The old beggar's skills are extraordinary, and it can even be said that he has gathered a mastery.

One Yang Finger, Ling Bo Weibu, Seven Wounds Fist, Iron Sand Palm, Dugu Nine Swords, Eighteen Palms of the Dragon, Internal Strength Mind is blessed by Jiuyang Divine Skill, pure Yang Inner Breath, surging and passionate, to just to Yang, strong and fierce, echoing inside and outside.

The combination of these exercises has made its power skyrocket a lot.

It can be said that these martial arts, each of which is a legendary miracle, and the old beggar is like a martial arts cheats grocery store, after the old beggar performs it, the moves are gorgeous and unpredictable, but under the gorgeous, it contains infinite killing opportunities, and for a while, the situation on the field also allows the old beggar to successfully gain the upper hand.

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"Bang!"

The old beggar's withered arm quickly poked out, and the fingers that were pinched out were clenched into fists, and a blow blasted towards Mita Norio, and even there was a buzzing sound in the air.

When a fist wind swept in the face, the Seven Injuries Fist burst out with the seventh layer of dark energy in the continuous swings and critical hits, and it had the power of splitting gold and breaking stones.

Mita Norio's face was blue and red, and in the process of retreating, his legs were above the ground, and he also ploughed out two deep ravines.

"The strength of this old beggar is really extraordinary, strange, why have I never heard of this person's name on the rivers and lakes?" Seeing this scene in his eyes, the fried ghost looked extremely excited, but he was also very curious, why such a powerful powerhouse had never heard of his name, which was too incredible.

Yiyang Finger, Seven Injuries Fist, Ling Bo Weibu, Jiuyang Divine Skill, Iron Sand Palm, Dugu Nine Swords, etc., etc., each of them is a martial arts mastery, and if you practice one of them, you have to cultivate through hard comprehension and the accumulation of time and years, but this old beggar who is not good-looking has learned all of them, and once had the upper hand, his strength is definitely not to be underestimated.

"However, he and Ah Xing should know each other, and they are quite related." The tailor Zhao Mo rubbed his chin, he was also full of curiosity about the identity of this old beggar, and he couldn't help but speculate about the identity of the other party in secret.

Ah Xing, who was practicing to heal his wounds, raised his head slightly, staring at the back of the old beggar, but his eyes flickered, looking extremely moved, but after witnessing the old beggar's miraculous posture, he couldn't help but gasp, and he was also surprised in his heart.

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"Baga, old man, I really have to say that your strength is really far beyond my imagination, but I have almost figured out your strength."

After a powerful blow, Norio Mita slowly stood up from the rubble, wiped the blood that flowed down the corners of his mouth, and grinned in a strange and evil way. It's as if he wasn't being beaten, but enjoying.

"It's really strange, he obviously hit several moves in a row, but why, there is no obvious subsidence in the breath?" Outside the field, coolie Qiang couldn't help frowning.

The fried ghost and the tailor Zhao also looked at the coolie's strong sight, and sure enough, although it was said that Mita Norio was beaten back again and again, the true qi on his body was not disordered, and his breath was extremely stable, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Mita Norio suddenly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing an incomparably strong body, thick bones and joints, and his muscles were like earthworm-like knotted protrusions, full of a fierce force.

However, compared with these thoughts, the most striking thing is the tattoo engraved on his body.

These tattoos are like ugly and hideous ghosts, with grimaces and squeaky screams, which are very mad.

They fangs and claws, ghostly shadows, cold and terrible, full of terrifying expressions, around Mita Kio, those demonic fogs jumped and wriggled uneasily, as if they were alive.

Those tattoos are really very weird, and they seem to constantly exude thin black lines.

Gorou's gossip stick is particular about seeing the stick, and the eyesight of the fried ghost is also very amazing, he condensed his true qi, and poured it into his eyes surgingly, shining, and bright, when he looked at it again.

