Smoke and rain ink Ke Wen Jiangnan.

Crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, at ease, but people walk in the rivers and lakes, how can they have no grievances.

In order to repay his kindness, Wen Jiangnan, a smoke-and-rain inkman, once taught martial arts to three people.

In the martial arts, martial arts moves have always been divided into four levels, heaven and earth, Xuanhuang, in order to distinguish the advantages and disadvantages of martial arts.

And Wen Jiangnan's eighteen ink smoke and rain hands can be called ground-level martial arts moves.

Although he did not admit that these three people were his disciples, these three people had mastered six of Wen Jiangnan's eighteen ink and rain hands, and when they walked the rivers and lakes, others did not dare to underestimate them.

Even though they couldn't display the Eighteen Ink Smoke and Rain Hands in their hands as skilled as Wen Jiangnan's side, the Eighteen Ink Smoke and Rain Hands in their hands could also be proud of many Xuan-level martial arts moves.

And Bai Wenyang, the ink-splashing guest, was one of the three martial artists who were lucky enough to be taught by Wen Jiangnan.

Therefore, as soon as the splashed ink and hundred flower palms came out, a sneer appeared on the faces of the eight masters around him.

"As soon as such a magic skill comes out, I'm afraid this little monk will become a dead monk. ”

"Don't look at who he is? Bai Wenyang, the ink-splashing guest, is the first person to be an innate martial artist, how can this be compared to an acquired martial artist?"

"Some people are just too ignorant of current affairs, and in the end, they will harm others and themselves after all. ”

"I'd like to hear him say again—'Don't think,' but unfortunately, a dead man's mouth can't say a word. ”

The eight good players of Liuwu Villa around looked at Lu Zhen as if they were looking at a dead person.

Even the faces of the four maids behind Lu Zhen were ready to die with Lu Zhen.

Innate Realm!

It also unleashes the high-grade martial arts!

A martial artist in the realm of the day after tomorrow, how to block it, and what can he use to block it?

I saw Bai Wenyang's hands stretched out, like a dragon going out to sea, and between his hands, there seemed to be countless inky black palm prints whistling.

For a while, the momentum of his hands was like black ink in the sky, surging vertically and horizontally, drowning Lu Zhen.

Bai Wenyang smiled coldly, and the corners of his mouth raised a touch of evil, "Do you want to ask Rao to admit defeat, but unfortunately this time, you don't have a chance! Because you will definitely die in my hands!"

But Lu Zhen's body did not retreat, not only did his body not retreat, on the contrary, Lu Zhen approached closely, and at the same time stretched out his right hand, as if there was a stirring of true qi, but it seemed that there was no true qi.

"The first style of the seven Yin hands - Spring Water Jade Pot!"

On the way to escape before, the Holy Mother of the Six Paths had already seen that Lu Zhen's strength was low, and the martial arts he mastered were even more ordinary Buddhist fists and feet that were difficult to enter the rivers and lakes.

Not even the lowest level of yellow-level martial arts.

And what Lu Zhen is showing now is one of the stunts of the Six Holy Mothers of the Xuan-level Upper Grade-Seven Yin Hands.

The Seven Yin Hands are the strongest attack moves in the Yin Combination of the Human Dao among the Six Realms of the Six Realms.

This first type of spring water jade pot is a martial art move that has both offense and defense.

I saw Lu Zhen punch out with one hand, his right hand stretched out into the air, his five fingers opened, and suddenly changed, as if there was endless breath forming a vortex in the palm of his hand.

Spring water jade pot.

Thousands of spring water are as thin as hair, fluttering and flowing into the jade pot.

At the beginning of one move, it was to splash ink and hundreds of flowers with Bai Wenyang's palm power to dissolve most of it.

And as the splashed ink hundred flower palms were dissolved, Lu Zhen's previous half-step figure slowly retreated, and most of the power of the splashed ink hundred flower palms was removed.

One of the famous skills of Mo Jiangnan, at this time, in Bai Wenyang's hands, the power is not one in ten.

And after Lu Zhen resolved this move, his right hand clenched tightly, and his body advanced again.

The right hand turned into a palm, and the internal strength came out majestically, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

Boom!

Lu Zhen punched out a palm and attacked along the gap between Bai Wenyang's hands.

Bai Wenyang, who was completely in an attacking state before, where did he have a chance to defend at this time.

was hit in the chest by Lu Zhen's palm.

