Zombie: Buddha of the Nine Gates, Martial Saint on Earth!

In an instant, a figure in the hall came through the air, and it was Uncle Jiu who galloped out. Uncle Jiu wielded the mahogany long sword and cut off the ghost in the air with one sword.

"I, Lin Fengjiao, have no grievances or enmities with Your Excellency, why would you use such evil magic to kill my apprentice!" Uncle Jiu snorted coldly.

"Hahahaha, Lin Fengjiao, you ruined my Iron Corpse and ruined my good deeds. Today I will take your life! I will turn you into a zombie."

The old man in black robe looked up to the sky and laughed.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at Uncle Jiu: "Master, who the hell is he?"

Uncle Jiu's eyes narrowed: "It turns out that you are the Feng Shui master of Ren's family 20 years ago. Mr. Ren was born as an iron corpse, and it was you who planned it for so many years."

"That's right, it's a pity that you ruined a good thing, otherwise, after my Iron Corpse absorbs Master Ren and his granddaughter, it will be no problem to advance to Bronze Corpse." The black-robed old man said fiercely.

"You are the master of the Corpse Raising Sect, Pang Xin!"

Uncle Jiu took a breath.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect anyone to remember me. That's right, I am Pang Xin, the master of the Corpse Raising Sect. 20 years ago, my entire sect was promoted by your Maoshan and Longhushan, and hundreds of people in my sect were all killed by you." , Fortunately, I escaped, Lin Fengjiao, you all go to die today."

The old man in black robe turned into a black shadow and arrived beside Uncle Jiu in an instant, and then stuck a spell to Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu took a step back.

Holding a mahogany long sword and slashing at the spell of the black-robed old man.

Zizi!

Black mist splashed everywhere.

The spell turned into two evil spirits and grabbed Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu rolled over on the ground, and then took out two spells from his arms to directly target the two evil spirits.

With a puff.

The two ghosts exploded on the spot.

At this moment, the black-robed old man had arrived beside Uncle Jiu, and then he slapped Uncle Jiu.

"Corpse Palm!"

Uncle Jiu immediately placed his mahogany long sword across his chest.

A click.

The mahogany long sword snapped.

Uncle Jiu flew upside down and rolled to the ground.

"Master!" Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng ran over.

A black palm mark appeared on Uncle Jiu's chest, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Come on, I'm not his opponent."

"Master, what should we do if we leave!" Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng gritted their teeth.

"Go get the young commander! I'm afraid only the young commander can deal with him." Uncle Jiu said.

"Okay, let's go and invite the young commander."

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were about to get up, at this moment.

The courtyard gate opened with a creak.

A man in military uniform.

Stepped in.

"No need to go, I'm coming."

ps (today's first update, please ask for flowers, please comment, please everyone).

Chapter 15

Qiusheng, Wencai, Uncle Jiu, the three looked at the young marshal Zhang Qishan who walked in through the gate.

They looked excited.

"Young Master!"

"Young commander, help!"

Uncle Jiu let out a sigh of relief: "Young commander, you came in time."

"You are quite courageous to kill people on my territory." Zhang Qishan looked at the old man in black and said coldly.

At this moment, the old man in black robe looked at Zhang Qishan, the young commander in military uniform. He could tell at a glance that he was a warlord, and he was also a young commander.

He didn't want to have anything to do with the warlords.

The black-robed old man clasped his fists. Although he didn't want to have any grudges with the warlords, he wasn't afraid either.

"Young Marshal, this is a matter for people in our Taoist sect. I hope that the young commander-in-chief will not interfere, just as people in the Taoist sect do not interfere with the affairs of warlords in the world." The black-robed old man said coldly.

"Oh, the young general wants to intervene." Zhang Qishan said.

"Young commander, you have to think carefully. The young commander is powerful, but after all, he is a human being of flesh and blood, an ordinary person."

"Hahahaha, are you threatening this young marshal?"

"Not a threat, just a reminder."

"Presumptuous, just a heretic sorcerer, dare to play wild in front of this young commander!" Zhang Qishan snorted coldly.

The black-robed old man stared at Zhang Qishan and snorted coldly.

"Okay, since the young marshal doesn't give me face, then don't blame me."

When the old man in black robe said this, he immediately took out a spell, which turned into a ghost, and grabbed Zhang Qishan.

When this ghost approached Zhang Qishan.

Immediately, Zhang Qishan was covered with a layer of red light.

Li Gui let out a scream, and was bounced more than ten meters away on the spot, hitting the wall.

"Heretics, it's nothing more than a trick!"

Zhang Qishan stepped forward, walked to Li Gui's side, grabbed Li Gui's head with a big hand, and directly grabbed Li Gui's head.

what?

This?

The old man in black robe took a deep breath.

He never thought that Zhang Qishan would be so fierce and invincible.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu, Wen Cai, and Qiu Sheng all smiled.

"Young commander is here, you have nowhere to escape today."

Zhang Qishan turned around, looked at the old man in black robe, and punched him away.

The black-robed old man immediately stretched out his withered palm, black smoke was rising from his palm, and then resisted Zhang Qishan's punch.

boom!

One punch and one palm!

Collide with each other!

The whole body of the old man in black robe flew upside down seven or eight meters away on the spot, his back hit the wall, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Qishan stood on the spot, motionless.

The old man in black robe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Zhang Qishan tremblingly, he never imagined that the power of this mortal would be so terrifying.

One punch hit him hard.

What kind of supernatural power does this person possess?

"Who the hell are you?" the black-robed old man said tremblingly.

Zhang Qishan said indifferently: "I forgot to tell you that the iron corpse you raised was killed by this young commander."

"What, it's you!" The old man in black robe was shocked again.

The old man in black robe looked at Zhang Qishan, he took out the ghost bell from his arms.

The bell rang.

Ghosts flew towards Zhang Qishan from all directions.

Zhang Qishan circulated Qi and blood.

Immediately.

The three orifices are connected.

Qi and blood are instantly connected.

His whole body was glowing red.

As soon as these ghosts approached Zhang Qishan, they were shot out by the red glow on Zhang Qishan's body.

"Left through the door!"

Zhang Qishan took a step forward and punched these ghosts.

In a moment, these ghosts were all killed by Zhang Qishan.

The old man in black robe looked at Zhang Qishan's whole body glowing red.

He was shocked to the extreme.

"This is... Qi and blood body protection. If you don't practice techniques, how can you be able to achieve Qi and blood body protection?"

Uncle Jiu sneered: "Pang Xin, have you forgotten about humane cultivation? The Young Marshal is a rare and powerful man in the world."

"What, strong human spirit, you have cultivated a human spirit!"

The black-robed old man took a deep breath. He never imagined that in this era there are still people cultivating human spirits.

The human spirit is the spirit within a person.

It is the purest cultivation system.

It is also the hardest.

The old man in black didn't dare to be careless, he took out various spells and blasted at Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan stepped forward with one step, and his whole body burst into red light.

Look at these spells.

Zhang Qishan's boxing technique was shocking.

Rumble!

The spell burst in an instant.

In less than three breaths, Zhang Qishan had arrived beside the old man in black robe.

The old man in black robe took out the jet-black dharma sword.

The dharma sword cut towards Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan punched the magic sword of the old man in black robe.

Immediately.

The dharma sword is bent into a bow.

The black-robed old man gritted his teeth and increased his mana output.

Zhang Qishan snorted coldly, and punched again.

Clang!

The magic sword broke.

Zhang Qishan punched the black-robed old man's chest in diameter.