and slashed, although that set of swordsmanship seems to be disorderless, but it integrates the stunts of various sects, and can kill a demon general in the later stage of the old monster in one move.

"What is the origin of this Wu Lang, and what layer of Hell Gate is he a disciple of? Why have you never heard of it?"

"Why is this sword technique so sharp?"

"Wu Lang, do you mean that he wants to be a blockbuster?"

“......”

A sword slashed, like lightning, although it was said that Zhu Ba dodged in time, but still cut off the corners of his clothes.

There are plum blossoms embroidered on the corners of the clothes, which are slowly falling at this time.

This scene was clearly seen by everyone.

The sword slave on the side, Gao Quan, and Feng Ling, all mentioned their hearts in their throats.

"Hell Gate deserves to be Hell Gate, it seems that this time Pig Eight is dead!" someone said.

"I never expected that this generation of madmen, Zhu Ba, who made a fuss in the immortal cultivation world some time ago, would be so weak!"

"Hey, there are really people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky. ”

"I really don't know how the prestige of this pig eight came about, it seems that it is hype again. ”

"Alas, I really answered that sentence, and the three of them became tigers. ”

"In this way, after today, the reputation of this martial artist will spread all over the world. ”

"Oh my God, wouldn't the prestige and cries of the Gates of Hell be even greater. ”

“......”

"You're ruining my clothes!" Pig Eight grabbed the embroidered corner of the clothes in his hands with one hand, and then sewed them back onto the clothes with a spell, "Then I'm going to chop off your hands." ”

said that it was too late, it was too fast, Zhu Bayi patted the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly the rainbow sword with the sword soul arrived in his hand. As soon as the rainbow sword came out, the sound of the sword suddenly sounded four-fold, like the neighing of ten thousand horses, which made people feel frightened!