Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

Gu's backyard.

A young man with white hair stared at the sky and sighed: "Sure enough, we still have to rely on us!"

Another purple-clothed young man was lying on the roof and said disdainfully: "After all, Gu Jianmen is one of the eight sons of Beili. Yan Bietian is just cruel and can't take on the responsibility..."

"If we had stopped the coffin at the beginning, it wouldn't be so troublesome." The white-haired young man sighed.

"Let's go!" A steady voice sounded, and the two turned their heads and saw five people in black cloaks jumping into the backyard.

The leader was a thin but burly old man with a pair of pale and skinny hands hidden under the cloak.

"Elder." The two young men shouted at the same time, but they still remained lazy, lying on the roof, half dead.

"Let's go." The black-clothed elder said nothing more and led everyone to the front yard.

From the high place opposite the Gu family, you can directly see the scene of the front yard.

A young man holding an umbrella was watching the scene in the courtyard, his eyes fixed on the black-clothed boy.

Suddenly, he said to the young man with two mustaches behind him: "Forget it, let's go."

"Why go? Look at the long street, four of the eight young masters of Beili are guarding a group of dying people, why don't we go and kill one or two of them?"

The young man with two mustaches played with the short knife in his hand and said jokingly.

"Listen to me, let's go!" The man holding the umbrella was very decisive. He secretly touched his thigh, the wound that had not healed yet:

"Didn't you see the Danhua hand just now? That's from the Wen family!"

The man holding the umbrella thought of the little medical fairy and shook his head. The former wife of the head of the family, the Wen family member named Wen Luojin...

The man with two mustaches also felt a chill in his heart when he heard this, and followed the footsteps of the man holding the umbrella obediently.

On Longshou Street.

Lei Mengsha saw the sleeve arrow and said in a deep voice: "Sure enough, that guy is right. There is someone behind the Yan family."

Young Master Mo Chen said: "It should be the group that robbed the coffin."

"No, we have to help him!" Young Master Qingge said anxiously.

"Forget it, just help that guy keep an eye on these people, and your identities are not suitable, I will go." Lei Mengsha stared at the Jianghu masters on the street who were red and itchy, and secretly said:

"This kid is really cruel and vicious. Fortunately, he gave him a sip of wine before going in, otherwise..."

"Tsk, the eight young masters of Beili, four of them are here?" The man in black holding an umbrella walked on Longshou Street.

Lei Mengsha looked at them and his face sank: "Dark River!"

"We are quite famous!" The mustache turned the short knife in his hand.

"Ghost holding an umbrella!" Lei Mengsha glanced at the man holding an umbrella in black, and then looked at the man playing with a knife: "Undertaker."

Young Master Qingge frowned: "Did Gu Jianmen look for you?"

"No, my ghost holding an umbrella was scared by a boy in black." The undertaker laughed, "Can't you deal with these people?"

Looking at the martial arts masters who kept grabbing their bodies on the ground, the undertaker smiled: "The eighth young master of Beili is just like that."

The ghost holding an umbrella glanced: "These people are poisoned, how about we help you kill them?"

"No, lest the boy in black cause trouble for you." Lei Mengsha smiled cunningly.

Hearing this, the ghost holding an umbrella said calmly to the undertaker behind him: "Let's go!"

In fact, his legs were a little painful.

In the Gu Mansion.

The four black-robed men who suddenly appeared jumped up, as if they were in an empty space, and beat the people of the Gu Mansion away one after another.

The white-haired swordsman held a jade sword and faced Gu Jianmen directly, and the purple-clothed man also attacked.

Yan Bietian followed behind them, but at this moment he found that the jade bottle that had just exploded had turned his palm purple.

"Humph, I expected that with Yan Bietian's ability, he could not kill my brother at all." Gu Jianmen sneered: "So it was you behind it."

"Kill him!" The black-robed elder did not waste any words and gave the order directly.

"Cousin, don't you help Gu Jianmen?" Baili Dongjun bumped Wen Jiutian's shoulder.

"I have no relationship with him, why should I help him?" Wen Jiutian frowned.

"But I think Gu Jianmen is quite pitiful." Baili Dongjun whispered.

Then Sikong Changfeng also said: "Brother, who did Miss Yan ask you to kill just now?"

"Yan Bietian!" Wen Jiutian said indifferently.

