The Twelve Gates of Heaven

With Jun Tiandang Lan Po behind his back, he stepped slightly and jumped back to Gu Xiaoqing's side.

He nodded slightly at Abel, and then looked to the opposite side with fear.

The person who came was wearing a dazzling red robe and was tall and strong, more than two meters tall!

Carrying it on both hands, there is a strange gray-white mask that looks like a yin and yang fish, but only has the yin fish part.

Two hollow eyes revealed two spots of scarlet, violently emitting evil energy.

Her long hair was disheveled, half red and half white, and her beard was disproportionately black!

"Meet the leader!"

Eight masks and black robes, facing the figure in red robes, acted as if they were kneeling on one knee.

The old man in red robe waved to everyone, and everyone stood up and stood silently behind him.

The old man looked around at the battlefield, which was filled with misery. He smacked his tongue, licked his lips with bloodthirsty and laughed.

"That's right, that's right. He is indeed the number one master under my belt back then!"

Hearing the other party laughing wildly, Jun Tiandang frowned, unwilling to bring up the past.

He immediately responded coldly: "You and I are bound by a piece of paper. We just get what we want. How can we talk about betrayal?"

The old man's eyes narrowed behind his mask, and he stared at Jun Tiandang coldly, without saying a word for a long time.

On the ground between the two of them, two strong winds roared, entangled and torn together.

There was a clear popping sound, and the old man groaned, his chest shaking slightly.

Jun Tiandang, on the other hand, took three steps back, his face stagnant. He had already lost the battle just now.

"Tian Dang."

Gu Xiaoqing was worried and walked up to her husband, but Jun Tiandang waved to indicate it was okay.

When the guards around him saw the state of the family master, their hearts sank.

It was the first time that I saw someone who could defeat the head of the family head-on. I couldn't help but secretly use my skills to prepare for a desperate fight!

"Interesting, interesting. I didn't expect that after not seeing you for several years, you would actually cross that threshold and join the ranks of the Nine Heavens."

The old man in red robe stroked his beard with his right hand and looked at Jun Tiandang curiously.

He didn't expect that someone who could only take ten moves in his hands before would actually impress him today.

"It must be thanks to that chance encounter."

Grinning strangely, the old man in red robe stretched out his right hand and opened it towards Jun Tiandang: "Hand over what does not belong to you. I will make an exception today and keep your body intact!"

"Asshole!"

All the family guards roared in unison. Seeing that the other party was so arrogant and insulting the family leader, they took one step forward and wanted to risk their lives.

Fortunately, Jun Tiandang stepped out and stopped him in time.

Abel has been silent since his previous appearance. Even when facing this strange old man, his expression has not changed, and his expression has not wavered.

It wasn't until the old man stretched out his hand to ask for something that his eyelids moved.

His sunken eyes looked at the old man in red robe, his cloudy eyes were indifferent, he coughed twice, took two steps with a cane, and stood in front.

"Who are you?"

The old man in red robe looked solemn and looked at Abel to ask questions. He felt the slightest threat from it.

"He's just a dying man."

Abel replied indifferently with his body bent, and gently touched the crutch under his hand, "I don't know what grudges the young master has against you, nor do I know the origin of the so-called twelve gates of Qingtian. I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"Today, what I have to do is to settle this grudge."

The voice was low, but it reached the ears of the red-robed old man very clearly, with a firmness to it.

The red-robed old man's breathing stagnated when he heard this, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

It's been so many years, so many years, that I haven't seen anyone dare to speak to me like this.

The old man in red robe laughed loudly, his long hair flying, and he flicked his palm forward fiercely.

A dark red ghost sword appeared strangely in the palm of my hand.

The blade is wide and long, and the blade is red, as if it is watered with blood. At the end of the handle, there is a fanged ghost head, with an open mouth connecting the handle and the blade, with a black blood groove engraved on it!

When the knife came out, the smell of blood filled the air.

Everyone's blood flow accelerated, they couldn't help but want to vent, and their eyes became bloodshot.

