"Click"!!

A sudden voice sounded very abruptly under this silence.

Shen Tianhao and Wutong were instantly stunned.

The white-haired old man on the side, who was not angry and arrogant, was also stunned.

The eyes of the three of them were focused on the palm that Chu Shangze raised for a moment.

I saw that Zhao Wujian, who was still shouting just now, had tilted his head and died so much that he couldn't die anymore.

Quiet!

Totally quiet!

The entire ruined clearing was completely silent for a full ten seconds.

Immediately, the breath on the white-haired old man's body trembled violently.

"You!good!big!big!guts!son!"

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

The moment the white-haired old man spoke, the wooden hairpin at the back of his head shattered, and his long snow-white hair fluttered in the wind.

The sleeves of the robe are immense.

The momentum climbed directly to the top.

The voice was just calm, but it made people can't help but have a fear from their hearts.

However, he was facing Chu Shangze.

"Oh, what are you, why should I listen to what you say?" Chu Shangze turned his head and glanced at it, looking sneering.

As he spoke, the body of Zhao Wujian, which was grabbed with his right palm, was also thrown aside.

"You're playing with fire!" the white-haired old man spat out word by word.

After 40 years of seclusion, how could he have been so angry?

It turned out to be from this junior.

"I'll give you two choices!" the figure of the white-haired old man slowly floated into the air.

It turned out to be like Chu Shangze not long ago.

It was really like a demon god, and Shen Tianhao and Wutong felt a tense heart.

Chu Shangze didn't pay attention to it, and glanced at it leisurely.

I only heard the voice of the white-haired old man coming from the air:

"Or, you kneel and cut yourself!"

"Or, the old man will kill you with his own hands, and he will destroy your entire division!"

"You, pick one. ”

The white-haired old man's eyes were full of coldness, like a god on top, looking down on the world, full of indifference.

"Oh, just you, a person who hasn't even broken through the foundation building period?" Chu Shangze shook his head and laughed.

"I don't know what is alive or dead!" the white-haired old man was so angry that he was shocked by the air all over his body, "Do you know who the old man is?"

"Old man Zhao kills cold!!"

As soon as these words came out, the mountains and forests in all directions were suddenly blown by a sudden gust of wind.

However, Chu Shangze didn't react, but there was a terrifying exclamation from Wutong in the light mask on the side:

"What? you...... Are you the God of Killing Zhao Killing Han?"

The white-haired old man was expressionless, just glanced at Wutong lightly.

It seems that in his eyes, taking care of Wutong is a very cheap thing.

But it was this glance that made Wutong completely confirmed.

"Master Wu, what did you mean by what you just said?" Shen Tianhao on the side asked puzzled.

Wu Tong swallowed and foamed, and quickly explained: "You are not from our martial arts circle, so it's normal that you don't know. ”

"This killing god Zhao Killing Han is a famous generation of killing gods in our martial arts world sixty years ago, but the martial arts world only knows his name, and does not know his origin. ”

According to the records of the secretary, he won 2,998 of the 2,999 contests in his lifetime. Among them, three hundred and four grandmasters of the same level were killed, and it was because of this that they got the name of killing gods. The people who were killed were all martial arts masters, not stalls on the side of the road. ”

"It can be said that the martial artists of that time would be frightened to the point of weakness whenever they heard his name. ”

Shen Tianhao was dumbfounded when he listened to the book of heaven, but he still had a question, "Isn't it two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine games? How can there be only two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight victories?"

Wu Tong said secretively: "That one is the last one of Zhao Shuhan. Forty years ago, he disappeared after competing with Li Jianxian, a generation of grandmasters in the capital, and Li Jianxian has been in retreat since then, and the competition of that battle has been fruitless. Everyone thought he was dead because they didn't know Zhao Shuhan's whereabouts, but now it seems that everyone guessed wrong!"

Utong's pupils constricted from tension.

Because forty years ago, this Zhao Shuhan was already a master of the Mahayana realm.

On the side, Shen Tianhao was even more chilled when he heard it.

Forty years ago, this Zhao Shuhan even tried to compete with the famous Li Jianxian in China?

Even though Shen Tianhao is not a person from the martial arts world, that Li Jianxian in the capital is a living immortal in the hearts of the Chinese people!

couldn't help but worry about Chu Shangze in their hearts......

What kind of characters are Chu Shangze and Zhao Shuhan, no matter how small the voices of Wutong and Shen Tianhao are, they can be heard in the ears of both of them.

So now I heard Wutong explain.

The white-haired old man, that is, Zhao Shuhan, glanced at Chu Shangze with a cold and arrogant face.

Anger was hidden.

But the momentum has not diminished in the slightest.

His voice, like a dead duck, rang out over the quiet ruins:

"The old man has been in the martial arts world for 30 years, and he has seen countless arrogant juniors. But you, the most arrogant junior I've ever seen. ”

"It's a pity that you don't know whether you live or die, and you dare to break into the forbidden place of my sect and kill my disciples. ”

Zhao Shuhan stared at Chu Shangze condescendingly, shot coldly, and said in an extremely gloomy voice: "So, no matter how talented you are, no matter how arrogant you are, the old man will take your blood as a blood sacrifice for my sect today!"

And at this most tense moment, Chu Shangze just raised his head and said lightly: "You have been in retreat for forty years, but your cultivation has not increased at all, so you are embarrassed to make a big fuss in front of me?"

The air is stagnant.

"What a little boy with sharp teeth and sharp mouth! The old man will slap you to death now!" Zhao Shuhan had never been so aggrieved in front of a young man, and he was so angry that he was full of anger.

In a word.

I saw Zhao Shuhan take a sharp breath, and the whole person skyrocketed, and he was as thin as a brute bull, and his body was covered with blood and tendons, which was terrifying.

Immediately after, a palm was slapped.

It was like a blood mist and a gust of wind.

Bloody Palm!

This is Zhao Killhan's trick.

Before he escaped from the world, he used this palm to kill hundreds of martial arts heroes.

In the past few decades of refinement, he has cultivated so shallowly, but the kung fu in this hand has improved a lot.

This palm down.

On the spot, it was the Yin Feng Qi.

Wutong and Shen Tianhao, who were blowing in the angry wind, only felt pain in their skin, even if they were under the mask, and hurriedly raised their arms to block their faces.

Under such pressure, both of them were nervous.

The two of them are not really targets, and they have been forced by this palm to have no backhand.

And what about the gentleman?

I'm afraid his situation is even more urgent, right?

The two Wutong who couldn't see clearly naturally didn't know.

At this time, Chu Shangze just nodded in the face of Zhao Shuhan's strong palm, and said leisurely: "This palm technique is a bit hot. Then I'll try it, how many taels do you have as a grandmaster?"

"Don't be ashamed!"

Zhao Shuhan was furious when he heard this, and the palm in his hand burst out a little stronger.