The blood-red palm was imprinted on the belly of the little apprentice, and it was like two hot soldering irons pressing down, burning his teeth and grinning. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info full of thoughts, that is, to quickly open the distance, but found that the suction from both palms was unimaginable, and he seemed to be a bird struggling desperately, still unable to escape the shackles of the iron cage.

Fortunately, Wu Hunt came up in time, pushed his palm and attacked the man's front door, forcing him to unload the gap to return to the block, grabbed the apprentice's neck, and pulled him back in the posture of an eagle catching a chicken.

The heat in the abdomen has not yet dissipated, and the residual residual heat is still very uncomfortable on the skin, the apprentice subconsciously wants to see his injury, and when he enters the eye, he sees that the clothes are printed with two large handprints on the palms, and the corners of the clothes around the handprints are burnt black, and through the hole, he can see that the skin has been burned red.

The apprentice muttered to himself: "Good guy, this is not a soldering iron is better than a soldering iron." ”

Wu Lie stared at the person not far away, and said: "I remember that the kung fu of this bloody handprint has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for a long time, I thought that I would never have the opportunity to see it again, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see it today, I admire it tightly, I don't know which master it is?"

The man's voice passed through the mask, and there was a muffled voice in the hoarseness: "This is the village man in the mountains, where can he be called a master." ”

Wu Lie smiled: "You are joking. The skill of this bloody mudra is remarkable. At that time, there was a predecessor who became famous with this trick, and there were countless capable people who were defeated under him, and it can be said that he was already among the top in the palm technique, and few could match it. That person's name is Ouyang Heng, do you know this person?"

The masked man nodded, "Yes." ”

Wu Lie continued: "Ouyang Heng is grotesque, acting very differently from ordinary people, especially has a fanatical pursuit of martial arts, and even reaches the state of enchantment. The most well-known is that in order to pursue the supreme realm of palming, he did not hesitate to challenge more than 20 masters of palming, fighting for three days and three nights, and finally killed these 20 people under the palm, since then I heard that Ouyang Heng has reached a state of invincibility, as for what invincible it looks like, no one knows, because no one can escape from under his hands alive. So the rivers and lakes gave him the nickname "Crazy Demon", which is both crazy and demonic, crazy and demonic. ”

The man sighed: "Time flies, I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who remember a character like Ouyang Heng before." ”

"How could I have forgotten such a man who could be called a grandmaster? It seems that that man never showed his true face and wore a mask, I thought?"

The man laughed: "You think I am Ouyang Heng, Ouyang Heng is me." Stupid stupid, Ouyang Heng has already died. Have you forgotten the great battle on the banks of the river thirteen years ago?"

There is never a shortage of geniuses on the rivers and lakes, "crazy demon" Ouyang Heng is one, and at that time, there was also a master of palm "Iron Palm" Lu Yinghou, who is good at making hard-core palm skills, and also has high attainments, it can be said that these two people are bright for a while. But who is more powerful, everyone has their own opinions, some think that the blood handprint is better, some think that the iron palm is indestructible, in short, the rumors are spreading, and in the end there is no definite statement.

The ability of people in the martial arts is one thing, all the outstanding people, which one is not arrogant, let alone a person like Ouyang Heng who is obsessed with martial arts.

He must have decided a winner.

So he invited Zhan Lu to wait in an open space on the bank of Jiangliu, and decided to divide the first and second.

This news was thrown like a stone to the surface of the water, causing turbulent waves in the tide of rivers and lakes.

It was agreed that the two would start fighting at noon the next day, and at that time, all the people who came to see the excitement were well-known and had faces in their own realm. It's just that when the time came, I didn't see the two people who were the main owner, until the evening, the sunset was already as red as blood, and I still didn't see the two of them.

That night, the wind blew fiercely, the paper windows shivered, and from time to time you could hear the sound of bricks falling to the ground and the tearing of tree branches, and the ground was already in a mess at dawn.

When have you seen such weather, some people rumor that this bad omen is a sign that something big is about to happen.

Sure enough, the news of where did it come from spread all over the country, Ouyang Heng died, died under Lu Yinghou's hands. Everyone was in an uproar, regretting that a genius had fallen like this, but there were still people who questioned the authenticity of the matter and wondered if someone was spreading rumors, but Lu Yinghou, as another protagonist, did not stand up and say anything, and it was just a matter of acquiescence to him.

The last time I saw him was on the bank of Jiang Liu, and I was sure to stand in a daze at the agreed duel place, this stop was half an hour, and I left near evening, and after three or two days, bad news came, saying that Lu Yinghou died of illness, and no one knew where he died, but he never saw this person appear again.

How could Wu Hunt not hear about this big event, he was still young that year, and he had also lamented the impermanence of facts, and now when he thinks about it, the rest is still sentimental except sentimentality.

It's just that.

Wu Lie asked: "Since Ouyang Heng died, this bloody handprint has never appeared on the rivers and lakes, and now you actually know the bloody handprint, how can I not doubt it?"

The man looked up at the sky, let the raindrops hit his face, and slowly lowered his head, his voice became more and more hoarse, as if with endless vicissitudes: "Ouyang Heng is indeed dead, dying for that damned person." ”

When Wu Lie heard this, he faintly felt that there seemed to be something strange in his words, and he couldn't help asking, "Why are you sure that he must be dead? Why did you say that he died for the damned one? Who is the damned one?"

He asked three questions in a row, but the man was silent, as if he didn't want to answer.

Wu Lie was even more convinced that there must be something strange about that long thing in the past, hiding a secret that no one knew. And behind this secret there may be something unexpected.

Taking advantage of Wu Hunt's thoughts, the man glanced at Wang Jin, who was fainting to the ground due to pain, and suddenly released a condensed murderous aura all over his body, and came straight to his neck with one palm into a claw.

Wu Hunt noticed it, but it was too late, he only threw out the needle in his arms and shot it, seeking the kung fu of the person who could be forced to dodge, and bought a little time, it was enough for him to step forward to block his blow and save Wang Jin's life, but he didn't count that the person didn't dodge or dodge, and the muffled sound let the needle pierce into his body, and he was injured until Wang Jin died.

Before Wu Hunt could fully say the word "stop", the man's hand was already clasped around Wang Jin's neck, and looking at Wang Jin's crooked head and grinning, he was afraid that his neck bone would be broken and he would die early.

Wu Lie couldn't bear it: "What kind of grudge do you have, why did you want to do such a poisonous hand earlier." ”

The man pouted lightly: "Thought he deserved to die." As he spoke, he took a few steps against the wall and disappeared after taking a few steps onto the roof.

Wu Lie shouted: "Don't go." He also jumped up and followed.

San'er saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier at night, and it was getting more and more urgent, worried that the rain would enter the house, so he got out of bed and wanted to close the window, and just turned on the lamp, and caught a glimpse of a shadow flying outside the window in the afterglow, thinking what it was, so he approached to see what it was, and his head was about to poke out, and a shiny light flashed and crossed his eyelashes, and someone shouted: "Look where you are running." ”

San'er rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but saw that it was quiet outside, as if everything was an illusion,

It's just that the light in my memory is obviously a flying sword.

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