A trace of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the poisonous hand Styx, his cold face, and his cold eyes, from the time he walked into Gu Yuexuan, it had already made the entire Gu Yuexuan look like hell, and he was the Yama who demanded his life.

"The old man asks again, where are Fu Xiqin and the Divine Soldiers?"

If you are a cowardly person, you must be scared to sift your legs and urine.

Gu Tong already has a wealth of experience in the rivers and lakes, so he will not be frightened by this, he is still calm, and said word by word: "I don't know!" However, his palm has already condensed his true qi, and when the poisonous hand makes a move, he will immediately fight back.

The poisonous hand Styx was really angry, angry and angry, and roared: "You are looking for death!"

Before the words fell, a palm was swung out, and a powerful true qi gushed out, and the palm power turned into a force that destroyed everything.

"Boom!"

The force shattered the counter where Gu Tong was standing, and debris flew in the air.

Gu Tong did not show weakness, he had already jumped up, volleyed down, and flew with both palms, towards the poisonous hand of the Styx with a move "Twin Peaks Through the Ear" to slap the Heavenly Spirit Gai of the poisonous hand Styx.

The poisonous hand styx's eyes showed a little coldness, he shrank his head slightly, and suddenly another palm struck up, "Boom!" Although Gu Tong dodged his palm power, the palm power of the poisonous hand stygian hit Gu Yuexuan's pillar.

"Huh!", and suddenly there was a charred palm print, as if it had been burned by the flames, emitting a choking puff of green smoke.

From this palm, it is enough to see the depth of the internal power of the poisonous hand, and it is indeed extremely powerful to be able to swing it out with one palm.

Gu Tong glanced back slightly at the scorching handprints on the pillar, and couldn't help frowning, it seems that today's battle is more than lucky. Even so, Gu Tong will not let anyone else do it, after all, with his martial arts cultivation, he can be regarded as a first-class master.

Even if he died, he was already fearless.

He let out a low voice, turned his palm into a claw, and his figure floated, grabbing it sharply from the flank of the poisonous hand Styka.

The poisonous hand looked at the four directions, listened to the eight directions, realized the cold qi that Gu Tong caught, and did not dodge it at all, condensed all kinds of true qi in his palm, took a slight step, and changed his body.

With palm to claw, the two forces of "bang" collided together, like two walls colliding, stirring up endless airflow, hitting the objects in the Gu Yuexuan house, especially on those wine jars, "...... bang" several times, those wine jars were shattered, and the clear wine immediately gushed out from the broken wine jars.

In an instant, Gu Yuexuan was already filled with the smell of wine, and even some of the dishes and chopsticks were so shocked that they flew off the table and fell to the ground again.

Both of them took a few steps back, although they were both shocked by each other's internal force, but they hesitated slightly, their eyes were like swords, but for a moment, the two rushed towards each other quickly.

"Roar!

With two sounds, the two palms were docked, and they actually fought the internal force.

Those who practice martial arts, if they practice boxing without practice, will be empty when they are old. Practicing boxing is to practice moves, practicing is to practice internal strength and true qi, and really fighting to the end is to compete whose internal force is stronger.

A trace of killing intent once again wiped out in the eyes of the poisonous hand Yinglong, and the ground sank into the dantian, and then the true qi traveled through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, condensed in the palm of the hand, and suddenly exploded.

"Boom!"

The strong internal force urged, Gu Tong's pupils suddenly dilated, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

"Die!" the poisonous hand's palms gushed out like the power of ten thousand jun, and the ancient pass flew away. He turned around indifferently and strode towards the gate of Gu Yuexuan.

Gu Tong staggered a few steps behind him, opened his mouth "wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were dark, his head was dizzy, and the corners of his mouth showed a few awe-inspiring smiles, "Hmph, poisonous hands...... Stytari ...... It turns out that you went crazy in your practice...... Enchanted ...... I want to find Fu Xiqin and the Divine Soldier Spectrum...... Resolve...... Hahaha......"

The laughter fell, and Gu Tong fell to the ground, his eyes not closed, and he was already out of breath.

The poisonous hand Minglong just walked out of the door, he listened to Gu Tong's last words, he didn't feel that there was a force in his heart pulse, surging blood, making his throat have a sweet taste, his feet shook a few times, "poof" a mouthful of blood spurted out. And his blood was a little purple and black, he frowned tightly, and said to himself: "Is the old man really going to die in a mad rage?" Impossible, thief God, the old man is the strongest man in the world, Fu Xiqin is mine, the divine soldier spectrum is mine, whoever dares to fight with the old man will have only one end - death!"

He endured the true qi of the reverse current, and a cone pain made his heart beat faster, and he walked a few steps towards the deepest alley in Wuzhen.

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The rain, dripping, falling in the air, the rain silk is obliquely woven in the sky, like a jade girl shuttling. On the hazy sky, there are dark clouds, but in late autumn, there will naturally be no storms, only a little rain.

Outside Luoyang City, a ruined temple stands in the wind and rain, and the dilapidated thatch glows with a strong musty smell, which is even more dilapidated in the rain curtain.

On the shrine of the ruined temple, there is Maitreya Buddha standing crookedly, or because it is too dilapidated, the golden Maitreya Buddha is a little damaged, and the dust on the shrine is already a thick layer. In the incense burner, there were some bamboo sticks for burning incense, but the bamboo sticks were all entangled in cobwebs.

Under the shrine, it is extremely messy, dust and cobwebs are everywhere, there is no doubt that this abandoned and ruined temple has been cut off from incense, and I don't know how long it has been broken. But judging from its environment, it has been cut off for at least a year and a half, otherwise, it will never be as dilapidated as this.

The autumn rain is cold and cold, and the temple is ruined.

At this time, a group of pedestrians dressed in robes stopped at the broken temple, hesitated slightly, and walked into the broken temple in tiger steps, slowly untied the robes, and someone went to remove the dust and cobwebs, and finally moved out a slightly four-legged stool from under the shrine, and then wiped it and placed it under the shrine.

"Sect Master, please sit down and rest for a while!" The little guy who moved out of the stool greeted a burly middle-aged man at the head, a majestic figure, but with white hair flowing and white hair like snow, hooked nose, a little sad on his face, and frowning.

He, the head of the Killing God Tribe, is lonely and cold.

He used to be a hot-blooded young man with black hair like a waterfall and a light in his eyes. He was also a "horseback riding leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves". Now his confidante is gone, and he is the only one left in the world. The green shirt is gloomy, and the white hair is like frost.

Gu Fenghan didn't hesitate, patted the stool gently, and sighed: "It's been half a month since the god-killing order was issued, right?

"Yes, Sect Master, the Killing God Order was issued to the Thirteen Evils, and it was this ruined temple in Posonggang that was informed, and it was almost the appointed hour. The young man standing on the side arched his hand.