That is the magic knife passed down by the soldier Han Xin?!

Why did it become a broken iron when it reaches the hands of the Admiral of the Nine Gate?!

It was not until this time that Tang Long realized the terribleness of the Nine Gates Admiral!

No wonder!

Whether it is the hidden sects of major aristocratic families, or the various schools of thought, they all worship the admirals of the Nine Gates as gods!

Looking at the broken Blood Moon Scimitar, the Blood-Clothed Hou shouted in horror: "You...who are you?!"

"Haha, I... my surname is Long!" The Admiral of the Nine Gate said with a hoarse smile.

Just a little bit short!

The Nine Gate Admiral will reveal his identity!

In fact, Tang Long could see that the old man planned to call himself "Ben Admiral"!

after all!

The old man has been calling him a name for decades, and he will inevitably speak "Ben Admiral" as spoken language!

Fortunately, the old man reacted quickly enough, so he corrected it in time!

The Blood-Clothed Hou said with a look of fear: "You... are you Master Long?"

"Kneel down!"

"Shad your head!"

"It's alive!"

The Nine Gate Admiral snorted and said coldly.

Kneel down?!

Shave your head?!

Can you live?!

Any of these three can nail the Blood Clothed Marquis to the pillar of shame!

not to mention!

What about three?!

The blood-clothed Marquis had red eyes and he angrily shouted: "You are arrogant! This Marquis is one of the ten major military leaders of military strategists. How could he have suffered such humiliation?!"

"Haha, if this master was doing it himself, your red hair would probably be pulled down by this master!" The Admiral of the Nine Gate held his arm and smiled with a domineering smile on his face.

Roar!

The Blood-clothed Marquis roared to the sky and angrily said, "The surname of Long, you are too bullying others. I am not showing my power. Do you really think that this Marquis is a sick cat?!"

KAKAKAKA.

As soon as the sound of bone crushing came out, the blood-Yellow Marquis' limbs slowly swelled up.

Looking at the Blood-Yellow Marquis' eyes, they turned out to be as red as blood, and the holy power in their body instantly covered the area within ten meters.

"Hiss, it's the blood of the overlord!"

"What a terrible breath!"

"That's nothing nonsense. There are rumors that this Blood-clothed Marquis has touched the innate threshold!"

"Hmph, in this world, those who can force the Marquis to use ten successful powers are only slaps!"
Chapter completed!