The seeds that were planted at the beginning are now ripe.

Shi Zijiang's cultivation was indeed beyond his expectations.

"This little guy doesn't know how many people's blood he has sucked to reach the realm of bones in such a short time." Lu Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

While being curious about Shi Zijiang, he couldn't help but feel how strong the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Blood Demon Skill was.

It's a pity that the drawbacks of this exercise are too great, and he doesn't dare to practice rashly.

However, it is suitable for regular harvesting experience babies.

The thought fell, and Lu Tu looked down at the battle below.

"Five into the bones, and the rest are all triple changes of qi and blood, and you can get a lot of spirituality."

After a slight groan, he tapped his toes and rushed straight over.

Now.

On the long street, Chi Lijie's figure flickered, constantly bullying Shi Zijiang and pressing him, and he couldn't leave the vital points of his limbs.

The main purpose of this trip is to capture the other person alive, so the first thing to do is to abolish this person's cultivation.

After only more than ten moves, Shi Zijiang retreated one after another, embarrassed.

Seeing this, Chi Lijie's eyes flashed, and he was about to break his limbs in one go.

Suddenly, his complexion changed slightly, his steps paused, and he looked at the eaves in front of him, a black shadow appeared very suddenly.

This man is burly and tall, dressed in a black suit, wearing a black scarf, and his black hair is scattered behind his back, standing on the eaves with his hands down.

Suddenly, the man turned his head to look over, and his bright eyes seemed to flash a bright light in the night.

Chi Lijie's face was solemn, and his heart was instantly vigilant, this person is very strong, not to be underestimated!

Although the monk can only know the opponent's martial arts unless he fights in person since he entered the bone, sometimes his own speed will also be used as a standard to measure the level of strength.

Cultivating to a profound martial artist, his own speed is naturally not bad.

Of course, those external masters who practice in the flesh are naturally not between these standards.

But they are also very easy to distinguish, they can be distinguished almost at a glance, as long as they are big muscles, they are almost all masters of external skills.

On the other side, because of Lu Tu's appearance, Shi Zijiang, who was lucky enough to get a chance to breathe, quickly dodged back and looked at Lu Tu with gloomy eyes.

It's just that the more he looked, the more doubts in his eyes became.

Although he didn't know which side of Lu Tu was, the figure of the other party was somewhat familiar for some reason.

It's like I've seen it somewhere before.

But I can't remember it for a while.

All of a sudden, in the dark night, the three parties looked at each other from afar, and no one made the first move, and the atmosphere gradually became heavy for a while.

"In the Lower Three Rivers Gang...."Chi Lijie was a little breathless, and was about to ask out loud.

But before the words fell, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his right hand and slapped it in front of him.

I saw that the man in black on the opposite side was like a big black bird, spanning more than ten distances in an instant, and he was about to come over with a punch.

Boom!

When his fists touched, Chi Lijie's complexion changed, and he felt bad in his heart.

Without any hesitation, he hurriedly put his left hand into a sword finger, and pointed it on his right arm three times in a row, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly increased.

Trying to strike again to resist the sweeping force.

Boom!

But the next moment, before he could make a palm, he watched a red fist press on his chest like lightning.

Chi Lijie's entire body was instantly knocked away by a strong force, and he slammed into the wall, smashing the wall into a deep pit, and a large number of green bricks burst out.

This happened quickly.

It wasn't until Chi Lijie's figure slowly fell off the wall and fell to the ground that he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the rest of the people reacted.

"Pool steward!"

"Shout people, shout people!"

The faces of the rest of the Three Rivers Gang changed drastically, and the eyes of the woman who took the lead in the previous one were full of horror.

can hit Chi Lijie, who is about to enter the bone, with one blow, and the person in front of him is at least big into the bone, and may even practice.

Thinking of this, her body trembled slightly, and she turned around and fled without any hesitation.

Meanwhile.

Shi Zijiang's expression perked up when he saw this scene, although this person was wearing a face towel and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but if he could kill the people of the Three Rivers Gang, that was a rescuer!

"Thank you, senior!" He hurriedly shouted.

Xuan Wei prepared to leave with his men.

"None of you are allowed to leave!" But at this time, Lu Tu turned his head suddenly, pinched the trick with one hand, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

The voice fell.

The thick black mist quickly covered his body, and at the same time, his body suddenly rushed towards the fleeing Three Rivers Gang woman.

As soon as the terrible screams rang out, they stopped abruptly.

When the black fog cleared, only a dried skeleton with flesh and blood was left on the ground.

Seeing this, the pupils of everyone on the long street contracted sharply, and the souls of the dead were lost, and they scattered in all directions.

But it's still too late.

Lu Tu, who performed the Great Method of Devouring Souls by Devouring Bodies, was like incarnating a god of death at this moment, constantly reaping the lives of the creatures in front of him.

Just over a dozen breaths later.

On the empty and dead street, Lu Tu, whose eyes were red, clamped Shi Zijiang's neck with one hand and lifted it to his eyes.

Looking at his skin, the flesh and blood continued to converge towards his body like ice and snow melting.

"When I passed on your exercises, it was really worth the money." Lu Tu's hoarse voice rang out.

Hearing this, Shi Zijiang, who was originally confused with severe pain all over his body, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"You... Are you—" He reached out with difficulty, as if trying to grab Lu Tu's arm.

But in the end, it was still weak and hung down softly.

At this moment, he finally remembered.

No wonder I saw the other party's figure a little familiar just now, it turned out to be the person who taught him the exercises.

In the end, as the last touch of flesh and blood merged, Shi Zijiang's pupils dilated, his head tilted, and he lost his life.

Lu Tu casually lowered it and took the initiative to disperse the spiritual arts.

Then he closed his eyes slightly, sensing a large amount of spirituality added to his mind, and his eyes flickered.

"It's going to be ..... soon"

Immediately, the figure flashed and quickly disappeared in place.

The night was dark.

On the dead branch next to the official road, a bird with black feathers and a white bill stopped at the top, with blood-red pupils, looking around.

Suddenly, a black shadow suddenly flashed from the road, stirring up a puff of dust, startling birds fluttering, and the black shadow disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

During the gallop, Lu Tu's face was ugly, his face was full of hideous green tendons, and his eyes were red, as if he was forcibly suppressing something.

He underestimated the Devouring Soul Devouring Dafa.

This spiritual technique is powerful, but it is very addictive, and it is manipulated by the killing intent in his heart, and he has become a killing machine without consciousness.

Tonight, I originally planned to wash Qingshan Town in blood, but because of the backlash of spiritual art, I had to interrupt it.

"We can only wait for the next time." Lu Tu suppressed the surging killing intent in his mind and quickly rushed towards Jingcheng.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, his steps paused, and he looked straight ahead, only to see a strange white shadow hanging his head on the official road ahead, standing on the side of the road, stretching out his arms as if to intercept him.