Eighteen bachelors, looking at the name of Wen Crepe, in fact, this is not the case.

Eighteen people, when they were young, fought with Feng Jiuxiao in the Jiuli Mountains, and every battle must be bloody, so they were called Eighteen Blood Warriors by the people at that time. Later, the Heavenly Wolf Palace had already occupied a place in the Jiuli Mountain Range, and Feng Jiuxiao also became the palace master of the Heavenly Wolf Palace, and the family business gradually became larger, and the eighteen blooded warriors also went into hiding.

After so many years, few people have seen the Eighteen Bloods strike again. And with the passage of time, the Eighteen Bloods also became the current Eighteen Scholars.

Although Feng Jiuxiao is a martial artist, he is extremely envious of the kind of people who are ethereal and dusty in Zhirutang, and over time, he acquiesced to the title of Eighteen Bachelors, and even he himself began to call these people Eighteen Bachelors.

In order to deal with Wu Qiutian, he actually let the eighteen bachelors who had not been out of the mountain for a long time go into battle, and this time Feng Jiuxiao seemed to have made a bloody investment.

"Mr. Qiu, save him. Demon Moon pleaded.

Mr. Qiu squinted his eyes: "Don't worry, someone hasn't made a move yet, what are we anxious about." Let's see, this kid isn't that vulnerable. ”

Demon Yue was a little relieved, since Mr. Qiu was not worried, then it was useless for her to worry.

In fact, Mr. Qiu was also extremely worried in his heart, but he had to wait for the person who sealed the Qi Qi Sect Spirit in Wu Qiutian's body to come out. He entered the Witch Hatred Heavenly Divine Consciousness to investigate, and the soul coercion emanating from the old ghost of the instrument spirit, even he didn't have absolute confidence in sealing it, but that person could.

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For the sake of Wu Qiutian's safety in the future, he had to wait for the opportunity.

The remaining purple-clothed people retreated one after another, and eighteen people with different looks appeared in front of them. Kong Qiuyi stood beside Wu Qiutian, staring at a pair of bull eyes and constantly looking at the eighteen old men on the opposite side.

The wind moves, the clouds move, the heart moves, and the people don't move.

Feng Jiuxiao opened his mouth: "Do it!"

The person at the head had no eyebrows, and his thin body was wrapped in purple clothes: "Big brother, the child at the peak of the ground level, there are not enough eighteen people joining forces, and I am enough for one person." ”

Feng Jiuxiao knew the mystery of Wu Qiutian, and he didn't dare to hold it up, and said loudly: "Although he is only a ground-level cultivator, he has a lot of powerful spiritual treasures on him. Do not take it lightly and go together. ”

The old man without eyebrows bowed his head slightly: "Big brother, the eighteen blood warriors have the dignity of the eighteen blood warriors, please fulfill the eldest brother." ”

Feng Jiuxiao's face was cloudy, and he said for a long time: "Be careful." ”

The old man without eyebrows strode forward, the wide cuffs rippled slightly in the wind, and the plants and trees changed color in one step, as if they had withered after a lifetime; two steps were repeated, as if the wind and rain were coming; and in three steps, the outer cultivation of the formation was lowly and spit blood, as if life was being held in his hands.

The two people in the formation felt particularly strongly, Kong Qiuyi was a little better, he just couldn't stand it, and Wu Qiutian was miserable. Even if he silently recited the soul suppression technique in his heart and desperately tried to stabilize his soul, he still felt that the three souls and seven spirits were about to be stripped away, and the witch breath in his body became an ownerless thing and scurried around.

A palm was waved, mixed with the momentum of thunder, like the collapse of a mountain, like a river flooding. The two were dozens of feet apart, but Wu Qiutian flew up in the air, his body smashed on the edge of the formation, and was bounced back. And so on three times before he fell to the ground.

At this time, his body was completely red with donated blood, his chest was only slightly undulating, his hands and feet were constantly twitching, but his eyes were closed, like a person who had faked his death.

Kong Qiu was furious, and the small black sword hovering above Wu Qiutian's head flew up and fell into Kong Qiu's hand, the two swords combined, and the sword light was conjured, and the black sword and the giant sword came out of his hand, and the sword qi enveloped the earth. The sword was extremely sharp, like a small knife, slicing the old man's robe into pieces.

The old man without eyebrows snorted coldly: "If you show your deity, maybe you and I can fight, but it's a pity that you are just borrowing a human body, wanting to fight with the old man and looking for death!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!" Seeing that he couldn't help the old man without eyebrows, Kong Qiu let out a low roar in his throat, and the two swords separated again, turning into curved sword light, and piercing the old man in front and back, left and right.

The old man was slightly moved: "The sea of blood is boundless!"

After a loud drink, red smoke began to appear around the old man, and the smoke condensed into blood water little by little, and soon, the blood water wrapped the old man in it.

The momentum of the ten thousand sword lights was extremely powerful, but as soon as it touched the blood water, the sword light immediately became much weaker, and each sword was completely eclipsed.

Kong Qiu spat out a mouthful of black blood, clutched his chest and half-knelt on the ground, and the double swords automatically returned to his side, and the sword body was full of pitted and scars.

Wu Qiutian was lying on the ground, his eyes were full of fortitude, and Kong Qiuyi let out another roar: "Ten thousand swords are one!"

The two swords stood up directly like zombies, and then rushed towards the Eyebrow Dao Man without a single move.

"I can't help myself!" the old man without eyebrows flicked his fingers, flicking the small black sword away, and then kicked out with one kick, kicking the other sword away.

