The book continued with the above text. Jiulong came to the underground palace and wanted to break into the door, but he was blocked by the Six Cave Demon King. He had a conversation. He seemed calm but had his own thoughts. Just when Jiulong wanted to do it, Liu Cave Demon King Zhi, an old man who seemed to be in his seventies, suddenly pulled out a big knife from the ground and slashed it down on Jiulong's sky spirit cover.

"Damn." Jiulong couldn't help but swear. He didn't expect the old man to play like this. It was too late to hide, so he had to use the sword that had just condensed in his hand to block the sword. Even Jiulong's cultivation level was shocked and his hands were numb for a moment. Jiulong did not dare to stalemate with the old man. He moved his body and came to the gate of the underground palace. He waved the sword and slashed at the gate. After a harsh sound, a deep hole was cut out from the gate, and a slight black air scattered in the opening, constantly eroding the surroundings.

Before he could cut another knife at the gate, a strong sense of crisis appeared in Jiulong's perception. Jiulong subconsciously changed his position. The next second, the pitch-black crane sword slashed down with a strong wind, splitting the bluestone brick in front of the door, and a deep hole was also split into the ground under the stone brick.

"You guy is lucky." The old man snorted and gently lifted the knife rod. The heavy sword was easily pulled out of the ground by the old man. The old man turned his hands into one hand and dragged the Yanyue Sword behind him. He looked at Jiulong coldly, preparing to give Jiulong a fatal blow at the next appropriate time.

"Let me go play, hehe." The child who had been sitting on the muscular man's shoulder moved, stood up from the muscular man's shoulder, nipped his toes, soared into the air, and flew towards Kowloon with his pair of golden gourds.

The remaining few were naturally not idle, and rushed towards Jiulong, waving the weapons in his hand. Jiulong smacked his lips when he saw this scene: "Everyone doesn't even have a brain, no wonder someone will come down to the altar." Jiulong waved his sword in his hand and a evil spirit shot out, hitting the child who was flying in the air that had not yet landed. The child screamed and fell to the ground. A pair of golden gourd hammers were thrown out, closing his eyes and motionless, and his body gradually became transparent.

When Jiulong saw this scene, he shook his head and curled his lips: "The six-hole demon king is too crisp."

"Dare to hurt Lao Liu, Jiulong, taste my power." Among the six of them, the muscular men loved Lao Liu the most. Now, when they saw Lao Liu being hit by Jiulong, they suddenly felt angry. As they ran, they stomped their feet and stood up flat like shells, falling towards the seat where Jiulong was standing. If they were hit, even if Jiulong had great ability, they would never feel comfortable.

However, Kowloon kept standing there, looking up at the muscular man jumping up and getting closer to him with a parabola. With the last muffled sound, the muscular man and the dust around Kowloon was aroused, blocking the outside world's sight. The other three stopped and looked inward. They guessed that Kowloon should be dead. After all, there were almost no people who could survive under the attack of Lao Wu, and the old man who had been standing in front of the door moved.

"You're overestimating you, a waste, why are you almost out of your way before I put in much force?" Hearing Jiulong's disdainful voice, the people outside sighed, but unexpectedly, the strong-willed Lao Wu was helpless with him.

"If you have the ability, let go of me and let go of it, we will fight head-on." Lao Wu was a little angry after saying this, because Jiulong's hand was tightly pinching his neck and lifting himself up like a chicken.

Jiulong looked at him with contempt: "Okay, if you lose, you lose. Go back and practice hard." After that, Jiulong increased his strength in his hands and directly crushed Lao Wu's spirit.

"Lao Wu!" The few people never dreamed that Jiulong's hand would be so dark, and they directly crushed Lao Wu's spirit. The three of them suddenly became jealous and threw the boss's advice behind their heads and rushed towards Jiulong, wanting to fight Jiulong to a death-decisive battle with Jiulong.