This palm is not only the full strength of Lu Zhen, a late-stage martial artist of the acquired realm, but also the power of the splashed ink and hundred flowers palm that has been dissolved before.

Coupled with the fact that Lu Zhen was carrying the power of the Six Realms of the Holy Mother, the strength of this palm was not inferior to the hard blow of any Innate Realm.

Poof-

Bai Wenyang was hit by this palm in the chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body took seven or eight steps back, almost falling to the ground.

But how could Lu Zhen let go of such an opportunity.

The figure moved forward, and in an instant, he came to Bai Wenyang's face.

Bai Wenyang wanted to turn around and escape, he knew that now he only had two ways to choose, one was to go, and the other was to die.

Bai Wenyang naturally didn't want to die, so the thirty-six plan was the best plan.

But Lu Zhen shot again, but he didn't give Bai Wenyang the slightest chance, and when he saw that Bai Wenyang wanted to escape, he said two words lightly: "Don't think!"

A palm was punched out, hitting Bai Wenyang's heart.

Bai Wenyang's body shook, and then he fell to the ground with a thud, kneeling in front of Lu Zhen.

The last picture in front of Bai Wenyang's eyes was Lu Zhen, who was much taller than him for some reason.

The last voice in Bai Wenyang's ears was the word "no thought" that he hated the most.

Bai Wenyang Shi showed his strongest trick - splashing ink and a hundred flower palms.

Lu Zhenshi showed his strongest trick - the spring water jade pot.

However, Bai Wenyang is dead, and Lu Zhen is still alive.

The eight good players were already stunned by the scene in front of them, completely forgetting that their mission this time was to kill, not to stand here and wait for slaughter.

At this moment, the eyes of the eight people only had Bai Wenyang's corpse kneeling on the ground, completely forgetting that there were enemies around.

What is a deterrent!

That's it!

"Kill!"

Before Lu Zhen's words fell, the four maids behind him immediately rushed up.

"No...... You can't kill me, I'm from Liuwu Villa, and our son, Liu Yuancan, is ......"

Poof-

Before a master's words fell, he had already been pierced through the throat by a shot from the white tiger, and between the twists of the gun, blood splattered, but not a drop fell on the white tiger's white clothes.

In an instant, the bodies of the eight good hands and Bai Wenyang all fell in a pool of blood.

The most terrifying of them were the corpses of the four good hands, whose throats were pierced by the white-clothed maid with spears, and the huge blood holes were shocking.

Rao is Lu Zhen has traveled from modern times, and he has already seen a lot of bloody pictures in the information age, but after seeing this scene, he still feels extremely bloody.

But Lu Zhen also knows that this is the world he wants to live in the future.

This is the martial arts where strength determines everything, and this is the rivers and lakes that have to keep getting stronger!

"Master, since someone has caught up, it proves that this place is not safe, so let's get out of this place as soon as possible. ”

The one who spoke to Lu Zhen was the youngest looking Qingsi among the purple, white, red and blue.

Lu Zhen shook his head, "No, cut off their heads and throw them down the hillside, we will continue to be here, waiting for reinforcements from the Six Dao Palace." ”

Hearing Lu Zhen's decision, the four maids were all stunned.

Qingsi knelt on one knee and said to Lu Zhen: "Master, Liu Yuancan, the Feng son of Liuwu Villa, is known for his resourcefulness, and it is not suitable to deal with it.

Moreover, this time also gathered people from Dongting Thirty-six Villages and Jinguang Temple. This place is not far from the Flying Dragon Villa where they held the martial arts conference, if they go out, I'm afraid it will ......."

Lu Zhen shook his head, "You don't understand. Fiction is real, reality is virtual. I don't believe that the three of them are united, but they will only send one family of people to hunt us down.

The reason why only Bai Wenyang came up with eight people was nothing more than to test the reality on this hill.

If we take the opportunity to escape, they will know that we are too strong to resist them in the mountains. Naturally, it will catch up.

If, on the other hand, we stay here, they will have to think about whether they will be able to climb the hill.

Therefore, the safest way for them to attack is to attack tomorrow morning. However, at that time, the reinforcements from my Six Dao Palace will inevitably arrive. Then it will not be for them to probe our reality. ”

Hearing Lu Zhen's explanation, the four maids realized that the master had already thought about everything when Zili released the letter cannon before.

"It's getting dark, so let's ...... Let's cultivate. ”