This palm was faster than lightning, like thunder, and wherever the palm wind went, a slight but piercing whistling sound could be heard when it rubbed sharply against the air.

Wu Song's face was calm, and without the slightest hesitation, he greeted him with a palm.

The two bodyguards and Zhao Wei who were watching the battle beside them witnessed the power of Ding Lao's first palm, and were dodging in a panic, and now they saw the palms of the two slamming together, and they were so frightened that they even closed their eyes.

There was no roar as expected, not even a little noise.

The two bodyguards quietly opened their eyes.

In the field, Ding Lao and Wu Song intersected their palms and stood still like statues.

After about ten seconds, the two bodyguards finally saw a clue.

Wu Song's expression was as usual, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky and the sea, looking directly into Ding Lao's eyes.

And Ding Lao's face turned from red to white, and then from white to red, and after two back and forth like this, he roared again and jumped backwards.

"You, are you ......" Ding Lao's eyes were shocked.

"You don't care about me, but, old man, you are too obsessed with skill, thinking that skill is everything in martial arts, hehe, it's a big mistake!"

Wu Song looks like a good teacher.

The reason is very simple, for example, it seems that weightlifters have much more strength than boxers, but this does not mean that weightlifters are better than boxers when they are in the ring.

Strength is very important, but the root of martial arts is a combination of various factors, and strength alone does not explain anything.

Martial arts is more complex than ordinary fighting, and the results of the competition between the two sides are affected by many factors, in addition to being related to people, even the time, place, and people are indispensable, and the depth of skill accounts for a large proportion of it, but it is not absolute.

"What do you know about a kid who hasn't even grown hair, and you dare to talk in front of me!"

Ding Lao took the opportunity to talk to Wu Song and took the opportunity to recover his strength.

Wu Song reached out to untie his trouser belt: "Who said that my hair didn't grow, do you want to show you?"

The two bodyguards almost burst out laughing.

In their eyes, the contest between Wu Song and Ding Lao was undoubtedly a battle of life and death between the two sides, but his relaxed face was completely different from Ding Lao who was like a great enemy.

Ding Lao didn't have the heart to joke with Wu Song, he snorted coldly.

"Boy, now I'll show you my true strength!"

Wu Song waved his hand indifferently: "This is your stage, you can perform to your heart's content, but you can't let me down!"

Facing Wu Song's ridicule, Ding Lao smiled strangely, endless killing intent appeared in his eyes, his body swayed, and he circled around Wu Song, his steps became faster and faster, and in the end, his whole body became a shadow.

Wu Song was as steady as a mountain, and his expression was as usual: "Old man, what kind of kung fu are you, Baguazhang, are you tired of running so fast?"

Suddenly, Ding Lao didn't say a word, his body rose into the sky like a rocket, and several figures were in the mid-air change, his palms were flying, and the palm shadows shot down Wu Song like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

A few years ago, he went to the capital to play, and found a book of martial arts secrets in an ancient bookstore, when he first saw it, he thought that the boss had made it and was ready to fool people, but after reading a few pages, he decided that this was really an ancient martial arts secret.

As a master of the transformation realm, he understands why this book is placed in the bookstore but no one comes to buy it, because there are too few people who know the goods.

At that moment, he bought this book, and after returning to Jiangnan, he studied it carefully, and he was even more impressed by the palm techniques recorded in the book.

He was already at the beginning of the Transformation Realm, and he knew that it was not easy to improve his strength, but if there was another way to improve his overall strength even a little, it would be good.

This martial arts secret book has such a purpose.

The palms recorded in the book are complicated, and they are in line with the characteristics of his suspicious and fickle mind, since he got this secret book, he has been immersed in it, and he felt that he had achieved something about half a year ago, and he has been looking for an opponent to compete.

It's just that he also knows that it is not easy to find other transformation realm masters in Longhua Kingdom, although he knows that the two families of Zhong and Wu in the capital have transformation realm masters sitting in the formation, but the Zhong and Wu families are in great power, and he doesn't dare to find them.

Just now, he and Wu Song tried two tricks, knowing that his skills were not below him, so he used his own kung fu to press the bottom of the box.

Wu Song raised his head slightly, calmly looking at the palm shadow that was falling towards him, and when the palm shadow approached, and the palm wind tore his face and felt stinging, his eyes flashed, and a fierce murderous aura instantly diffused.

"Hah!" a low roar rang out of his throat, and at the same time, he punched out.

Ding Lao's palm technique can be described as extremely complicated, and Wu Song's punch seems to be extremely simple.

With a "bang", the palm shadow in the sky dissipated, and Ding Lao's body trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted.

When he fell to the ground, an old face was so red that it looked like it was about to drip blood, his eyes were red, he looked straight at Wu Song, and didn't say a word.

"If you can't hold it, just spit it out!" Wu Song twitched the corner of his mouth: "What else are you pretending to be in front of me!"

With a "wow", Ding Lao spit out a mouthful of blood.

