The most feared style of play for those who practice martial arts has appeared!

The red-faced old devil's face changed, if he didn't hide, even if he could shoot the other party to death, he would inevitably eat this blink

But it's a bit ...... to hide.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and he didn't hesitate to pull the smiling golden Buddha on the side and block it in front of him!

"What...... What?"

The smiling golden Buddha who was suddenly pulled finally stopped laughing, and he subconsciously backhanded a "floating clouds and geese" and then provoked a double hook, but he was easily hit by the red-faced old devil with a hand knife on the wrist.

Although Liu Wanfeng's expression changed, there was no way to stop it.

He roared, and all the true qi and internal strength in his whole body were pressed on this finger!

Rumble!

At the bottom of the barren valley, only an explosion like an air explosion was heard, and in the next second, the three figures snorted together and flew out upside down.

Liu Wanfeng's entire arm bones, along with the smiling golden Buddha's skull, burst open in this incomparable finger.

And the red-faced old devil was just standing behind the smiling golden Buddha, and he was also shocked by this majestic stamina, and his internal organs trembled and fell to the ground.

The two bloody figures, as soon as they fell, never got up again.

The red-faced old devil patted the dust on his body, slowly stepped forward, looked at Liu Wanfeng with a solemn face, and asked in a deep voice:

"As a Kunlun disciple, you can obviously use the more powerful 'Kunlun Shaking Palm', why do you use the entry martial arts of the Zero Cang Sect?"

Liu Wanfeng grinned, and as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out from between his lips and teeth, and he made a faint sound, but what he said was not what he asked.

Him: "You will always ...... It's impossible to beat...... Shaw?...... The ...... of the child"

"Oh?" the red-faced old demon was slightly stunned, then frowned, and asked interestingly, "How can you see it?"

He ...... His ......" Liu Wanfeng's pupils gradually dilated, "His ......"

"Heart......

His breathing stopped.

However, the red-faced old devil's breathing intensified.

"Huh...... What are you kidding?"

He coldly hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling, but there was a raging anger in his eyes that could not be hidden: "Who is the old man? The old man is the number one poison master in the Western Regions! Looking at the Central Plains, even Xiao Buyi and the 'Ghost Sword' Ah San may not be able to defeat me! The old man could capture him fifteen years ago, and it will still be easy fifteen years later!"

However, Liu Wanfeng could no longer answer him.

A smile remained at the corner of his mouth, like mockery, like disdain, no matter how the red-faced old devil looked, he felt as if he had received a great insult!

How can a thing that is just an afterlife, something as ordinary as mushrooms after a rain, be compared to a generation of grandmasters like himself!

But for some reason, no matter how relieved I am, the anger in my heart only increases.

"What a joke! What a joke—"

So the bare-faced old devil raised his foot angrily and stepped on Liu Wanfeng's face one by one, one foot heavier than the other, and one foot heavier than the other, until the latter's entire head was shattered into a mess like rotten watermelon, and then he gasped and slowly withdrew his foot.

At this time, he turned his head and stayed on the smiling golden Buddha on the ground, with only half of his face left, revealing a gloomy smile.

At this time, the smiling golden Buddha only had one breath left, and he fell to the ground, his chest rose and fell violently, and he would soon lose his breath completely.

"Good brother, you don't know the reason why I did this......" Thinking of the situation in the past in Songshan Shaolin Temple, the smiling golden Buddha saw death several times and did not save it, and the smile of the red-faced old devil became more and more hideous.

He walked up to the smiling golden Buddha and sneered, "Do you need me to show mercy and give you a ride?"

"Hold... Whew......"

The smiling golden Buddha's only remaining mouth moved, as if thinking about something, but the voice he made was too weak to be heard.

"Oh, brother, do you have any last words? Then I'm very interested......

The red-faced old devil leaned down and grinned, slowly bringing his ear closer to the former's lips.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the round neck of the smiling golden Buddha suddenly moved, as if something had been swallowed by him.

"Huh?"

When the red-faced old devil sensed that something was wrong, the entire corpse of the smiling golden Buddha was already swollen like a toad that had sucked its breath!

"What-"

The red-faced old demon's pupils with a cruel look shrank violently, and there was a little more surprise and fear, and in a flash of thought, his body had already retreated rapidly!

However, just as his toes left the ground, the corpse of the smiling golden Buddha had already burst open, turning into pus, flying everywhere, and where the blood spread, the flowers and trees all withered like dead ashes.

