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Chapter one hundred and sixty-two, a thought becomes a devil

Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish... Swish swish... Ma Ya opened her mouth wide, unable to believe her naked eyes at all. She didn't even dare to blink her eyes, for fear of missing something. Even so, after Wushuang's whole set of actions, she still couldn't see clearly when he came back.

All the Japanese ninjas stood there blankly, holding the samurai sword in their hands. Their expressions were still, and they all remained the same as when they attacked Ma Ya just now.

A black shadow shook back along the original z-shaped route, and it was still him, spreading his arms and holding the double blades. Frost appeared on the cold blood treasure blade in his left hand, and a line of bloodstains left on the bloodthirsty ice blade in his right hand.

As the moment he inserted his sword into his sheath, a thunder sound came from the valley... It was like a sound of a balloon filled with water being broken. Looking up, the Japanese master number one hundred and fifty really exploded, and none of them left the complete corpse, their heads, arms, and thighs all flew out.

Wushuang took the cigarette from Ma Ya's hand and took another sip, and said indifferently: "Look, I said, you don't have to die."

"My God...you...you...you...?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"How did you do it? They? They?" Ma Ya took two steps back and looked at Wushuang in surprise. She felt that the big boy in front of her might be a thousand-year-old fairy wearing the skin of a young master who was confusing herself. Otherwise, how could he become so terrible?

That would be more than a hundred lives? But it is so vulnerable in his hands? Unless he is a demon!

"Are you scared?" Wushuang asked her.

"Yes, Yitian is really afraid. I am afraid that such a young master will be so disdainful in the eyes of his master. He can take away his life at will with just a move? What I am afraid of is that he has lost himself. What I am afraid of is that you have been controlled by the devil! You can never look back!"

Wushuang said lightly: "I am still the same as before. I will not change to you or my family. I just found the power that should belong to me."

"You are so scared and strange to me! I don't know how to face you! Maybe you don't need us to protect you anymore, but we would rather you be the one you used to be, that naughty big boy." Ma Ya covered her mouth and looked at Wushuang with a shocked look.

"Oh, is it that exaggerated? Don't worry, I will never hurt you."

"Shuang'er, Ya'er is right. You have obtained a power that should not belong to you. This power seems extremely powerful, but if you don't use it well, it will ruin you!" An old voice echoed in the valley.

"Who is coming out!" Wushuang shouted loudly and protected Ma Ya behind him. Now he is truly capable of protecting them!

A white light fell from the valley, and Yin and Yang Xuandao rode the White Deer King in front of him.

"Oh, the old man from Niujizi, you don't come early or late, but you come here at this time?"

"I thought I was late, but I didn't expect that you, the disciple, had some skills. Not only did you go to the Jiuquan Temple, but you also killed so many Japanese devils! You really didn't see each other for several days, and you looked at me with admiration!"

Yin and Yang Xuandao has not been idle these days. After he came back from that world, he went directly to Xing'anling to find Mo Xiaoqi. He wanted to talk to Mo Xiaoqi about Wushuang. He saw Wushuang's face changed, and his face was covered with a layer of terrible evil spirit. This situation is not very good, which shows that Wushuang's murderous aura is getting heavier and heavier. The real Killing Kuixing is awakening!

Just then, Mo Xiaoqi calculated that Wushuang was in trouble, so she sent the White Deer King to help. So, Yin and Yang Xuandao rushed forward quickly, but still did not stop Wushuang from entering the Jiuquan Temple.

The Yin-Yang Xuandao, the ancient palace of Jiuquan Temple, has always known its existence. This is the place where the bloodthirsty ice blade is sealed. No one, including him, dares to approach it easily. Not only can ordinary people not touch the sword, but they will be retaliated by the sword.

He was still late. Wushuang had already obtained the Bloodthirsty Treasure Blade. The combination of the two blades was the source of terrible power to kill Kuixing!

"Take it over!" Yin Yang Xuandao said.

"No... Old Taoist, what do you mean? Are you from the same group as the Japanese? What are you doing? Where can I ask for gifts from my juniors when I meet?"

"Silly boy! I'm for your own good! You haven't reached the time to properly control that power, and now you get it, it will harm you! Be obedient, give it to me!"

"I don't know what you want." He pretended to be foolish and cheated again.

"Don't pretend to be stupid with me. Where did the short sword in your right hand come from? Do you know what it is?" Yin and Yang Xuandao took another step forward. With his cultivation level, it was easy to regain the bloodthirsty treasure blade, but he was even more afraid of this sword. The sword was extremely sharp and has always been a symbol of the supreme power of killing Kuixing. He didn't know if he could touch it.

"You said it? It's mine! It was mine five thousand years ago. What were you doing? I finally got it! You just gave it to me and left? I won't give it to me!"

"You guys! That thing is not something you can control. It is called the Bloodthirsty Ice Blade. It is originally a pair with the cold blood treasure blade in your hand, but it is just one yin and one yang. The Yin Blade is because the four yang and five elements in your body can be suppressed. If the Yang Knife is also classified at the same time, it will be impossible to control it in your current situation! You will become a demon! Do you think you have recovered everything you have? I tell you that if you can't find the soul of Kill Kuixing, you can't let the two blades combine!"

Wushuang looked at the sword in his right hand in surprise, and naturally he couldn't bear it. He finally had a terrifying ability. He could use it to protect his relatives, his women, and he could use it to defeat all enemies. How could he easily trade it back?

"Are you still a disciple of my thief? Are you still a descendant of my Hai family? Do you still recognize me as my ancestor?"

Wushuang smacked her mouth a few times, and was forced to be forced by Yin and Yang Xuandao. This is too cruel? How did he answer? If you say something is not, that is unfilial!

"The future generations are unfilial and dare not go against the wishes of the ancestor!" Wushuang knelt down and finally lowered his arrogant head.

"If you don't want to hand over the bloodthirsty ice blade to me, I will never make things difficult for you. Then this cold blood treasure blade is always mine, right? Is it right to take it back? In short, you can only have a knife in your hand, you can choose for yourself!" He gave Wushuang a multiple-choice question.
Chapter completed!
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