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Chapter 1819 Tongtian Peak, on the stone wall

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    Although the rest of the people have never met each other, everyone is an unrivaled hero who is respected by younger generations.

    Before the dead fat man had time to land, a tyrannical howling sound came from the far sky, everyone was shocked, the sky was endless, and the violent breath came across.

    A mighty man with half a silver mask appeared as if he had torn through the void. After landing, the tyrannical aura forced everyone to retreat!  "You" Ji Wufeng's eyes showed extraordinary splendor.

    This masked young man is the feather guard of the Ji family, loyal to Ji Hongtu, and was sent to protect Ji Wufeng's mother and child.

    But after fighting side by side repeatedly, the two formed a deep friendship, and Ji Wufeng also faintly realized that the identity of this masked youth was definitely not as simple as Ji Jiayu Lingwei.

    After his cultivation level broke through to the realm of sagehood, Ji Wufeng's perception of the bloodline became stronger, and he could sense the power of the bloodline in the masked youth's body echoing with him from afar.

    "Are you from the Nie family?"

    Ji Wufeng asked.

    The masked youth said: "I used to be called Gu Tianzhong!"

    Ji Wufeng immediately understood that this person had the same background as Nie Wufeng.

    The masked youth said again: "Father changed my name to Nie Tianzhong."

    Adoptive father?

    The masked young man no longer called the master, but the adoptive father. Ji Wufeng also instantly understood who the foster father he was talking about was. After all, this Nie Tianzhong was his foster brother, and the two were brothers.

    "If you regard me as a brother, then fight side by side together!"

    Nie Tian said again.

    "Hahaha brother!"

    Ji Wufeng stepped forward and patted Nie Tianzhong's shoulder heavily with his palm.

    Fatty Ma Tianlin also ran over, seeing Ji Wufeng was equally excited. He has been in retreat for the past five years, but he still knows about Ji Wufeng.

    "Are you still alive?" Ma Tianlin said with red eyes.

    "Nimma, even if you die, I'm still alive and kicking, why the fuck do you seem to have gained weight again?

    Not afraid of crushing your wife while sleeping?  "

    Ji Wufeng noticed that Ma Tianlin was not much different from five years ago, but the aura on his body had undergone a mysterious change. It was ethereal but boundless. The power of Taoism and the power of martial arts were not in the same category.

    Just when Ji Wufeng announced his departure, another large group of people rushed over in a dense manner, with great momentum!  Ji Wufeng was a little surprised, the leaders were Nie Zanglong and Yue Kunyang, and there was a young man whose name Ji Wufeng couldn't remember, they were all outstanding young men among their peers.

    Behind the three are not only the disciples of their respective families, but also the disciples of the other eight aristocratic families and the young disciples of the major sects. Although their strength is not too high, they are all elites of the young generation.

    "Respect the Dragon Order, come to eliminate demons and defend the way!"

    Nie Zanglong said loudly.

    Ji Wufeng's heart moved, he knew that the news of the Dragon Order had spread, otherwise, these people would not obey his orders.

    Tongtian Peak, sixteen heads have been dried, it is too horrible to look at!  The nine bodies that were still alive were already dying, and the oil was exhausted. This was the situation Gu Yunfei wanted, and he didn't want them to die. Otherwise, the continuous days of wind and sun would have already killed them.

    "Big smoker, are you dead?"

    Frenzied Knife's voice was very ear-piercing because his throat was too dry.

    His current state is extremely miserable, the right arm holding the knife is gone, even the entire shoulder has been chopped off, and a steel bar pierced through the left chest, nailing him to the mountain wall.

    "Hey, you old knife is not dead yet, how could I walk ahead of you?

    Whatever I say, I will kill you!  "

    Zou Huairen cursed with his head down, half of his face was cut off, his neck was also broken, and he couldn't raise his head.

    "What are you two old fellows arguing about?

    Daoist is asleep, woke up by you fucking, believe it or not, beat you!  "

    A strong old man with a bare upper body cursed.

    A bald man also spoke out, saying: "Smelly Taoist priest, you are quite energetic in cursing people. It's a flashback. Are you going to die soon?"

    "Go to hell, bald donkey, Daoist, I'm still alive!"

    The strong old man cursed.

    "You old dogs are arguing that I'm going to bed, so shut up!"

    Another person cursed angrily.

    "I only know how to quarrel all day long, quarreling with your uncle!"

    "Mr. Li, who are you scolding?  "

    "It's you that I'm scolding!"

    "You try to scold me again, believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

    "You do it, if I can't beat you, I will be your younger brother on Huangquan Road!"

    Sixteen heads, nine bodies with only their last breath left, instead of waiting for death in despair, on the contrary, spitting stars flew around happily, scolding each other like a group of shrews.

    Fortunately, they were all nailed to the mountain wall. If they had good arms and legs, they would have to fight.

    Such a scene made the guards in charge of the Cherry Blossom Temple, the Nine-Headed Insect and the masters of the Holy Court all fell silent, their faces moved.

    What kind of people is this?

    Facing such a desperate situation, he can still talk and laugh.

    A master was upset, and laughed grimly: "It's almost death, why are you arguing?"

    He spoke well, but when he opened his mouth, Kuang Dao immediately became unhappy, saying: "That grandson, what are you muttering about?

    Want to scold the street, don't you?

    Come, come, I will accompany you!  "

    Zou Huairen was not happy anymore, and said: "Grandson, I am a master of scolding, if you want to be scolded, I will let you take care of it!"

    "Nima, we brothers are chatting, why is your grandson interrupting?"

    "Don't you know it's very immoral to interrupt people's chats?

    Grandson, come here and let the Dao master scold you for half an hour!  "

    That master was like stabbing a hornet's nest in an instant. The group of people who were scolding just now turned their guns and all aimed at him, and the spit stars almost drowned him.

    He feels aggrieved, but he can't fight, he has only one breath left, how do he start?

    There is no hope for scolding. These old guys are not only good at fighting, but also at the street. They have been hanging here for many days.  Not the same.

    The master had no choice but to close his mouth in a grievance, and planned to leave, Nima, can I hide you if I can't provoke you?

    All of a sudden, a sharp cold light struck from the far sky, as if cutting through the void, and slashed straight at the master.

    The master was shocked immediately, mobilized all his strength, and punched out.

    Boom!  Fist strength collided with Hanmang, making a violent explosion sound.

    Poof!  It was the sound of blood spurting wildly, and the master's neck was strangely split from the middle, and with the sound of blood spraying, his head slowly fell to the ground.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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