The middle-aged man didn't feel the pain at all, which confirmed Zhang Wu's guess in his heart that most of the secret techniques he obtained were to take the path of self-mutilation and cultivation of the acupoints, and the evil sect returned to the evil sect, but it has always been inferior in the secret techniques of the evil sect, only a little stronger than the cannibalistic heart, liver, flesh and blood.

Even so, this secret technique has always been rare in the rivers and lakes, and occasionally the fragments can set off monstrous waves in the rivers and lakes, for which hundreds of lives have been taken, and there are many people who have been slaughtered by several rivers and lakes overnight. It's more of a few mantras passed down from mouth to mouth, and there are very few people who can make a name for themselves, but they have always been regarded as treasures in small sects

However, Zhang Wu scoffed at the secret techniques that many martial artists in the rivers and lakes dreamed of, and exchanged the future of martial arts for the empty shelf realm of mirrors and waters, what if it was terrifying?

I broke it with one shot.

Qian Erye, who was still half embedded in the wall, was pulled down, and his snort was stable, and the porter Chen Bo also put his mind at ease and looked at the master and apprentice who were facing each other with life and death worriedly. He was one of the few people who knew about this secret back then, and Second Master Qian in Qingshan Town only heard a little rumor. There are not a few disciples who have entered the school, and there are not a few who don't even know that there is such a senior brother as a middle-aged man.

Zhang Wu put away the gun and brought out a huge blood hole in the middle-aged man's body, and even the tangled viscera was clearly visible, but the internal organs that were originally in their own place were upside down in the middle-aged man's body, which is also one of the exercises recorded in the broken secret book, so that many fatal injuries will not damage the combat power in a short period of time, and it is also where his confidence lies in exchanging injuries for his life to fight the four-story old dart master.

To the surprise of the middle-aged man, Zhang Wu grew older, although the speed of martial arts climbing slowed down, and his marksmanship became more and more spicy.

After the revenge was avenged, the middle-aged man suddenly felt that it was not bad to be alive, but if he, a death row prisoner, had not been eroded and shackled by martial arts day and night, he might have been chopped off by a stupid executioner with five big and three thick.

He is a five-story martial artist, where can he not be free?

Why do you want to die in this small Qishan County?

The middle-aged man roared: "It's a life-saving grace, if the master doesn't retreat, he will scold the apprentice on the Huangquan Road again!"

Before the words fell, he stepped forward, regardless of the sharpness of the gun.

The middle-aged man, who originally didn't want to make a move on Zhang Wu, tried his best to restrain his killing intent towards Zhang Wu, and on the other hand, he was almost crazy attracted by Zhang Wu's nearly six-story martial arts.

It's just that the idea of living can't suppress the hunger and thirst for the blood of the living, and the middle-aged man at this time has obviously come to an extremely dangerous step.

The shot just now, if he died, he would wear out two percent of his combat power, and now he was boiling blood with secret techniques, and the bottleneck of the five-story building that had been soaked for a long time was faintly showing some signs of loosening, which made the middle-aged man happy. The secret book he obtained is really a fragment, a total of only the first six floors of the cultivation method, and the most important mantra in the whole book is missing, he relied on his understanding and words before and after, repeatedly scrutinized to come up with a similar mantra, but this complete book is expected to be among the second-rate cheats, and the fragment of his deduced recipe is now only at the third-rate level.

However, most of the secret techniques will inevitably accumulate disadvantages and will not be able to return later, and how many of those who eat people's hearts and blood will reach old age? Either they will be killed in a madness, or they will die in a mad way, and no one will be able to die well. The same is true of his secret technique of absorbing people's hearts and blood, every time he sucks the blood of one more person, he must be contaminated with one more person's temperament, and those who have good thoughts in their hearts can say that if the evil hearts and minds are hard to drink, the evil thoughts in his heart will also enter his body with the blood, so that his heart will always be at peace, and the murderous heart will become more and more serious.

In the end, killing people is just a matter of quenching thirst, and it is absolutely impossible to really reach the great immortal life contained in that fragment, as the realm of martial arts improves, those distracting thoughts in the heart will only become more and more deep, and as the realm grows, it will become more and more difficult to eliminate.

He once estimated that if he reached the six-story realm, if he could have some life-sustaining methods, he would still have ten years to live.

Ten fingers hooked into his face and slowly drew ten deep scars that could be seen in the bones, and he finally couldn't maintain the last trace of clarity.

At this time, Wei Changpan was in a relatively safe place, his face was pale and he looked at the two people who let go of their hands and feet on the street, Zhang Wu's gun was broken, and the middle-aged man's hands and claws were injured everywhere, the former was better than the enemy's experience, and the latter was not afraid of death, and the tricks were weird, and there were often means to exchange injuries for injuries, Zhang Wu was old after all, and the secret techniques practiced by middle-aged men were extremely difficult to entangle, often being shot for a claw, seeing Wei Changpan's heart was anxious, several blood veins on the broken arm were sealed by Chen Bo, and the cardiopulmonary injury was also skillfully stimulated Wei Changpan, who was temporarily suppressed by the tricks, only had two legs to move at this time, not to mention helping, it was difficult to protect himself, Uncle Chen, who was busy checking on Second Master Qian's broken tendons and bones, was distracted.

"Take a good look, cough cough, it will be of great help to your martial arts understanding in the future, two pro six-story martial arts.... The life-and-death struggle of the husband is rare. Seeing that it was Qian Erye who woke up, Wei Changpan hurriedly looked at the two of them, in the end, Jiang was still old and spicy, and Zhang Wu, who was torn by the middle-aged man's claws, shot the former in the lower abdomen again, and brought out some black and red viscera fragments when he pulled them out.

The overall situation has been decided, and Wei Changpan has this idea in his heart.

Glancing at the change in his eyes, Uncle Chen sighed in his heart, he was still too young, before the means of pressing the bottom of the box were revealed, who would dare to say that this was a winning situation?

It's up to him to see if he has a backhand.

There was a captain Chen Shi in the Dayao border army, who was able to shoot an eight-stone bow, and within ninety steps, an arrow pierced his chest.

That's what he's talking about.

Slowly pulling out the military bronze back bow, it was the armor-piercing arrow of the Dayao army, and Chen Shi was confident that one arrow would shoot through the heart of that ungrateful dog cub!

After squinting for a moment, Chen Shi loosened his strings, his back protruded high, and the slender spikes that were more than twice as long as ordinary arrows approached the middle-aged man's heart. Because the wind and snow had a great impact on the arrow path, Chen Shi didn't shoot his head with this arrow.

The figure of the middle-aged man who was hit by this arrow shook, and the cowering soldiers around him also had some courage, and slowly approached, each thinking about whether he could win the first skill of killing this wingman.

Bothered delusional.

He has burned out ten years of yang life, and he can't fold it here today!

The middle-aged man boiled his whole body's blood by the means recorded at the end of the fragment, and was able to briefly climb the sixth-story martial arts building, suck the efforts of Zhang Wu, a martial artist on the sixth floor, and then crush these scum ants.

Zhang Wu, who felt the majestic momentum of the six-story building, looked grim.

The name of the mountain gun was originally taken from the battlefield, even if you are majestic, I have my own iron horse to hit the mountain.

Zhang's gun, the gun will not be returned when people die.

In the life-and-death battle, Zhang Wu became a sixth-story martial artist.

A shot pierced through his palm, and then through the middle-aged man's head.