Jia Mingda in Kongqiu's body was at a loss, and this body imprisoned his abilities. Just when he wanted to have a three-dimensional battle with the old man without eyebrows, a voice came from the crowd: "Feng Jiuxiao, with so many thunder tribulation masters to deal with a few juniors, you are really thick-skinned." ”

Hearing the voice, many people looked at the person who spoke up, but it was an old man in black. His emaciated face looked like a corpse that had just been dug up from a grave.

Kong Qiuyi and Wu Qiutian above naturally saw it, Wu Qiutian looked at Kong Qiuyi with some doubts, and Kong Qiuyi also looked at the thin old man in black with some doubts.

The thin old man is not the black-clothed old man who seals Wu Qiutian's body to help, but a different appearance. However, Kong Qiu is sure that there is a certain relationship between the two.

Feng Jiuxiao's face was extremely ugly: "Old ghost Wu, are you Wumen people sincere and can't afford to live with the Heavenly Wolf Palace, last time it was Wu Batian's old Wang Ba who came out to save this kid, and now it's you Wu desperate to come out to save people." Is it true that I am a bully in the Heavenly Wolf Palace, and I can't make a war with the Heavenly Wolf Palace?"

The thin old man who was called Wu Desperate laughed and said, "Feng Jiuxiao, if you dare to call him a bastard in front of my senior brother, then I really admire you." Don't talk about these useless, the people of the witch gate protect the shortcomings, although we have been out of the witch gate, but what we have learned is taught by the ancestors after all. He is the hope of the Wumen, so as long as you are a member of the Wumen, it is impossible for you to hurt him in the slightest. ”

Saying that, Wu Desperate looked at Wu Xianyun in the same direction meaningfully, although his eyes did not fall directly on Wu Xianyun, it made Wu Xianyun tremble.

Feng Jiuxiao said angrily: "Since you know that you are no longer a member of the Wumen, why do you have to take care of the affairs of the Wumen." I was entrusted by the witch sect to attack this kid, and now that the feud has been settled, let me stop, impossible. ”

Wu Desperate smiled, flew into the air, and with one hand, he stretched the formation out of a hole.

Go up to the sky and look down on the earth: "Wumen, is there still a Wumen? Without the Heavenly Witch Ancestor, the Wumen is also called the Wumen? Although we old guys have gone away, we have always been the descendants of the ancestors. He is our little junior brother, do you think we can ignore it? I knew that you old boy would not give up, this time all the disciples of the Nine Shadows Palace came, but they didn't enter the Heavenly Wolf City. Didn't you say that my senior brother is a bastard, and that bastard will come over later. If you dare to touch a single hair of my little junior brother, we old guys will level your Heavenly Wolf Palace today. ”

Feng Jiuxiao's face was cloudy: "You really want to do such a desperate job?"

Wu Desperate sneered: "You don't want to look at what my name is, can't you call Wu Desperate!"

"Old ghost, you forced me. Feng Jiuxiao took three steps and rushed directly in front of the old man without eyebrows. Eighteen purple-clothed men followed, all of them taking out their sidearms in their hands.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, Wu desperately smashed a jade plate, a red flower bloomed in the air, and hundreds of black-clothed people appeared in the bushes outside the Sky Wolf City for no reason.

These black-clothed people are athletic, each of them has a heaven-level cultivation, and most importantly, they are wrapped with gray gas, which is the witch breath that comes out of their bodies.

Because the disciples of the Wumen have found a different way and the exercises they have learned are different, they practice faster than ordinary people. However, Wumen disciples cannot directly improve their cultivation with the help of external forces, and they can only temporarily improve their cultivation with the help of magic weapons, which has become a disadvantage of Wumen Gongfa.

There were so many disciples of the Wumen who could fight all of a sudden, and the most surprising person was not Feng Jiuxiao, but Wuqiutian, who had been expelled from the Wumen for several years. You must know the situation when he was in the Wumen, the entire Wumen cultivation was the highest level, but I didn't expect that there were so many talented people here.

In fact, he thought too much, at least he couldn't see what kind of cultivation the middle-aged man who was following Wu Xianyun now, he was also the existence of the peak cultivation of the ground level, and he couldn't see this person's cultivation, which meant that this person's cultivation was definitely above him.

Therefore, it was because he did not stay in the position of the master of the sect for a long time, and there was no ancestral spirit, so the hidden forces of these witch sects did not appear.

"Well, the more you come, the better. Feng Jiuxiao said arrogantly.

Wu Desperate frowned: "What kind of bad is you old boy hiding, how do you feel like we have jumped into a trap ourselves." ”

Although Wu Jiming was restless, he also knew that Feng Jiuxiao would not tell the truth. The truth has reached this step, and it is already difficult to ride a tiger, so he can only quietly wait for reinforcements to enter the Heavenly Wolf Palace.

"Feng Jiuxiao, if you dare to move my Wumen disciple, you can be ready to confer the head!" A figure rushed in the distance.

Wu desperately sent it in his heart: "Feng Jiuxiao, it's too late for you to regret it now, I don't want to pay attention to the dispute in the Wumen God Emperor Valley, and you don't want to kill him." ”

Mr. Qiu said suddenly: "It seems that few of these people can walk this time." ”

Demon Yue looked into the air suspiciously, and sure enough, a smug smile had already appeared on Feng Jiuxiao's face: "What I am waiting for is your words, today, I will let you old beasts have no return." ”