The old temple is dilapidated, and I don't know how long it has been deserted, the ruins are decaying, and even the clay statues offered inside have been pushed to the ground, falling apart, catching up with the world, but even the Bodhisattva himself is difficult to protect.

On the dead grass laid out, a few unkempt beggars were asleep, with clay pots on their sides, and underneath them were the embers that had not yet burned out, and in them there were leftovers from the previous night's unfinished meal.

While he was sleeping, on the snow outside the temple, a footstep came quickly, and a meteor had stepped in, only jumping over a few beggars, and then passing through the broken temple and disappearing.

One after the other, three people outside the temple hurriedly chased after them, but just as they took off into the air, one of them snorted, but he flew through an arc in the air along the force, and hit the wall unabated, scattering earth and stones, breaking his head and bleeding, and killed on the spot.

Then look at the man's left eye socket, and a stone is embedded in it.

While the remaining two were frightened, their eyes were already full of hatred and anger, and their eyes were cracked, but they refused to hesitate for a moment and chased after them.

Behind the ruined temple is a mass grave, under the gradual snow, white bones leak out, the tomb is barren, overgrown with wild grass, desolate but slaughtered.

The two of them looked fixedly, and the man on the snow had stopped, turned his head, and a blue-faced, fanged rakshasa face fell into their eyes in an instant.

Chen Zhuo raised his foot and brushed the dry bones on the ground, and said softly: "Good place, just for burying you." ”

Seeing this face, the two disciples of the Divine Hand Sect who came after him subconsciously glanced at each other, their faces changed slightly, and they said hatefully: "You are the one who killed our junior brother in Jinmen?" Guanzhong Chen Zhuo? Okay, let's settle the old accounts together. ”

The other person squinted his triangular eyes and said sharply: "My junior brother just mistook you for a person from the White Lotus Sect, and you took his life after a misunderstanding, and you were ruthless in your heart, so you are not vicious." ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes didn't see waves, "Just by your words, you should be killed." ”

"I'll come first."

Hearing this, the man who spoke later raised his head and smiled, only wrapped his hair around his neck, and as soon as he moved, he had already pounced on him with strange steps.

This person is a little shorter, but with big shoulders and a round waist, broad shoulders and broad back, like a coolie moving goods on the dock, it is obviously a fierce road with a big opening and closing, and there is no movement at all, but there is an undercurrent surging under the sleeves, as if there are dragons and snakes swimming, so it is not amazing.

Chen Zhuo's eyes froze, but he was still ruthless, "Just you group of third-rate goods, you really ruined the Yue family's fist." ”

Yue's loose hands, it is rumored to be created by Yue Fei, flourished in the early Qing Dynasty, a total of 32 roads, 173 hands, with static braking, to win quickly, fierce and ruthless, endless killing, so there is some relationship with the "Xingyi Fist".

The man came very quickly, his legs kicked and flicked, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of Chen Zhuo, his arms shook again, and a circle of ripples like ripples shook out of his sleeves in an instant, shaking out the folds and shaking out his hands, which were a pair of dry palms like eagle claws.

The other man was speeding around and waiting for an opportunity to move.

Chen Zhuo's eyes under the mask turned around, and he immediately made a decision, bent his legs, like an old ape squatting, and swiped with one foot on the ground, stirring up the snow on the ground and enveloping the field.

The other person's face changed, and he was about to squeeze in, only to listen in the turbulent frost and snow, "Puff puff puff......

The fight has begun.

A sudden and dense sound exploded between the tombs, but the fight was only instantaneous, and the two figures were already staggered.

Chen Zhuo's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his mouth suddenly let out a swallowing sound like a long whale absorbing water, like a tiger's roar.

The dwarf man followed the momentum of the forward rush, staggered a few steps, like drinking spirits, his body suddenly shook, a puff of blood mist erupted from his neck, his legs then weakened, and he fell to the ground, and the life in his eyes was rapidly dimmed.

At the moment when Chen Zhuo swallowed his breath, a sharp shadow was like an arrow from a string, swooping straight from a few meters away, and the five fingers of his hands were folded, and he smashed into the top of his skull like a heavy hammer, it was another person.

It was a blue-faced man, full of anger and hatred, too fast, the score was too fast, and it was too late to intervene after a moment's hesitation.

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo's knife eye was wide open, the sound of swallowing was abruptly interrupted, and he raised his foot to lunge to meet it, his right hand five fingers were opened, and the opponent's fist was connected to the palm of his hand.

