"You person, what's the matter, you said that there was an emergency, and you stopped us." What he said was ignored, and the honey glass of Ganlu Temple was crossed, and he was puffing up, staring at Qingzang Chaoyang.

But Qingzang Chaoyang didn't care, looked at Purgatory Xing Shoulang and said: "Among these people, you have the most momentum, you and I have a competition, win against me, and I will leave immediately." ”

"But if you lose, you can leave, you can't solve the matter here."

His palms were open, his bones crackling like fried beans, and the rhythm of his breathing was abruptly sideways.

Call!

Like a thunderous breath, the white lines formed by the two breaths appeared out of thin air and poured into its mouth and nose.

Hearing this particular breathing sound and rhythm, everyone was a little surprised.

It's not breathing, but it's a lot like it's a martial artist's use of breath.

Boom!

Qingzang Chaoyang stepped forward with his left leg, stepped heavily on the ground, his legs apart, and his standing posture looked as steady as Mount Tai, and his sleeves moved without wind, floating gently.

At the same time, he was standing upright, his left arm was stretched straight, his fists were clenched, and his right hand was tucked around his waist, and the upper muscles of his arm were bulging, with a great sense of strength.

"Come on!"

Purgatory Xingjulang wants his eyes to burst into light, and he has to step forward, no matter what the reason is, since he has put forward this kind of battle request, he can't ask for it, just right, and also see how capable the folk Taoist hall master is.

"Wait."

Chuan Liushi grabbed Purgatory Xingjulang and shook his head: "Let me come, I want to compare with this old man." ”

Just looking at the fighting spirit, at this moment, the fighting spirit of Qingzang Chaoyang Zhou is soaring into the sky, although there is a sense of weakness of the years, it is still much stronger than Purgatory Xing Shoulang.

But this is not the main reason, the most important thing is that the swordsmen's moves are purely developed for slaying ghosts, in order to take their lives, and the competition with others will be limited, I'm afraid it's a little worse, especially the one in front of him, who is experienced at first glance and has experienced many sparring battles.

Purgatory Kyojuro is not a strong character, he nodded and said, "It's okay, you should be a lot stronger than me now, you can come." ”

Qingzang Chaoyang looked sideways, looking at the river.

"Listening to him say this, you are the strongest among these people, I didn't expect me to look away."

Hearing this, the immortal Minoru Kawa let out an unhappy snort, but he didn't refute it.

Chuan Liushi stepped forward step by step, Liu Shengren slashed the bloody battlefield, and countless terrifying killing intent spurted out, instantly shrouded in the morning sun of Qingzang, his eyes suddenly widened, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his whole body was cold like falling into an ice cave.

() () What is the matter with this man?

Yanagi Bingwei has killed more people than she can count, if they are piled up together, they can become a mountain of corpses, his killing intent is a strong deterrent to humans, but the effect on ghosts is not satisfactory, only the momentum formed by killing ghosts can deter them.

No matter what Qingzang Chaoyang's strength is, he gives Chuanliu the feeling that he is just a practitioner who has never seen blood.

After all, this is a time of peace, not swordsmen who fight ghosts, and there are very few killers.

Stretching out his palm, Chuan Liushi smiled slightly: "The person who comes is a guest, and it is a little inappropriate to speak with your fists when you first meet, so just shake hands." ”

This smile, in the eyes of Qingzang Chaoyang, seemed to see a monster with a blood-soaked sword, grinning full of sharp teeth and human skin.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again, the illusion in his eyes faded, and the person in front of him was just a polite young man with a smile.

"Okay, let's shake hands."

This is a ghost, it must be a ghost who has lived for an unknown amount of time, otherwise how could it accumulate this killing intent that is like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

If this ghost is really as young as he looks, he will write his name upside down!

Qingzang Chaoyang knows the existence of ghosts, and he also knows the ghost killing team.

So he's a little panicked now, and now, the ghosts are all going all the way with the ghost killing team? Qingzang Chaoyang really wanted to remind Purgatory Xingjulang and the others: "There is an old ghost mixed in among you, hey!" Aren't you ashamed to be a ghost hunter swordsman! ”

However, no matter who the other party is, he will do his best.

The hands are shaken, the first feeling is rough when the river flows, Qingzang Chaoyang's hands are black and yellow, full of wind and frost scars, the palms are rough calluses, there is a rough feeling of rubbing the irregular gravel, and then I feel heavy, the hands are big and thick, it seems difficult to hold, and I subconsciously want to let go.

On the other side, in the eyes of Qingzang Chaoyang, at first glance, it seems to be holding a woman's hand, without a trace of scratches and pimples, smooth and delicate, and the complexion is white when the river flows, and the hands are also slender and fair, but it really feels like a woman's hand.

However, there is no sense of weakness, on the contrary, on the palm of this hand, the slender and slender fingers are like refined steel bars, as if the steel is cast, very hard, difficult to shake.

The white skin and the black and yellow hands clasped together, Qingzang Chaoyang inhaled suddenly, and a large stream of air formed Bai Lian was inhaled into his lungs, and then his hands suddenly exerted force, his face was serious, and the wrinkles on his cheeks were even more profound, as if they were carved by a knife and axe, and they were still gently twisting and trembling.

() () Drink!

There was a loud cry in his mouth.

Click!

The ground was centered on the two of them, and the spider-web-like cracks quickly crawled all over the three meters around them, and they were still slowly spreading and expanding.

When the river flowed, it only felt like a thousand catties of huge force squeezing his palm, trying to consume his blood, crushing his bones, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Such a surging force, it is really stronger than many ghosts, and even, it is qualified to wrestle with the upper string.

It's a pity that not only are the ghost bodies more powerful than humans when they are flowing down, but these hands are the hardest and most powerful parts of the whole body, harder than real steel.

He grinned, "Old man, your bones are really strong. Staring at the deep wrinkles on Qingzang Chaoyang's face, his eyes narrowed: "However, at such an old age, it is still a little snack, how good it is to retire at home and enjoy old age in peace, and the world can be handed over to us young people." ”

Qingzang Chaoyang can pinch the strength of the steel bar, at this moment it is like a stone sinking into the sea, and the hand of the river is not half deformed.

Because of the street competition between the two, and the Chiba Town Gym is lined up, and the atmosphere is still martial, a large number of people came over and expressed their opinions unabashedly.

"That old man is the owner of the Suliu Dojo, Qingzang Chaoyang, and he has more than 100 disciples, and this young man has a big tone."

"Yes, it looks fine, but I'm afraid that I'm complaining in my heart, and I can't pull it down, so I can barely support it."

"Not necessarily, when you look at Master Qingzang's watch, it looks like a great enemy, but that young man is as immobile as a mountain."

"Huh? It seems to be really, really? ”

"Nonsense, it must be Master Qingzang who is kind-hearted, saves face for him, and deliberately makes a serious appearance."

“………”

The two were at a stalemate, there was a lot of talk around them, and time passed slowly.

A minute later, Chuan Liushi felt that he had saved enough face for the old man, and before he could defeat him instantly, his palm began to really exert force.

As far as the eye can see, a trace of blue and black slowly appears on the white hand during the river, and the outline seems to have become a little larger.

Creak... Creak......

I don't know whose hand bones were squeezed together, and let out an overwhelmed moan.

Qingzang Chaoyang's already serious face wrinkled even deeper, it hurt!