Kill!

As soon as the cloth stick tightened, the sound of killing fell, and a blood-stained fist was once again smashed without fear and forgetting to die.

The old man didn't know why, he suddenly pulled his stick back, and stood still a few steps away, and his expression finally changed.

Under the heavy rain, a drop of blood slipped from his old cheek, which was full of wrinkles and furrows.

The old man didn't look at it, his withered left hand spread out in front of his chest, and he had already put the bead of blood into his rough and dark palm, and then his eyelids trembled, his eyes drooped, and he glanced at it lightly, and his dead and godless eyes seemed to have a subtle change.

It's not his blood.

Opposite him, Chen Zhuo's right fist was still striking, the flesh on the fist was open, the flesh was blurred, and the blood was poured down by the rain and fell into the soil.

Hit.

The punch missed, but the blood stains on the punch came with the strength.

The little old man looked suspicious, if it wasn't for a punch in the air, he would have a feeling that it would be difficult to avoid this move.

Coincidence or accident?

Chen Zhuo ignored the other party's reaction, stretched out his five fingers, and slowly spread his arms as if he was about to embrace heaven and earth in his arms, the thunder in his chest and abdomen was already drumming, and the muscles and flesh in his body began to squirm wildly.

He looked up to the sky and opened his mouth, but there were bursts of thunder in his chest and abdomen, squeezed out from the mouthpiece, and then through the half of the broken face, with the "Tiangang Jin" stirring and trembling in his body, the exposed skin and flesh were full of undulating tendons.

In today's battle, he will definitely go along with his wishes, raise his eyebrows, and exhale the depression in his chest to prove his ways.

"Kill!"

The fists were suddenly clenched, and Chen Zhuo's mouth was already bursting with a wolf-like howl, and the thunder sounded and thundered.

The void immediately attracted an invisible drumming energy, and the thunder sound formed by the collision of hundreds of bones and bones and the drumming of breath was already resonating and vibrating with the thunder overhead, and the muscles and flesh that were originally walking around tightened together, and they actually felt the drumming power of the thunder again.

With the rumbling thunder overhead, the old man's face finally stared, as if he had seen something extremely unexpected.

But I saw that while Chen Zhuo's muscles were trembling and drumming, the calluses on his fists and the scars on his body were peeling off one by one, and the old skin was fading.

Ordinary people can't detect it, but the little old man's eyes are half narrowed, and he only feels that a wanton and agitated killing intent is quietly rising in the body of the person in front of him, climbing higher and higher, like a blazing blazing fire, undisguised, direct and simple, tragic and domineering.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The old man smiled coldly, he felt that he could be in front of him, and he dared to expand his killing intent so unscrupulously, it was simply digging his own grave.

I can't help but say, with a one-handed grab stick, the two-meter-long stick shadow suddenly turned around and turned into a wild python in the rain; Immediately one foot on the ground, the body is like a spinning top, the shadow of the stick is gathering momentum in the rain three times, with the roaring and violent wind unfolding layer by layer, the tip of the stick has swept towards Chen Zhuo's neck like splitting a mountain and pounding the mountain.

Thundered......

The sky roared and thundered endlessly, Chen Zhuo's body slid backwards, and his mouth couldn't help but swallow his breath, as if he was absorbing the vast thunder between heaven and earth, the thunder sound was harmonious, looking for the thunder luck, the five organs were trembling and wriggling, the heart and lungs were vigorous, as if they had been stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and the five senses were unprecedentedly clear.

The originally misty rain curtain seemed to slow down and become clear in a trance, and the drops of raindrops that were scattered and splashed were unprecedentedly distinct, instead of being crumpled together, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

After retreating a few steps, the continuous stick shadow had chased after him, Chen Zhuo's right leg suddenly swept tightly, and his toes hooked a muddy splash in the air, and the whip leg had swept on the body of the stick.

The cloth stick, which was originally as tight as iron, instantly changed from his strength to a rigid and soft place, half of it was tightened like iron, and half of it had become a soft whip and continued to scrape towards Chen Zhuo's neck.

As if expected, Chen Zhuo's left hand was retracted, and his five fingers were buckled, which had stopped the tip of the stick halfway, and the tiger's mouth was twisted and twisted, and the originally soft cloth stick between his wrists immediately reversed.

Just as he was about to exert his strength, he suddenly saw a figure that seemed to be on the ground, with a big sleeve bulging, and a person like a spinning top coming from the wind and rain, fast as a ghost, raising his arms and raising his hand, and swept out a sleeve towards Chen Zhuo's chest.

