As the downfall of the Republic of China, there was a Taoist priest named Uncle Jiu

From the moment the Black Dragon Society kidnapped Cai Chun and Xiao Meiwu, the Black Dragon Society has become his sworn enemy.

"Huh? The fighting outside has stopped?"

Gu Zhou looked out of the cabin, and almost at the moment he started, another group of people broke into the Black Dragon.

Should not be called a group of people.

but a person.

Sure enough, a tall and majestic middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, full of uprightness and stature, opened the door and walked in holding a two-meter-long, blood-stained copper stick.

The two looked at each other, both stunned.

…………

Pushing aside the corpse under his feet, Huang Feihong frowned:

"Where are the masters of the Black Dragon Society? Are they all scumbags? Are all the masters waiting for me inside?"

…………

Behind him, hundreds of corpses lie on the ground.

However, his brows were furrowed, and his heart became more serious.

Without him.

It went smoothly beyond his expectations.

Buddhas are angry, and Huang Feihong is not a Buddha.

Hearing that Liang Kuan was arrested by the Black Dragon Society, and the innumerable things that the Black Dragon Society had done through his apprentice, he was rarely moved to kill.

After sneaking into the Black Dragon Club, he went on a killing spree.

But when he killed all the minions outside, none of the masters of the Black Dragon Society showed up.

The mountain is full.

Jun Matsumoto.

Wait for the master.

None of them showed up.

He was ready to risk his life.

But the fact made him feel very wrong.

Approaching the door of the cabin, Huang Feihong tightened his grip on the cooked copper rod, and listened intently, only to hear the sound of heavy breathing.

Slowly pushing open the door, Huang Feihong's eyes suddenly widened. Nuo Da's samurai dojo was the same as the outside, with corpses all over the ground.

The difference is that the scenes inside are more bloody and cruel.

Heads, corpses, broken knives, pools of blood...

inside.

There was also a battle.

The masters of the Black Dragon Society are all dead.

No wonder no one showed up.

Huang Feihong suddenly realized, his eyes shifted, he looked at Gu Zhou, and was stunned, the masters of the Black Dragon Society were killed by such a young man?

Is he hallucinating?pill.

Chapter 239 Shikigami War Ghost!

Huang Feihong's face turned pale with astonishment, and his heart felt cold. Among the bones piled up like a hill, there was only one person who was intact and his clothes were not stained with a drop of blood. Looking from a distance, he faintly said two words: "Who is coming? Tell me your name!"

Rumble!

Dire wolves rolled over the sea, and thunder flashed in the dark clouds.

The sound of thunder exploded in his ears, and Huang Feihong woke up suddenly, unable to suppress the turbulent waves in his heart.

This is the Black Dragon.

It was the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society in Huaxia, who was killed by a single person!

"Next, Huang Feihong."

Huang Feihong couldn't help but swallowed, and said solemnly with his hands clasped.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Before coming, he calculated all kinds of possibilities.

But he didn't expect that someone would slaughter the master of the Black Dragon Society.

This kind of strength is simply terrifying.

Since "Six Three Three", he thought that he could be regarded as one of the few masters in the world, but when facing such an existence, his heart felt like a boulder was crushing him.

"It turned out to be Huang Feihong, Master Huang. I have admired you for a long time. I am Gu Zhou."

The coldness in Gu Zhou's eyebrows and eyes slowly disappeared, and his voice was calm: "Master Huang dared to sneak into the Black Dragon, his courage is commendable."

He dared to go to the meeting alone is full of confidence.

Huang Feihong's strength would not be much stronger than Nalan Yuanshu, but he dared to save Liang Kuan, let alone whether he could be saved, this courage is admirable.

There is no gully in front of the tiger.

Cowards are full of hurdles.

The corner of Huang Feihong's mouth twitched, these words sounded like what the elders said to the younger generation.

"Huang's apprentice, Liang Kuan, is in a deep prison. Even if there are all kinds of dangers, Huang will not sit idly by."

Huang Feihong calmed down and said.

Gu Zhou was silent for a moment, then crushed Shanman hard again: "I will avenge Liang Kuan's revenge for him."

"Liang Kuan..."

Huang Feihong's complexion changed drastically, and grief overflowed from his eyes.

"He's not dead, it's just..."

Gu Zhou lowered his head and looked at Liang Kuan who was still unconscious beside him.

Huang Feihong followed Gu Zhou's gaze and his pupils shrank sharply.