The two were separated in an instant, one took off and flipped into the air, and the other stood up.

Turning over the man who jumped a few meters into the air and counterattacked, Chen Zhuo's face suddenly turned red, and he flew back a few steps, taking the opportunity to swallow his breath in his mouth.

The person who jumped into the air landed in an instant, seemingly like thunder, but the landing was light and silent, a little on tiptoe, like a swallow stepping on snow, had pounced again, a pair of fists were like hammers, smashing into Chen Zhuo's chest, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Chen Zhuo spread his palms together and greeted his fist with his palms.

The fist suddenly stirred up a string of grinding beans.

During the hand-to-hand, a little red suddenly fell from his face, and his feet retreated again and again.

But after only three or two steps of withdrawal, Chen Zhuo's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and with one hand raised, the originally empty hand suddenly slid out of the handle of the snowy knife body, silently, already flying in his hand, reflected by the sun, dazzling, fast as lightning.

The blue-faced man was not alarmed, he knew that this person must be proficient in swordsmanship, and as soon as his internal strength was destroyed, he immediately turned his fist into a palm, and with a flip of his palm, he was already entangled with the knife light.

Chen Zhuo allowed him to breathe, a single knife and a horizontal, cutting and picking hooks, and the pace under his feet also changed, like a mountain fox jumping, an ape running a tiger, one hand clenched into a fist into a phoenix eye, picking on the weakness of the key point, holding a knife in one hand to slash out a knife shadow around the other party.

The tip of the swinging knife brought out strings of blood.

It's just a few breaths, and the two of them have already attacked dozens of moves, and the blue-faced man's eyes are red, and his eyeballs are about to bulge out, so he is not crazy.

Chen Zhuo's chest rose and fell violently, like an expanding bellows, frantically swallowing the bone-chilling coldness of the snow melting, stimulating his lungs and making his knife more and more ruthless.

"Poof!"

In the fierce battle, I heard the hum of the blade.

The entangled two people were abruptly separated, Chen Zhuo fell with one hand, held the knife in the other, and the blood beads on the edge of the blade rolled.

And the blue-faced man behind him actually had a knife in his hand, his bulging eyes seemed to sink back into his sockets at this moment, his lips opened slightly, his expression froze, his blue and black face was a little more pale, and the skull of Liuyang Kui on the back of his neck rolled down, and his headless body fell to the ground, and the blood from the knife was gushing like a spring.

It turned out to be a double knife.

"Luck increases, life number changes!"

As if he was aware of it, he kicked away the head that rolled to the front, Chen Zhuo looked at the blood flowing on the ground, and the handwriting quickly gathered in his eyes.

[Carrier: Chen Zhuo]

[World: Late Qing Dynasty and Early Republic of China]

[Fate: Greedy Wolf Enters the Life]

[Luck: Seven grades first] (Note: Nine grades are the beginning, and one grade is the most.) ）

[Life: Murderous Death]

[Talent: Gathering] (Note: Greedy wolf devours the sky, devours the enemy and gathers transportation.) ）

Tips: Life changes with luck, luck with people, if luck reaches a product, you can go to other worlds, the number of gas is redetermined, and the fate changes; If the luck surpasses the first level, you can choose an identity before going to other realms, reincarnate in other realms, and retain the cultivation of the previous life.

The handwriting was scattered in a blink of an eye, and Chen Zhuo withdrew the knife, wiped the blood on it, and turned around and sank into the depths of the tomb.

Shortly after he left, a pair of old deerskin boots stepped lightly and silently in the snow, bringing out a series of plum blossom marks, and finally stopped in front of the two corpses.

This person is thin, about the age of confusion, with a long face and thin face, narrow eyebrows and thin eyes, but just looking thin, he does not have the slightest thin gas, but gives people a sense of toughness, and the tight skin and flesh seem to contain unimaginable explosive power.

He was holding a pair of ape arms around his chest, his hands half-tucked in cotton sleeves were exposed with ten amber nails as sharp as eagle's claws, his eyelids drooped, his hooked nose straightened, staring condescendingly at the corpse, his face was very cold, as if he had been coated with a layer of foreign wax, and the muscles of his cheeks were constantly agitating.

"Go, give the next post to the Yuan Shun Dart Bureau, just say that my god hand door wants to have a fight with the kid who plays the knife, the location is as they choose, if you dare to respond, no matter whether you win or lose, you will be presented with ten small yellow fish, if you don't see a reply within ten days, a few of you will go to the door of his dart bureau and put up a stage, come out and kill one."