The wide sleeves were bulging like a gray python, and the strength infused into them was probably much greater than that of the cloth stick.

Chen Zhuo grabbed the cloth stick with one hand and fought back with the other hand.

However, the two collided, and the bulging sleeves were not strong, but soft as cotton, and as soon as they were touched, a withered left hand suddenly spit out from the sleeve and fell to Chen Zhuo's chest.

Sleeve hand.

Iron sand palms.

What a vicious way to play.

Chen Zhuo's heart also jumped, his right elbow was pushed, and he hit his palm, and during the collision, he took advantage of the residual force of the anti-shock, loosened the cloth stick, and retreated and pulled away.

It's just that the little old man seemed to have expected it, with his waist as the axis, the cloth stick turned around, and chased after him, and the tip of the stick came straight, breaking through the wind and rain, like a poisonous dragon going out to sea, pointing straight to the heart.

"Smack!"

was split by Chen Zhuo's backhand knife.

The little old man's eyes were surprised, he carried a cloth stick on his shoulders, put his hands together, his eyes rolled around, he looked at it again, and said hoarsely with a playful voice: "Hehe, it's a little different from before...... It's a pity that it's still insignificant! ”

Chen Zhuo's eyelids trembled, the water droplets on his eyebrows exploded instantly, his eyes were cold like two ghostly fires, and the thunder in his chest and abdomen kept looking for the thunder in the sky and trembled.

As soon as the words fell, the little old man's body turned, and with a step on his toes, he had already moved around Chen Zhuoteng to attack quickly, and his body was even faster than before.

In a trance, there seemed to be several figures surrounding Chen Zhuo in the misty rain, and he couldn't help but turn around and jump back and forth, and for a time there were all the sticks and shadows of pointing, dialing, splitting, and sweeping.

But what is surprising is that Chen Zhuo actually followed this time.

His fists were clenched, his eyes were flying, his legs were sinking, his center of gravity was steady, and he had already smashed his fist at the stick shadows that were attacking in all directions.

Chen Zhuo is even more unlikely to be restrained, turning defense into offense, walking around the arc with both feet, the bones and spine of his body are like swimming dragons undulating, the person has slipped into the rain, and with a big hand, he shook his hand and pushed his palm towards the little old man, and took his fist to attack quickly.

It's just that no matter how airtight his offensive is, the thin opponent in front of him can always get a glimpse of the opportunity, find a gap between the fist shadow palm wind, dodge and go, and wait for the opportunity to hand out the stick shadow.

During the repeated collisions, Chen Zhuo's qi and blood floated, and the blood in his throat gushed again.

Although the heaven and earth in front of him were different, this was not a mystery, but a hundred bones of the flesh, tendons and bones, and blood and blood breath had reached an unprecedented fit, and everything was kneaded together under the thunderous hammer.

All the bones are clear, and the passes are exhausted, so that his five senses have been improved at different levels.

The style of play is also on the next level.

But that's not enough.

No matter how strong the style of play is, it is difficult to defeat the Xuan.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath, the killing intent in his eyes increased instead of decreasing, he was not Sun Lutang, let alone like that, that was not his way.

Killing is killing, in his eyes, the killing intent should be direct, it should be neat, it should be pure; is like the wordless yellow earth, rough to the bones, simple and rude; Just like he did when he was rampant in the pass, if I want to kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you, in the sky and on the earth, I will never let go, I must cut it and then quickly, kill it and be happy.

In his heart, there is no way back.

To kill is to kill, there is no advance or retreat, and there is just death.

The killing thought was great, Chen Zhuo's mind suddenly thought of Liang Cripple's death, Yin Fu's death, Li Luoneng's death, and Guo Yunshen's death, as well as the foreigners' entry into Beijing to burn, kill and loot, and the desolate scene and cruel picture of the plain covered by white bones, as well as the rice meat and vegetable people on the table......

Chen Zhuo's face was half missing, showing the evil appearance of Rakshasa to the fullest, his hair was not dried with blood, and his eyes were suddenly red.

This dog's way of the world, it should be killed!

Thundered......

Thunder and harmony.

Looking at the crazy and evil appearance of the person in front of him, the little old man, who relied on his prescient ability to dodge repeatedly, was inexplicably a little jealous, his whole body tightened, and a cool breath burst out of his heart.

Between attack and defense, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a hand knife actually broke out of the wind and rain, cutting his throat.

The little old man turned over and fell, his pestle steady, and his face was gloomy and ugly.

A string of blood splashed and scattered in the rain, and there was an extra blood mark on the old cheek.

It's finally red.

May 1 is outside, first chapter, tomorrow to make up!!

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