Wu naturally refers to force, literature means strategy, control and analysis of the situation in the martial arts world, and some unknown things.

"Is it made by Fengyun Palace?"

"I'm not sure yet, I've collected...the evidence is insufficient."

"Seven Star Gate obeys the order!"

The old witch sat upright, majestic and formal.

"Sect Master!"

"From now on, the Seven Star Gate will no longer exist."

"All soldiers and horses will be surrendered to the Double Holy Gate, including property and everything."

"Sect Master, you..."

"Just follow the order!"

"yes!"

The old witch gasped and looked at Chen Bufan, "Boy, use my last little power to help you."

"I hope you can spread your wings and fly high and stand in the Palace of Shangwu."

Chen Bufan focused on the key points.

The old witch smiled and said, "I'm going to find your master."

Then, he looked at Gan Jiangjian's neck.

"laugh!"

Blood splattered on the ground, and there was still steaming hot.

"Sect Master!"

Everyone in the Seven Star Gate knelt on the ground.

Chen Bufan looked at the dead bodies on the ground, feeling complicated and mixed feelings.

This woman lived in loneliness for the first half of her life and hatred for the second half.

Will one day be happy?

Perhaps the time spent with her master was her best day.

Chen Bufan's qi and blood were weak, so he held his forehead, his eyes turned dark and he fainted.

The matter of the Seven Star Gate is decided.

It has come to a perfect end.

Although the process has life and death and is extremely risky, the ending is still good.

night!

Chen Bufan slept for a long time, and he had a full afternoon.

I dreamed of my master and my wife. Although I had a vague impression of my master and had passed away when I was very young, his kind face and a faint smile patted his shoulder in the dream.

Quite comforting.

The picture changed and it was replaced by an old witch.

Chen Bufan's forehead was covered with sweat, and the life-and-death battle seemed to be over, and a new round of struggle began.

"Bufan, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you having a nightmare?"

A beautiful figure gently said.

Holding a clean towel and wiping your forehead.

"Hop!"

After a moment, Chen Bufan sat up.

"Oh, I'm scared."

Nangong Xiaoxiao patted his chest, "Are you awake?"

Is it better?

Where does it hurt?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, tell me quickly."

"Xiaoxiao?"

Chen Bufan hesitated after a breath of relief.

"It's me!"

"Have your acupoints been untied?"

"Bastard, I have a face to mention it!"

Nangong Xiaoxiao instantly raised her face, "Who asked me to point the acupoint for you?"

Has it been agreed?
Chapter completed!