"Don't kill me, I, I'm the son of Lord Wang's family, if you dare to touch my hair, my father will definitely not let you go." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Wang Jin's steps were a little messy, and in a hurry, he stumbled and fell to the ground, trembling while struggling to retreat.

The heavy rain hit his clothes, the splashing rain reflected the vast rain and became more and more blurred, and the outline of the whole person was like a dream, and it was not clear to see, but he could clearly hear the footsteps on the road that had been covered with rain, and the sound of footsteps "whooshing" sounded, dripping in the water, as if stepping on his heart.

The atmosphere of panic was so solemn that it seemed to condense the air, and it was still not autumn yet, but I still felt that the soaked clothes were cold against my body.

Wang Jin's lips trembled, his face turned pale, and he begged for mercy with a crying voice: "Please let me go, as long as you can let me go, you can ask for money, and I will satisfy you if you want an official." ”

The man approached, and the mask of the imp in the underworld looked even more hideous, and the face hidden under the mask could not see any expression, but looked fixedly at the pleading man on the ground.

"I want to. ”

"Whatever you want, you say, I'll satisfy you all. Wang Jin seemed to have a drama when he heard it, as if he saw a glimmer of life in front of him.

The man snorted coldly, "I want your life." As he spoke, he stepped on it, and heard Wang Jin scream in pain, "Ah." ”

"Well, doesn't it hurt right now? ”

Wang Jin didn't reply, because he couldn't speak, and the sharp pain in his legs was about to drown the whole person, and he clearly heard the sound of gabba after the bones were trampled, like the crisp sound of a broken vase and porcelain touching the ground, and he never felt that it sounded so terrifying.

"Speak, I'm listening. "That's human.

Wang Jin couldn't bear this pain, he just wanted to make himself comfortable quickly, and began to babble nonsense: "Kill me, you kill me quickly, I beg you to kill me, I hurt so much, I really hurt so much." ”

"Okay, as you wish. ”

Spread out his hands, the dense gas was distributed in the palm of his hand to form a small air mass, but it was a gesture to press down, this blow was no other, with soaring killing intent, but what he was asking for was a move to kill.

"You dare. When Wu Hunt heard a scream in the night, he rushed over, took a breath, and his cuffs were windless but bulging round, and he went straight to the back of the man's heart with his palm. With the whistling all the way, the momentum is violent.

The man just turned around, and before he could prepare, in a hurry, his palms pushed out and the coming hands collided hard, and the thunderous sound hovered left and right between the two, and the force of the shock between each other pushed the two of them back a step.

"What a strong internal force. "Martial arts hunting is secretly attached.

"What a stiff palm. "The masked man said.

As if afraid of each other, the two of them stabilized their bodies and did not move, just cautiously observing each other.

Seeing that the master was beaten back, the little apprentice of Wu Hunt was excited, "The master who dares to beat me doesn't look at who it is." He drew his sword and threw it forward.

The man dodged the flying sword sideways, and a figure suddenly appeared in the afterglow, and the little apprentice had already dodged over and grabbed the hilt of the sword that was still flying in the air, and swept it sideways, heading straight for the man's head.

"What a quick move. The man was really startled, but his hands were in danger, and he raised his palm to slash at his wrist to knock off the sword, but he pounced, and what he shot was only a phantom, and the real person had already reached the other side.

"Huh" The man exclaimed again, and the wind on the soles of his feet quickly scurried back a few steps, and he should have passed a few feet away from the young man, and exclaimed: "Good hand of swordsmanship, come and try my trick." ”

The whole person is like a dream, and he can see the points along the way with his illusory figure, but he keeps running around, and the soles of his feet are stepping on the ground, "dong dong dong" rhythmic beating, as if stepping on a drum, and listening carefully to the connected points are mixed with many noises, and it seems to be chaotic.

Wu Lie's pupils shrank, and he muttered to himself, "Lost steps." ”

The young man had never seen such a strange body style, the void and the real seemed to be chaotic, but in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived, and the person had approached before he could move, and when the person's body really appeared, he saw that his hands were raised and he was about to press against his heavenly spirit cover.

The young man raised his sword to greet him, and he wanted to split his palm alone, but what he didn't expect to hear was the crisp sound of metal contending, and he felt numb and panicked at his tiger's mouth.

"Is this still a human hand? It's not much better than a stone. ”

If this hits me and I don't kill him on the spot, the young man will not dare to fight him hard.

With a swaying step on the soles of his feet, he kept circling around the man.

The sword of the clothes is about the clothes, sticking to a person and not letting go, like a loach wrapped tightly, while others have no time to react, or pick where the joints are fragile, they will hit it hard, and when people react, they will flash to the other half and continue to fight. I heard that this move was realized by a frustrated swordsman who accidentally saw a snake fighting. The swordsman's swordsmanship is mediocre, so he has been defeated repeatedly, defeated again and again, and then defeated more and more, so he has to be frustrated, but he has a small reputation in the rivers and lakes with this set of peculiar steps and sparse swordsmanship. The reason why it is so famous is that thirty percent are willing to bow to the wind, and seventy percent are indignant. Anyone who came here wanted to see a trick and a half style, but the result was less than half a cup of tea, when they went in, they were still excited, and when they came out, they had a black face, and the black couldn't be blacker, so they took a sip and gritted their teeth and said: "Where is what swordsmanship, vainly calling swordsmanship everyone, it's just a loss of the people who make the sword." And the three adults all clapped their hands and applauded, admiring that it was really worthy of its name, and secretly admired it in their hearts: "What an elegant body." ”

Therefore, the sword is also called the famous scoundrel sword.

The masked man is fierce and powerful, his hands are dancing with a tiger, young and young, and the tip of the sword is grinning.

One is rigid and one is soft. and to rigidity and softness.

The boy was still spinning, but he found that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and the rotation was getting slower and slower, and the palm wind from that person was like a gust of strong wind, constantly blowing on his body, while resisting the attack of the palm wind, while carefully paying attention to being hit by improper positioning, and distracting himself from his weak points, the boy gradually became a little unbearable, and there was always a feeling as if he was not going around him, but like the man who was forcing him to dodge back and forth.

As soon as he realized that something was wrong, he was about to get out and leave, but the man suddenly exerted force, and a strong suction force suddenly came from his hands, and this sudden contrast made the boy unable to react, and he was sucked up.

The man's hands gradually changed color, from light to thick, and in the blink of an eye, they were very red, very conspicuous in the night, and the raindrops were boiling, and before they could get close to their hands, they became hot air, forming a thick vapor.

"Bloody handprints. Wu Lie exclaimed.

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