When the two figures intertwined with each other, a rare sword flashed.

Immediately afterward, everything was silent.

Half of the weirdo froze in place. Suddenly, the only eye he had left seemed to see his other eye, which had long since been blind and had become deeply sunken and shriveled. At the same time, I saw blood splattering out again.

These bright blood beads seemed to spurt out from between his eyes.

Can anyone understand how he feels?

Only the living can understand the feelings of others, and the dead who have been split in half will never be.

A man who was split in half from head to toe was supposed to see nothing. But the blade is too sharp, and the speed of the shot is too fast. So much so that after this knife was cut off, half of the strange man was still not dead, and what happened at this last moment could still be seen.

How long is a flash?

In the flick of a finger, it was already sixty moments. But the strange thing is that in the last moments before death, people can think of many things that they usually can't finish thinking about for ten days and ten nights.

What did the half-weirdo come up with?

It's nothing more than joys and sorrows, nothing more than love and hatred. But in any case, none of this will ever be known again. And he himself, of course, will never say it,

Half of the weirdo fell, and Cheng Li stood up. The tip of Captain Echizen's sword pointed to the ground, and a little red blood bead happened to be dripping slowly.

The mustache was full of suspicion, and blurted out: "There is no blood in the killing, and there is a little red under the sword? No, you are using the Fuso long knife." But...... This knife ......"

"Whether it's a knife or a sword, it's just a tool for this person to disguise his identity. ”

The old pedant stood up slowly, and his ten fingers, which were as thin as chicken feet, couldn't stop opening and closing. He stared at Cheng Li with his eyes, and asked word by word: "Zhenwu Palace Guyun Dao person, who is you?"

The water dragon next to him suddenly heard the words "Lonely Cloud Dao Man", and couldn't help but be taken aback.

Many people know that the Zhenwu Palace, one of the three major streams in the world, is in charge of teaching the real person law "Lingfeng". But there are not many people in the world who can know who the Lingfeng True Master is.

But the water dragon chant is one of them. Therefore, he knew that Lingfeng Zhenren actually had three masters, all of whom were elders of the previous generation of the True Martial Palace, and they were also three brothers, named Guyun, Relic Stone, and Cold Spring.

The martial arts of these three people are so high that they are truly unfathomable. But they have always devoted themselves to cultivation, and almost never leave the True Martial Palace for half a step. There are even few friends in the rivers and lakes, let alone enemies.

But listening to the tone of the old pedant's words, it was word by word, as if he had some unforgettable hatred for the people of Guyun Dao. It's weird.

In fact, for the grievances and grievances of the older generation of these martial arts figures, Shui Longyin doesn't care too much. What he was really worried about was what Cheng Lizhen had to do with the people of Guyun Dao. And the old pedant knew at a glance that it was not easy to mess with. If he had a grudge against the Guyun Dao people, and then sprinkled this breath on Cheng Li, then it would be bad.

"What Lone Cloud? I haven't heard of it. ”

Cheng Li turned around and said lightly: "This person wanted to kill me just now, so I killed him." You two didn't kill me, so I don't want to kill you either. I'll come, just see the old fox. The old fox came out, and the matter was over. ”

"The milky baby has not dried. At this point, do you want to hide it?"

The old scholar said: "Although the old man is old, this pair of eyes is not dizzy. The way you dealt with Lao Mu's fast sword just now was clearly the Taiqing mixed vitality passed down by the descendants of the True Martial Palace. Only this magic skill can make the thirteen styles of Lao Mu's Heavenly Remnant completely useless. ”

After a pause, the old scholar didn't wait for Cheng Li to answer, and said coldly: "Just now I threw the dice on the gambling table, what can you bet on, it must be because of the use of this too pure vitality, right?"

Hmph, it can move the dice in the air, and it can interfere with Lao Mu's fast sword. Your attainments in this qigong are really not shallow. How can you have this ability just because you are a stinky kid? It seems that Gu Yun has spent a lot of money on you.

Hmph, could it be that the three brothers have cultivated a spiritual wind and occupied the position of the head of the True Martial Palace for more than twenty years, and they still want to continue to occupy it? It's just too deceitful!"

This old pedant does not give anyone a chance to speak at all, let alone listen to an explanation. As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately guessed to himself, as if he had analyzed some shocking secret, and he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, looking indignant.

Looking at the appearance of the old pedant, although Cheng Li still had no expression on the surface, in fact, secretly, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

When I was in the Xia family before, I was misunderstood by Old Man Xia that he had cultivated some magic skills in Longhua Temple. Now he is misunderstood by this old pedant that he is the apprentice of the Taoist priest of the True Martial Palace. So what about next time? Is it time for someone to misunderstand that they have something to do with Baisha Academy?

In fact, the old pedant guessed correctly. The reason why Cheng Li bet on something at the table is not luck. In the same way, the reason why the Thirteenth Style of the Heavenly Remnant of the Half Strange Man is always a little worse, and the death and life stabbing are not in the middle of the range, let alone luck,

Luck is important – whatever you do, you have to be a little lucky.

But "luck" didn't fall from the sky in vain. If a person can grasp the opportunity every time, then his "luck" must always be good.

Opportunities are always fleeting. So to seize the opportunity, you must first be prepared.

Cheng Li had already made any preparations.

Using this power, Cheng Li can control gravity to a certain extent. As long as you skillfully control the strength of gravity from different directions, it is easy to manipulate the dice points in the air, or to pull the offensive of the iron crutch.

In fact, from the perspective of scientists' research, gravity is a kind of force, and true qi is also a kind of force. There may be differences in nature and strength, but in the end, there is not much difference in the results. Therefore, the old scholar will misunderstand what the "Dizang Tribulation" is, and it is not too wrong to be too wrong.

Between the old scholar and the Lonely Cloud Dao man, there really seemed to be some irresolvable deep hatred. He stood up and said gloomily: "You stinky little doll, you don't deserve to let the old man do it at all." But since you are Guyun's disciple and grandson, that's another matter. Little Ding!"

The mustache sighed, stood up as well, and took a few steps to the side. The two of them, one left and one right, were like pliers, sandwiching Cheng Li in the middle. At the same time, Cheng Li also subconsciously felt awkward and looked very uncomfortable.

From Cheng Li's point of view, this is an external spirit wave trying to invade his brain to interfere and lock.

When he was in the research institute before, Cheng Li had come into contact with some robbers who were particularly good at spiritual power. In front of those spiritual power robbers, Cheng Li would have this awkward and uncomfortable feeling.

Of course, there are still differences in the degree between the two, but they are roughly the same in nature. In other words, this mustache and the old pedant, at least in terms of spiritual cultivation, are not inferior to some spiritual robbers.

If Cheng Li told Shui Longyin about this feeling, then Shui Longyin would be easily understood.

Let's ask, who hasn't heard of the words "gas engine locking" in the rivers and lakes? Who doesn't understand the meaning?