"Ahhhhh

Although he had reacted the fastest, the red-faced old demon was still a beat slower after all, and a certain part of his body couldn't dodge, and was stained with splashing pus-

"My face!"

The red-faced old devil covered his face in pain, fell to his knees with a "poof", and his thin body couldn't help but start shaking violently.

After some time, he stopped twitching, and his two hands slowly moved away from his cheeks.

I saw that his entire face had been scorched and blurred by the poisonous pus, showing a blood-red color.

"You old thing...... I really didn't expect that even if I was dying, I would have to ......" The red-faced old devil hooked the corners of his mouth painfully and coldly, "Do you actually use the old man's poison to trick the old man...... Tsk, fun, funny......"

He staggered to the pool of blood, crouched down, and through the dim light, the turbid blood clearly reflected his current face, but it was more hideous and ugly than before......

"This face, going around and around, has it returned to the original point......" The red-faced old devil shook his head angrily and funny, "It's a pity that the old man's "Blood Cicada Gong", tsk, it was wasted in vain......"

He slowly stood up, took out a dirty bottle from his chest, opened the seal, leaned over and sniffed it a few times, and then his face showed an expression of intoxication.

"For the sake of you bringing such an interesting performance to the old man, the old man will be merciful......"

Then, the red-faced old devil poured all the powder in the bottle into the palm of his hand, waved his arms at the surrounding grass, and scattered it all out.

“...... I'm going to give you a decent funeral......"

In the next second, his figure had vanished, returning to the damp and rancid cavern, and gradually disappeared.

Soon, countless poisonous insects, attracted by the smell of powder, accompanied by a throbbing sound of "rustling", converged from the dark corners of the valley in all directions. They crawled around like demons, catching the scent that excited them.

When the powder completely dissipated with the wind, their eyes naturally moved to the two freshly tempted corpses.

After about an hour, when the red-faced old devil went out to investigate again with the empty insect box, the bodies of Liu Wanfeng and the smiling golden Buddha had been eaten so much that even the bones were gone.

If it weren't for the faint smell of blood in the air, it would be as if nothing had happened.

"Good, good ......"

The red-faced old demon nodded in satisfaction, then looked around, and his gaze wandered to the poisonous insects that were still roaming around.

A large, blue-black centipede with handsome antennae had already caught his attention.

"You're good......"

He walked over slowly, with a kind smile on his face.

......

At the same time, the flower lady who was thousands of miles away suddenly exclaimed, put the finger pierced by the embroidery needle into the cherry mouth, and sucked it gently.

What's wrong?

Rao Hua Niangzi, who is about to become the master of the Young Pavilion of Vientiane Pavilion, frowned, not knowing that Liu Wanfeng had come to a certain branch of Vientiane Pavilion not long ago, and used the token of his former love to buy a piece of information about a certain most dangerous Rao.

Today's flower is particularly delicate and moving, wearing a fiery red bronzing dress, she is wearing a red hijab as soft as water, sitting alone in front of the dresser, embroidering a pair of mandarin ducks.

Yes, in half an hour, the people of the husband's family will come here and marry her in a beautiful way.

The mandarin duck is very beautiful, and the lady who focuses on the flower is also beautiful. It's just that when she saw this male mandarin duck at this time, what she remembered was not the heroic and beautiful boy she used to be.

Despite this, when the tingling pain in her fingertips came, she couldn't help but think of the Kunlun disciple who had been infinitely beautiful.

Hua Di lowered her head and let out an inaudible sigh.

Did she ever love him? Maybe she did, as childhood sweethearts, maybe the relationship between them was deeper than love.

She also had a private agreement with him for life, she gave him a white jade pendant, and he gave him a pair of jasper bracelets.

But why are they separated?

The reason is simple.

Because Hua Di loves the promising quasi-Kunlun Seventh Son, not the outcast waste who was expelled from the school.

Now the young pavilion master who met by chance in the restaurant, although his appearance is not good, but what he can give her, but the seven sons of Kunlun can't talk about it.

As soon as she thought of this, a faint smile appeared on Hua Di's face, and the pain in her fingers and the affectionate man were left behind by her in an instant.

If a woman has ambition, it is definitely bigger, deeper, and more terrible than a man.

Hua Di understood that the young pavilion master of the Vientiane Pavilion didn't really love her, but it didn't matter, she didn't really fall in love with the ugly and fat man.

As long as there is a stable backer and endless squandering jewelry, it is enough to discourage the former and future enemies, for such a dusty woman who has been up and down several times in the rivers and lakes.

Banzha Zhen Wulin