The two bodyguards let out a sigh of relief, and Wu Song won this battle.

Zhao Wei's face was as white as earth on the side, his eyes were rolling, and he wanted to find a suitable opportunity to escape.

"Why ......" Ding Lao hissed and roared, at this time his face was white and blue, and the remaining blood at the corners of his mouth was frighteningly red, like a zombie who had just climbed up from the corpse.

"What why?" Wu Song smiled: "You just shot so many palm shadows, these palm shadows will invisibly distract your power. ”

"And my skill is already a little higher than yours, and I concentrate all my strength on attacking it a point, and I hit you to vomit blood, isn't it a normal thing?"

Ding Lao gasped, still not understanding what Wu Song said.

"Alas, this is the question of the realm between you and me, to put it mildly, it is ......" Wu Song raised his fist, his face was very serious: "A punch is just a punch, and a kick is just a kick." ”

He approached Ding Lao: "You are so old, and you don't do good deeds, keeping the skills of this body is just a scourge, I'll help you disperse!"

Wu Song's figure flashed, and he came to Ding Lao like a ghost, and punched him in the heart.

At this time, it was an urgent juncture of life and death, and Ding Lao was never willing to end up in failure like this, let alone being dissipated by Wu Song.

He opened his mouth and squirted, and the blood in his mouth shot towards Wu Song like a bloody arrow, taking advantage of the opportunity of Wu Song to avoid it sideways, he turned around and fled quickly towards the villa.

"After comparing the skill and palming, comparing the palm method and comparing the body method, how can you be so good at playing?"

Wu Song's mouth was fragmented, but he didn't stop at his feet, and chased after Ding Lao.

Zhao Wei watched the two people rush into the villa one after another, and after a while, all kinds of sounds kept coming, knowing that the two were still fighting endlessly, and if they didn't leave now, when would they stay?

Under the cover of the rockery in the courtyard, he sneaked towards the gate.

Seeing that he was about to slip out of the gate, he breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, when a loud noise suddenly came from behind him.

Ding Lao's face was bruised, the blood in his mouth kept dripping, he broke out of the window as if he was crazy, and when he fell to the ground, he stumbled, and rushed towards the gate.

Wu Song's figure immediately fell, chasing after him.

Zhao Wei rolled and crawled, and quickly hid to the side.

It's good that he didn't move, and this movement immediately attracted Ding Lao's attention.

When he passed by Zhao Wei's side, he grabbed Zhao Wei and threw it back to block Wu Song's pursuit.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, Wu Song toe lightly on the rockery and avoided Zhao Wei.

"Ah" The scream was interrupted as soon as he came out, and Zhao Wei was thrown into the rockery by Ding Lao, and a big hole was hit on his head, and the red blood and white ** spurted out at once.

When the two bodyguards waited for Wu Song and Ding Lao's figures to disappear and had the courage to check, Zhao Wei had already lost his breath.

Ding Lao has done a lot of bad things in his life, but only a handful of good things have been done, and Zhao Wei's death at his hands can be regarded as a good thing.

The two ran out of the gate of Ding's house, hurriedly got into the car, and finally lit the fire, until they could no longer see the Ding family's villa, then they breathed a sigh of relief, glad that they had picked up a life and came back.

On the hillside, Wu Song and Ding Lao chased and fled, and finally, Ding Lao was physically exhausted, and his pace gradually slowed down.

A cliff blocked Ding Lao's way, if in normal times, this cliff would naturally not be able to block the way of him, a master of the transformation realm, but at this time, he had run out of oil and had no ability.

He panted and turned around to face Wu Song.

"I have no grievances with you, do you have to kill them all?"

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, but if people offend me, I will offend people!" Wu Song shook his head: "Don't you think it's too late for you to say these things now?"

He stepped forward: "Besides, I don't want your life. ”

"If you scatter all my strength, you might as well kill me!"

"It's better to die than to live, and it's always good to stay alive. Wu Song said expressionlessly: "Of course, it depends on you whether you die or live, and I don't care about this." ”

"I'm fighting with you!" Ding Lao saw that Wu Song resolutely refused to let go of himself, and pounced on him with red eyes.

He punched and kicked, like a mad demon, and his move fell on Wu Song's body.

Wu Song didn't have the heart to fight with him, his figure was fluttering, and he slapped his heart with a palm.

Ding Lao sprayed blood wildly, and his body fell to the ground, as if he was more than ten years old in an instant.

The skills he had worked hard for decades to practice were scattered by Wu Song, and now he is just an ordinary old man, no longer a master.

Wu Song took two steps back and turned his head to look around: "The scenery here is good, you can think about it here alone." ”

He had just taken a few steps when there was a bitter and resentful hiss from behind him.

"I won't let you go!"

Wu Songtou didn't reply, just shrugged his shoulders.

There was a muffled sound, and a sound similar to the cracking of a watermelon came.

"If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, and it is best for you to do so!"

Wu Song raised his head, the midday sun hung high in the sky, and the warm sun shone on the earth.