I saw the grimace tattoo on Mita Kio's body, he was constantly swallowing black ghost qi, like tiny tentacles, fluttering in the wind, spreading everywhere, and the other end of these tiny tentacles was connected to the corpses of the four King Kongs, and was absorbing the dead qi on their bodies without stopping!

At the same time, after Norio Mita gained the death qi, the strength of the whole person was also expanding, and the whole person became more and more eerie.

And those grimace tattoos became more and more distorted and weird under the supply of dead air, and in the process of the demonic fog beating, they couldn't help but let out a hoarse and strange scream.

"What a strange power, this King Kong can absorb people's dead energy, and even his subordinates will not let go."

When he saw this amazing scene, the fried ghost couldn't help but scream.

It's incredible.

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"Under the light and guidance of the great god Hades, I am invincible and invincible!"

Mita Norio snorted, and suddenly, the fierce light in his eyes was revealed, and the momentum rose sharply, the whole person was like a ghost, and after a blur of his figure, he quickly approached the old beggar, and the black magic mist wrapped his fist, carrying the power of wind and thunder suddenly.

The fist has not yet arrived, but the sharp energy has already rolled up wildly and swept across the area.

For a while, many members of the iron-blooded hoe gang were also swept away by surprise, some were overturned in the air, some fell heavily on the wall, and their bones were cracked, and some people's heads were slapped to the stone pillars, and their brains suddenly cracked and blood flew away.

Facing Mita Kio's fist style, the old beggar also felt the coercion of compulsion, sharp as a knife, cutting his cheek out of several cuts, blood overflowing, sliding down his cheek.

"Golden bell jar, iron cloth shirt!"

When the crisis came, the old beggar crossed his hands in front of his chest, and subconsciously defended himself, as if he had covered his body with a golden bell.

The hard defense directly blocked Norio Mita's fist.

Just when the old beggar was secretly breathing out and was in shock, a cold ghost aura suddenly rose from the grimace totem on Mita Norio's body, turned into a black match, shattered the old beggar's golden bell jar, and ran through the past from the back of his heart.

The old beggar retreated and flew away, and hurriedly jumped out of the circle.

At this time, his face and lips became pale, and in his heart, the blood soaked in it also spread rapidly, and his fingers clicked twice towards his chest, sealing the acupoint, and only then did he stop the injury.

His figure couldn't help but shake before he stood still with difficulty, but his face couldn't help but flash a look of horror.

In just a few breaths, it seems that Mita Norio has completely become another person, and the strength and momentum of the whole person are also rising rapidly, as if he has skyrocketed from the cultivation of the grandmaster realm to the Jindan realm.

Not only that, but the ghost painting runes on his body are also very weird, just like countless ghosts possessed, there are evil qi at work between the swallowing and vomiting of ghost energy, the attack is tricky, treacherous and changeable, it seems to be extremely evil and dangerous, these totems of ghost faces can absorb the breath of the dead and the undead, and continuously replenish it to the body of Mita Norio, so there is no need to worry about the loss of true qi.

"Grandpa, be careful!" Ah Xing screamed in surprise.

Mita Kio also didn't give the slightest respite, and attacked again.

At this time, the old beggar had been forced into a corner, and it was impossible to dodge, so he frowned and greeted him.

I saw two figures, one gray and one black, quickly approaching in the running, and the struggle was staggered together.

The shadow of the fist is sharp, the wind is whistling, and even the air is mixed with the sound of clanging.

The old beggar has a unique martial arts experience, and his fist skills, palm skills, leg skills, and fingering skills are extremely strong.

It can be said that any part of his body can be used as a means of attack, and his experience is also very rich.

However, it is obvious that this King Kong must have some kind of weird secret technique, which can continuously absorb the dead qi on the dead people, and at the same time, because of the strange attacks of the grimace totem, he is also constantly exerting power, and he is frequently successful.