The two guards finally lost control and roared, rushing toward the old man opposite with red eyes.

However, before he took a few steps, a cloud of blood mist exploded from his chest, and his body staggered to the ground and fell cold.

Jun Tiandang's eyes turned red, Lan Po groaned softly, and used his Lingding sword energy to force back the blood in the eyes of the other guards.

Gu Xiaoqing didn't have much control. He raised his hand and tapped two acupuncture points, and looked at Jun Tiandang solemnly, communicating that they both understood.

Life and death share the same point, never abandon, never give up!

Abel looked at the scarlet ghost sword of the old man in red robe, and was in a daze, as if he had thought of something.

After a few breaths, I recovered.

He lifted the cane lightly and threw it in the air. He stretched out his thin right palm and patted the handle of the cane.

There was a crisp sword chant, and with a flash of white light, the crutch separated from its handle, revealing a crystal sword body inside.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to use you this day."

Wen Wen looked at the sword in her hand and muttered to herself.

It turns out that Abel’s weapon was in his crutch!

Over there, when the old man in red robe saw Abel flashing his sword, he narrowed his eyes and put the ghost sword on his shoulder.

Hehe laughed and said: "I didn't expect that you, an old man, would actually be at the ninth level of heaven, even higher than that Jun Tiandang."

"It's a pity that your body can't support your performance. It would be nice to have a first stage, hahaha!"

The old man in red robe laughed arrogantly, his long red and white hair dancing like a demon.

Then, the ghost sword pointed at Abel, "Let's change places and let me taste your blood."

Then, he turned to the eight sect masters and shouted: "Jun Tiandang, I will live, and the others will be killed without mercy!"

After finishing his words, he glanced at Abel sinisterly, turned towards the peach blossom forest, and disappeared in a flash.

The eight sect masters got the order and finally started to take action

Everyone silently threw out an iron chain from their black robes. The chain was glowing red, two inches wide and of unknown length. Each chain head had a black iron claw, curved inward, sharp and cold.

Holding iron claws, they stood in a row silently. Under the moonlight, the gray-white masks looked eerie.

The old man in red robe was not here, so Jun Tiandang didn't care what the other person did. At this moment, he was standing behind Abel worriedly, arguing endlessly.

"Abel, let the sky clear and you stay here to take care of me."

Jun Tiandang looked heavy, and Gu Xiaoqing pulled at her husband's sleeves with tears in her eyes.

Abel was silent, and Jun Tiandang felt even more distressed when he saw her. He turned around, hugged his wife affectionately, and headed towards Taolin.

But before he took a step, Abel's skinny hand pressed on his shoulder.

Powerful and full of persistence, the rickety figure slowly walked over and stood in front of Jun Tiandang, smiling happily.

"Young Master, this old slave has served the Jun family for three generations. Now it's time to take a rest. This last time, don't argue with me, an old man."

Step by step, the rickety figure held a sharp sword and stepped past the crowd firmly.

At this moment, he no longer coughed or stooped.

At this moment, Jun Tiandang seemed to see the uncle who taught him how to practice swordsman, Wen Xu correcting his posture over and over again.

"Trapped Dragon Formation, knot!"

At this time, the eight sect masters suddenly attacked, and eight pitch black iron chains pierced through the air with a roar.

Countless darts and hidden weapons were shot from the sky, as well as some colorful poisonous mist.

The blue soul chanted softly, the long whip danced low, the guards screamed, the swords flashed, and the energy surged.

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The surroundings were dark and groggy, and there were bursts of pain on the neck, and in the ears, there were vaguely familiar roars, and the sound of weapons clashing.

I tried hard to open my eyes, but my eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pieces. My throat was blocked and I couldn't make a sound. It was so uncomfortable!

Finally, a shrill roar exploded in the distance. Yuxuan's mind was shaken, his chest and abdomen bulged and contracted, his acupuncture points opened, and he opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

"What happened?"

Looking around in disbelief, I was in an unfamiliar environment.
To be continued...