"Yohe." No matter what kind of Six-Cave Demon King he is, Jiulong didn't take them seriously from beginning to end. Just kill those who block their own way. "If you don't go in heaven, you won't go to hell, you will come to surrender. Where did you come from? Where can you go back?"

The sword in his hand turned into a black air that enveloped Jiulong's body, and then Jiulong rushed towards the murderous three people in front of him with bare hands. Those three people were so happy to see Jiulong's bare hands. No matter how awesome you are, if you lose your weapons, you will be a waste.

But they were wrong. People who have reached the level of Kowloon have only a burden to him.

No matter how awesome a weapon is, it is not as powerful as his own fist. There is an article in Mr. Jin Yong's Condor Heroes:

He has been circulating in the world for more than 30 years, killing all the enemies and defeating all the heroes, and there is no one in the world. He can't stop him. He can only live in seclusion in the deep valley and regards the eagle as his friend. Alas, he has been seeking an enemy in his life but cannot get it, and he is truly lonely and embarrassed. The sword demon Dugu Qiubai is invincible in the world, so he buried his sword here. Alas! The heroes are holding their hands and the long sword is empty and sharp, which is also a pity for his husband!

The first sword is four feet long and extremely sharp. The sword is under the stone tablet and it says: It is fierce and fierce, invincible, and it is used to compete with Heshuo heroes before the twentieth crown.

There is no sword on the second stone piece, and the following says: Ziwei soft sword, used before the age of thirty, accidentally hurt the righteous man and regret it, so he abandoned it in the deep valley.

The third weapon of the sword demon Dugu Qiubai: the heavy sword has no edge, and is not skillful. He relies on it before he was forty. He is tyrannical and relied on the world. He looks dark and the sword body is dark and faintly emits red light. It is more than three feet long and weighs 64 kilograms in total. The sword edges on both sides are blunt, and the sword tip is round and looks like a hemisphere.

The fourth stage is to gradually enter the realm of transformation. The fourth wooden sword, the text on the stone sheet says: After the age of forty, it will not stagnate in things, and plants, trees, bamboo and stone can be used as swords. From then on, it will gradually enter the realm of no swords better than swords.

There is no sword, and there is no sword, and there is no sword. The nine dragons in front of the three people suddenly disappeared. Several people stopped and looked around. There was no shadow of nine dragons. Just when the fourth brother wanted to speak, a black shadow flashed in front of him. Before he could react, he felt something penetrated his chest. A pair of mandarin duck axes fell to the ground, and the old four-part spirit disintegrated.

"The fourth brother!" Standing next to the fourth brother was the man who was holding a double halberd in his hands and kept his head and clenching his ears. Seeing that the fourth brother was beaten by Jiulong's punch, he couldn't calm down. He raised his double halberd and chopped him down on Jiulong's shoulders. Just when the double halberd was about to hit Jiulong's shoulders and Jiulong's hand was about to touch the second brother's belly, a dark moon knife suddenly appeared to thrust the second brother's double halberd back and kicked the second brother far away.

"Brother, what are you doing? He killed the fourth brother and the others. Can't he avenge them?" The second brother got up from the ground, threw away the double halberds in his hand, and roared at the old man.

The old man glanced at him: "Not good-for-nothing waste, even if you come, you will not be his opponent, you are confused!"

Jiulong smiled, stopped his posture, and clasped his fists at the old man: "It seems that the old man is going to let go."

The old man shook his head and sighed: "It's impossible not to let go. Half of us died. There is no need to sacrifice more for the Tianshi Mansion. The other gates are broken, so it's meaningless for us to keep them."

Jiulong looked at the door, and there was indeed a hole in the door, and the black air around the hole was still eroding the door.

"Then I'll say goodbye. Ying Zheng will definitely go down to pay a visit to you guys another day." Jiulong laughed and left with his hands behind his back.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Jiulong's back: "It's better not to see you again, First Emperor."

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