In the cave at the bottom of the lake, the two qi are surging, and in the metal door of the hole, sometimes a monstrous red light gushes out, the heat wave is pressing, and sometimes the cold fog rolls, freezing the world.

In the shocked eyes of the two old men outside the door, a vague, but inexplicably "potential" figure walked out.

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Outside Lhasa, in a village more than ten miles away, there is an inconspicuous two-story building, in front of which is a courtyard, and there are no trees in the courtyard, but there are many wheat stalks piled up on the wall.

A rusty iron gate in the courtyard was half-hidden, and on the ground, there was an iron lock, a badly deformed iron lock, and the iron lock had finger marks on it. Finger marks sink deep into the big iron locks.

No one would have carved finger marks on the iron locks, which had apparently been torn off by force. And the man's finger power is amazing.

**Finger power**, the ancient martial arts world is not uncommon. However, there are not many finger cultivation methods that can be called high-level ** and can crack stones and open monuments.

The ** that can leave finger marks on the iron lock seems to be only Shaolin's strong King Kong finger and strong eagle claw gong.

The door opened with a "squeak...... and the wooden door on the first floor of the building was opened from the inside, and a person strode out of it. That's a rough man.

Eagle-eyed eyes, steel-needle-like fibrous roots, and thick chest hair in the open clothes on the chest. What a rough man.

This man seems to be only about thirty years old, but if you look at it clearly, it looks like he is forty years old.

The man paused in front of the door, looked around, then clapped his hands, tidied up his clothes, and walked out of the courtyard.

On the ground where the man walked, a line of shocking shoe prints was left behind. What kind of shoe prints are shocking? What kind of shoe prints are shocking, of course, they are different.

It was a line of blood-red shoe prints. There is a faint smell of ** floating in the air, and that line of shoe prints is actually ...... Bloody shoe prints.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the snowflakes on the ground, and the rough man was gone. The strong ** smell came out of the hidden wooden door.

In the room, there were seven or eight corpses lying on the horizontal. Blood, oozing from under the corpse, pooled on the ground into pools of blood.

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In the city of Lhasa, the most luxurious hotel, the most luxurious rooms.

"Chu Shao, Mu has already killed those eight people. The rough man said respectfully to a young man sitting on the sofa in front of him.

Behind the young man stood two middle-aged people, one fat and one thin.

The young man who was sitting leisurely on the sofa nodded, and then said, "I already know what you are doing, it's very good." ”

"Thank you Chu Shao for your compliment, it is my honor to do things for Chu. The rough man hurriedly said.

At this time, there were four disdainful glances behind the young man, and the two middle-aged people, one fat and one thin, were fat and thin. The fat and thin two cranes showed a disdainful look at this Mu Tu Hong.

Thousands of clothes are worn, and sycophants are not worn, but this Mu Tuhong's sycophant kung fu is beyond the reach of others. Quietly, the sycophant kung fu was unleashed.

"Crane boss, crane second, look at Mu Tuhong, he can solve eight demon sect masters alone!" The young man's voice was a little cold.

The crane boss's fat face suddenly twitched, and the crane boss's sallow face immediately became even more yellow, as if it was about to drip butter.

"The subordinates are ineffective, and they are really guilty. The fat and thin Erhe hurriedly walked in front of the young man, bowed his head and said in a trembling voice. The crane boss couldn't stop wiping the sweat from his forehead and face.

"Hmph!" Mu Tuhong couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw the Crane family brothers like this.

The young man who can make the fat and thin two cranes so afraid is none other than Nangong Chu.

"Okay, you all go out! If you find any trace of Xi Wuyan, report back immediately. Nangong Chu seemed a little impatient, waved his hand and said.

"Yes, the subordinates retired. ”

Mu Tuhong, the brothers of the He family hurriedly withdrew from this room that made them dare not take a breath.

"Old man Duanmu doesn't know what to do. Nangong Chu muttered, "The action of using the evil way to balance the demon gate seems to be going well!"

Nangong Chu's move is very clever, using the evil way master to deal with those remnants of the demon sect, let them bite, but he himself enjoys the benefits of a fisherman.

In the middle of the barren mountains and snow, two old men are fighting desperately. The two killed in the darkest in broad daylight, but no one knew. Because, it's off the beaten track.

"Eagle, I think you should go with me to see my master!"

In the middle of the words, a white-haired old man held a single knife and slashed at an old man with a black beard and empty hands. The sword burst out three feet away, tearing through the air and kicking up countless snow on the ground.

The black-haired old man was unafraid of the unrivaled sword qi, and his fists bombarded again and again, shattering the knife and attacking the white-haired old man.

The black-haired old man's fist seemed to be black. Look clearly, it turns out that the black-haired old man is wearing a pair of pitch-black gloves on his hands.

This pair of gloves seems to be somewhat similar to Xi Wuyan's Ugin Divine Claws. On the glove, the knuckle fingertips are claws made of black unknown metal, which are very sharp. Wearing gloves.

"Whew!" the claws slashed through the void, shattering the knife and grabbing it straight at the white-haired old man's chest and abdomen. It was as if a sharp sword pierced the air.

With this pair of gloves, it is no wonder that the black-bearded old man dares to shake the knife of the white-haired old man. He can rely on this pair of gloves to fight with other people's sharp divine soldiers.

After all, no matter how hard a person's fingers are, it is difficult to compare with some special metal substances. The sharp sword of the average strong man, the old man with the black beard may dare to grab it empty-handed.

But if it was a sword of the level of the top ten divine soldiers in the ancient martial arts world, who would dare to grab it empty-handed?

"Duanmu, you deceive people too much, you even want me to be someone's slave?" The black-bearded old man's long hair flew and a pair of sharp claws shattered the void, and he approached in an instant.

The white-haired old man Duanmu had a bright light in his eyes.

"Hah!"

Duanmu shook the single knife in his hand, and suddenly, a series of silver knife shadows surged in front of him, sweeping towards the black-bearded old man like a waterfall.

I can only hear "Qiang" and "Qiang...... A dense metal crash sounded.

On the snow, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the claw shadow is flying.

"Boom ......Boom" suddenly, the snow exploded violently, and the entire area of more than ten zhang wide exploded, and the snow rose into the sky, several zhang high.

There was so much snow rushing into the sky that it was impossible to discern where there was a person. The figures of the two were immediately covered in snow.

The white-haired old man who wielded the knife was the old man Duanmu.

"No, this eagle is best at hand-to-hand combat. Old man Duanmu frowned, his vision was blocked by the snow, and it was difficult to see the attack of the black-haired old man!