"Sister kills brother?" Baili Dongjun suddenly frowned: "So fierce!"

"Yes, I'm proud of myself!" Wen Jiutian smiled: "First kill Yan Bietian, then kill Yan Liuli."

"Baili Dongjun, is the word 'kill' in cousin's name serious?" Sikong Changfeng patted Baili Dongjun on the shoulder.

"Is there anything wrong?" Baili Dongjun was about to say something to Wen Jiutian, but he disappeared.

When he appeared again the next moment,He had already rushed to Yan Bietian's side, he pulled out the Blood-Crying Demon Knife and poked Yan Bietian's knife.

"You three against one, isn't that a bit unethical?" Wen Jiutian raised his eyebrows.

"Boy, you ruined my good thing. No matter who you are today, I will make you suffer a little." Yan Bietian raised his knife and chopped.

The white-haired man looked at the purple-clothed man and frowned: "Who is this man?"

"I don't know him!" The purple-clothed man poked Gu Jianmen's sword and said to the white-haired man: "I'll go kill the one who's in the way."

The white-haired man nodded.

"Oh, one is not enough, come with a pair?" Wen Jiutian laughed.

At this time, seeing the purple-clothed man take action, Yan Bietian felt a little relieved.

Because the moment his knife was poked, he felt that he was no match, because that knife was very heavy.

The purple-clothed man jokingly said, "Boy, I don't care who you are, you'd better run away quickly, otherwise don't blame my sword for being ruthless."

At this time, the focus was on Wen Jiutian, the purple-clothed man and Yan Bietian.

"Changfeng, do you think your cousin can win?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"I have never seen the purple-clothed man's swordsmanship." Sikong Changfeng said, "but my cousin's knife has a force, it's terrible!"

"How terrible?" Baili Dongjun frowned.

"I have only seen it in my life." Sikong Changfeng sighed with envy: "But he held back."

"Young man, didn't your mother tell you that you can't be strong when doing things?" The purple-clothed man said disdainfully.

"I don't have a mother!" Wen Jiutian frowned.

"Where's your father?" The purple-clothed man asked again.

"I don't have a father either!" Wen Jiutian smiled: "But I can be your father, Xiao Zi! "

"What did you call me just now?" The purple-clothed man's face darkened.

"Xiao Zi! I think you talk too much nonsense!" Wen Jiutian raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Bietian, "I'm sorry, my uncle, I promised your sister that you will die today!"

The purple-clothed man frowned: "You are the one who wants to die, so don't blame me for being rude."

Yan Bietian was stunned, and then cursed: "Then let's try, you die and I die! "

The two raised their weapons, and the momentum rose rapidly.

Wen Jiutian smiled slightly, and the Bloodshed in his hand trembled, and his whole body suddenly shone with golden light.

A righteous spirit burst out from his body.

Then, the Bloodshed Demon Knife in his hand also shone with golden light.

Wen Jiutian stepped out, leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

The blade light flashed.

The Bloodshed Demon Knife returned to the sheath.

Yan Bietian lowered his head, he looked at his lower abdomen, raised the knife in his hand slightly, but put it down again.

He raised his head again and looked at Wen Jiutian in disbelief: "You..."

He didn't finish his words after all.

A gap appeared at the waist, and the upper body slowly slid down. Strangely, there was no blood flowing out of the half body.

Bang....

Bang...

The two bodies fell to the ground.

"That...that kid's knife! "Lei Mengsha rushed in at some point, and after seeing the knife just now, he couldn't help but sigh.

The whole audience was silent, no one could have thought that it was just a knife.

Sikong Changfeng was dumbfounded: "Only... one move?"

"Yu Ji, retreat quickly!" The white-haired man who was fighting with Gu Jianmen suddenly shouted.

And the black-robed elder, but screamed: "Kill him!"

The purple-clothed man called Yu Ji had not yet recovered from the shock. When he heard the reminder, he felt a knife force pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe, "It was actually a knife force!"

"Too slow!" Wen Jiutian smiled: "Since you are here, you want to leave without bleeding?"

"Wen Jiutian, get out of the way!" Lei Mengsha shouted.

But at the same time, the black-robed elder, the white-haired man, and the other four black-robed men all rushed in one direction.

Bai Li Dongjun!!