Click!

He clenches his fist hard.

Of course, he had seen the two people next to Gu Zhou, but he never thought that one of them was his apprentice Liang Kuan.

"Black! Dragon! Yes!"

Huang Feihong gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Master Huang, you are Liang Kuan's master. How to deal with this culprit is up to you whether to kill or scrape."

Gu Zhou kicked his head all over the ground like he was kicking a football.

boom!

Huang Feihong "blocked the ball" with one foot, then "stepped on the ball" heavily, and cupped his hands at Gu Zhou: "Thank you!"

Bang!

After saying that, he stomped on his head and crushed the skulls all over his head.

The leader of this extreme organization that invades China is too numerous to write down, and the evil Tou Shanman received a boxed lunch.

"Liang Kuan, Master will take you home."

Huang Feihong gently hugged Liang Kuan.

"Master...Master...Father...I... Am I...Dreaming..."

Liang Kuan slowly opened his eyes, his tone of pain intermittent.

"Don't worry, you are not dreaming, Master is here to save you, and Gu Zhou has avenged you."

Huang Feihong took out a needle and pierced Liang Kuan's acupuncture points, causing him to fall into a coma.

Roar!

Accompanied by a deafening, soul-stirring roar, everyone turned their attention to the violently shaking coffin.

"What the hell? What did the Black Dragon raise?"

Gu Zhou frowned slightly.

boom!

The lid of the coffin exploded, and a figure jumped out, wearing armor, every piece of scale armor was dripping red, as if stained with countless blood and wronged souls, the evil spirit was overwhelming.

It is surrounded by black air, rolling and surging, like countless fierce ghosts roaring mournfully.

"My god... this is Toyamaman's shikigami war ghost, but it's just not fully controlled yet."

In the distance, Jun Matsumoto, who was almost ignored by Gu Zhou, spoke in a trembling voice.

The black mist permeates in all directions, the bone-piercing cold, penetrating into the flesh and blood from the skin, and then into the internal organs, causing the blood to coagulate and the flesh to become stiff.

Huang Feihong, Cai Chun, and Xiao Meiwu only felt that there were hundreds of thousands of troops from the underworld rushing forward, brandishing sharp knives to kill them.

"What the hell! Show me your real body!"

Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the roar of anger hit the head.

Crackling!

The lightning chains flew across the sky, instantly clearing everyone of the black mist.

The black mist dissipated, and everyone saw clearly what jumped out of the coffin.

Skull, wearing a grimace mask, holding a samurai sword in the left hand, and a halberd in the right hand, the body is wrapped in a pair of blood-red armor 0......

The armor was tattered, the cracks were like spider webs, stained with blood, entwined with black mist, exuding a strong resentment.

What's even more peculiar is that this person's body is very burly, the skull looks very small, his arms are one thick and the other thin, one muscle is knotted, and the other is as thin as a hemp rod.

Look at the legs again, one is long and the other is short.

The head, body, arms, and legs of this thing come from different places.

hum!

Putting Liang Kuan down, Huang Feihong gave a copper stick and was about to strike.

The next moment, a pathetic and fierce knife light flashed across, tearing the air flow.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

The war ghost was split into pieces in an instant, and became a pile of fragments in the blink of an eye.

Huang Feihong blinked his eyes, looked down at the copper rod in his hand, a little embarrassed.

Originally thought that he would go through another life-and-death fight, but he didn't know that he dealt with this monster lightly.

"Not dead yet?"

Gu Zhou let out a light snort, slightly surprised.

I saw that the scattered armor seemed to be alive, and the black mist squirmed and joined together.

In less than half a minute, the battered war ghost who had been beheaded by Gu Zhou recovered again.

Gu Zhou shot again and dismantled it into eight pieces, squatting down to observe how it was restored.

"My God, every part of the War Ghost is from a general who died in the Warring States War. He died with a strong 5.2 resentment and unyielding. Tou Shanman spent more than ten years and stole hundreds of tombs to make it. After becoming this war ghost, as long as the resentment remains, the war ghost will not die, no matter how many times it is broken, it can be restored."

Jun Matsumoto explained with a humble look.

As soon as he finished speaking, the various parts of the war ghost that had been dismantled by Gu Zhou began to squirm again, and when they were pieced together, the incomplete parts and armor recovered in a few seconds.

"If I still change blood six times, it would be a bit tricky to encounter this thing, but with my current strength, this thing is no different from a toy in my hands."