Chapter 1070

It was here that the thirteen overlord and the leader of the mysterious organization met. They were young and frivolous, and they just met in a narrow way.

At this time, the thirteen Ba Jun was holding his leg on the chair with one arm, and the other hand did not forget to pour the liquor into his mouth rudely. From time to time, the strong aroma of liquor came out from the corner of his lips along the transparent liquor, and the liquor soaked / soaked / his green silk on his shoulders and the folded clothes in front of his chest. But he didn't seem to care at all. He just poured wine into his mouth.

It's so damn cool. If only someone could fight with him. Thirteen Bajun, holding the wine jar in his hand, turned his sore neck.

So he raised his sleeve and rubbed his mouth, which was still stained with wine, and stood up. His narrow peach blossom eyes looked around drunkenly. Almost everyone was scared away when he looked at him. Looking at the empty wine shop, he could not help but nuzzle his mouth.

It's boring.

Just at this time, a man's firm background intruded into his eyes. It was really strange. Usually, people were scared to death when they saw him like this. He not only didn't have a look of fear, but also sat still on the chair tasting tea.

Thirteen Ba Jun suddenly came with a strong interest, not so much interest as curiosity. He was possessed by a ghost, and he has never been defeated. Why didn't he see the slightest fear in his face? Is he the same master as himself?

Thirteen Bajun, who has been unmatched for so many years, laughs excitedly at the thought of his opponent. Sharp laughter fills the whole restaurant. Well, today he wants to see who is coming.

Because of excessive drinking, he even walked a little wobbly. He wobbled around the table and stool beside him and finally came to the man's side. In a daze, he poked him in the back with his hand, and his mouth was still talking about something.

But the man didn't seem to notice the arrival of the thirteen tyrants. He just held the teacup and gently shook it under his nose. Then there was a refreshing fragrance to stimulate his sense of smell. He just took a sip.

The thirteen tyrants have always been at ease. If they had been bowed to him before, how could they have been so indifferent to him now. That's what he said, but it made his interest more intense. Anyway, I have to go to meet him for a while.

Well It seems that ordinary greeting doesn't work for him. But then again, all the people in the Wulin should cherish their swords. If you overturn his swords, it's a declaration of war.

He looked at the sword hanging on the man's waist, and wanted to take out his sword while he was sipping tea. However, the man was smart enough, or he knew the existence of the thirteen overlord all the time. It's too late for the man to catch his backhand, but he thinks it's too late.

Before he could fully respond, the metal would send 13 provocative rings in his ear. The man turned his mouth with disdain, and the irony was obvious.

Fuck, who's the one who's too big to do it.

The man whetted his fist, closed his eyes, put his fingers together, turned around his chest and turned up again. Thirteen Ba Jun understood that he was Yungong, but why did he feel something was wrong?

It was this familiar breath again, and the ghost in the body seemed to be excited, and ran restlessly. It is reasonable to say that if it were not for some special circumstances, the ghost would not have happened. Is that man possessed by the ghost?

Before he had finished thinking, the man's action proved it. The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are shining, and the sound of metal collision is in an endless stream. The wine shop, which used to be a red wine shop, is now destroyed to the eye.

"Hey, it's bad for us to destroy other people's things. It's not easy for them to do business. Let's go out and fight." Thirteen Ba Jun kindly reminded a sentence, then jumped up and left the wine shop. The leader of the mysterious organization had no choice but to follow.

In the dark sky, only a few stars were glimmering. A large thick cloud gradually closed and gathered together, leaving only a narrow gap. There was a faint moonlight pouring in, shining on the face of a slender man and thirteen overlord standing on the huge duel field. It flashed quickly from their eyes, and the firmness and blood were obvious.

They held their swords and looked at each other in silence. No one spoke first to break the more embarrassing atmosphere.

After all, thirteen Bajun raised his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey, I'm suffocating." His skin was extremely white. With a red leather coat, it was almost transparent. In the dark, he was a little strange.

I don't know whether he said that the atmosphere at this time was awkward or that he felt depressed because he couldn't compete with his opponent, but the man standing opposite knew that it must be the latter.

The man was wrapped in a black windbreaker, and a sudden gust of strong wind lifted the corner of his windbreaker, revealing his long straight legs. He didn't smile. His unfathomable eyes floated to the unknown distance. His eyes were full of laughter, but the corners of his mouth were stiff. Maybe he couldn't smile at all."Well Indeed, I haven't had an opponent for a long time. My hands are itchy. " As he said that, his hand holding the sword was raised and tilted forward, and then it was suddenly spread out. The bright face of the sword reflected his gloomy eyes. When the sword was turned over, it was so bright that the sound of metal friction resounded through the sky.

Oh, sure enough, the man with unique martial arts skills and a ghost is unfathomable.

Thirteen Ba Jun thin lips slightly open, vaguely showing two rows of neat white teeth, out of the red tongue, jokingly licked the corner of the mouth, the eyes, like a hungry / thirsty beast.

"Of course I will do my best. "

In a moment, the dark wave surged, and a flash of thunder passed. The deafening sound cut through the silence of the night, followed by the storm, and the big raindrops scoured the two people's faces.

So it's today's scene.

The old man sighed, as if in regret and as if in excitement: "that mysterious organization originally wanted to dominate the world, but there was still a thirteen overlord at the same time."

The old man also pointed out that they are enemies who have been pestering for several generations. If you don't fight, I'm afraid God can't stand it.

The sky gradually turned white, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell on the earth.

The leader of the mysterious organization leans against a tree. There are only a few people in the vast grassland. He can only vaguely hear a few slow and harsh bird calls. The air is mixed with the smell of grass and the fragrance of various flowers.