The grimace totem often gives the old beggar a tricky attack at a moment of surprise, although it has not been hit hard, but the successive sneak attacks have made the old beggar suffer enough.

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"Roar!"

At this moment, the old beggar suddenly shook his arms, accompanied by the spray of the grimace totem, and the billowing demonic mist also surged from all directions, and began to swallow and transform.

As time passed, the aura of the demonic mist was accompanied by the breath of death, constantly thickening, soaring wildly, and a huge coercion swept across the face.

After a period of circling and wandering, the demonic mist qi turned into a huge black dragon, fierce and vicious, and in a terrible roar, it shot towards the old beggar.

Facing the fishy wind, the old beggar's face was also solemn, but time could not make him think too much, and at the same moment, the old beggar's palm flew and slashed into the air.

"Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending!"

With a loud dragon roar, a golden dragon-shaped energy roared out.

"Boom."

Jiaolong and golden dragon, one black and one gold, the power of yin and yang, roared and raged, and slammed together, fierce and turbulent force, setting off layers of qi waves, spreading to the surroundings and corners, huge impact, as if it could shatter the void.

In the huge impact, the black dragon collapsed a lot, but only a moment later, the surrounding demonic mist qi was like a wandering energy body, and it was quickly replenished, and the original crumbling dragon was also more condensed.

On the other hand, the old beggar's golden dragon, at first its momentum was very fierce, and it had the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying, but when the golden dragon plunged headlong into the soaring demonic mist, it was like falling into a swamp, it writhed its sinuous dragon body, struggling hard, trying to break through the thick demonic mist.

If the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon are flying dragons in the sky, then the black dragon is the dragon, and the aura of the demonic mist has become a swamp that lingers in the surrounding space.

But in the swamp, often the harder, the more passive, the golden light on its body became more and more dim, and in the end, under the devouring of the black dragon, the golden dragon-shaped energy finally could no longer support it, and it was directly dispersed invisibly, and the strong dragon could not suppress the ground snake, let alone in the swamp.

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The black dragon broke through the dragon-shaped energy, and in an instant, it had already arrived at the old beggar's door, and the terrifying power pushed the old beggar directly to the sky, and the red and hot blood sprayed out, staining half of the sky.

"Grandpa!" Ah Xing broke away from the healing state, endured the pain that had not yet healed, and jumped into a fish to catch the old beggar who fell from mid-air.

The old beggar's face was pale, his breath was sluggish, and even the meridians on his body had been completely broken, and he couldn't live anymore.

"Grandpa."

Ah Xing's eyes were dull, he muttered softly, and tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes.

He never thought that he would be able to meet the old man who guided him, let alone that this old man would die for him, his nose was sour, and a sad emotion was also filled in his heart.

"Ah Xing, life is inherently dead, don't ...... because of my death Sadness, you want to ...... Alive, will be broad and profound martial arts...... Carry it forward and pass on your Nyorai Palm to more people. ”

After the old beggar said this, his originally cloudy gaze also became even darker, slowly closed, and finally died in Ah Xing's wrist.

"Grandpa!" Ah Xing hugged the old beggar's corpse, raised his head, and let out a heart-rending cry, looking extremely sad.

Diametrically opposed to Ah Xing's sadness, Mita Norio was sneering, sneering loudly, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "You should be happy to be able to die in the hands of the loyal man of the great god Hades, King Kong, hehe, I will sacrifice all your souls to the great god Hades and cast the supreme glory." ”

Mita Norio's expression was gloomy, and the grimace totem on his body made a squeaky and strange scream, he exuded a murderous intent all over his body, and walked over step by step.

"King Kong? Taking advantage of the danger of people, I think it is clearly the rat generation, since you worship Hades so much, then let me send you to hell and serve your Hades God! ”

However, at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, without any emotion, as if it was a curse from hell.

In a hard and claustrophobic building, Li Xiao raised his foot, kicked open the wall of the clean room, and walked out of the dust.

Li Xiao is out of customs!

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