"Someone wants my head, that is, there is a feud between life and death, wait for me to calculate" Nan Fansheng's palm gold fortune-telling method, Zhang Wu will also, half-squinting and pinching his fingers.

In less than ten seconds, the eyes are shining, and the people who have a great enemy of life and death are all in their hearts, and the characters who can invite the Mao Zijiao to move, except for the imperial capital clan, as well as those big sects, how can the rest of the people have this qualification?

If the big clan wants to kill him, do they still need to invite someone?

It is not difficult to kill Zhang Wu with a random figure who is surrounded by the sun and the moon, and assassinate him with his face covered.

If there is a grudge but no one, then there is only the abolished Huo family.

Old Ancestor Huo Tianqi was cut off and couldn't move, and the patriarch Huo Tiansheng was broken by Nie Baji, and it is estimated that he has not recovered yet, and there is only his family.

"It's the Huo family who invited you to kill me, right?" "The heart is like dust, the wisdom is close to the demon, and the practice of boxing turns the brain away, it is so terrifying!

The sickle hand was surprised, and immediately felt that the idea was piercing, so careful, the fighting law was meticulous, and the small saw the big, which showed the power of Zhang Wu's boxing skills.

This state of mind is very mysterious, boxing is almost at its peak, only the characters who will become gods can do this kind of penetration, the mind moves, as long as there is a trigger, people know everything.

But you're not a true god after all.

The scythe hand doesn't know how to open the top successfully, the character who becomes an immortal must behave uprightly in Zhang Wu's impression, understand the truth of neutralization, do not kill people indiscriminately, and will not do evil, otherwise the mood is not smooth, how can he become an immortal?

But there are people who go beyond common sense and become immortals, this person's psychological quality has transcended the world, and he really regards people as mustard, life is not worth mentioning in his eyes, and slaughtering people is like cutting wheat, which is natural.

I know it to this extent in my heart, and I don't feel a little guilty, this is not a human being, human nature is gone, and death is in the world.

"Wearing a slaughtering scythe, calm is killing, cutting off the head to drink, talking and laughing ghosts and gods"

Listening to Zhang Wu's feeling and chanting this sentence, the enemy held the sickle in his hand, took out a small glass bottle from his arms, fell to the ground and shattered in response, and suddenly there was a strong smell of blood, the huge sickle seemed to be miraculous, and then began to drip blood, and the originally solidified blood scab on the sickle dissolved, flowing along the groove, full of magic.

And Zhang Wu's eyes had an illusion, as if he was in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, hell descended on the world, countless unjust souls followed, ghosts cried and howled, and it was very terrifying.

The stabbing made his whole body hot, the fire was burning, and his body was rolled by a strong murderous machine, like a poisonous snake licking your skin, not daring to move, what kind of horror was that, let alone doing it now, it was good that Zhang Wu was not frightened.

The other party fits the aura that he has created, and I can't do it with the sun and the moon, so create a scene suitable for battle, and use the help of external objects to unite heaven and man, just like the martial artist enlightenment, which always fits a scene and gives you insight.

Hearing the cat's bark, I realized the thunder of the tiger and leopard, saw the eagle spreading its wings on the grassland, realized the shape of the eagle, and saw the monkey rippling in the tree, so I realized the method of training the shoulder blades.

And now Zhang Wu is in danger, it's so sour, the poisonous snake is licking you, trembling, walking on thin ice, but he is not a vegetarian, he has experienced devil training, and he has always seen inhumane scenes.

Grabbed his neck and twisted it up, and with a "click" sound, he almost broke himself, and the person came back to his senses.

But seeing that the enemy had arrived in front of him, the sharp and pungent scythe slashed down, the tip of the knife pointed downward, which provoked his scalp to blow up, and before he could fall, all his short hair fell off, and he was cut off by the killing machine, and became bald.

At the last moment, Zhang Wu toe to the ground, his toes crushed a mysterious step, stepping on the gang, this is the Taoist method, there is a mystery, somehow dodged the fatal blow.

But the sickle follows like a shadow, and when it comes again, the enemy does not waver at all, and it is bent on harvesting you.

People's inspiration is always like nothing, it is impossible to maintain that state all the time, Zhang Wu is the same, only a moment of excitement, wisdom surges, an instant madness, a god's reaction to avoid the attack, the second time, he has no way.

It's just that he instinctively dodged to the side, and the flat force floated out of the air under his feet, just to dodge the attack.

But in the next moment, he was shocked, his physiology changed, the god of death was really sitting on top of his head, people were about to die, he would always see ominous things, there was black and white impermanence from hell, holding iron chains to lock him down, the boxing skills practiced by the martial artists were useless, and the immortals could only be obediently detained.

The real magic of the scythe is not the chopping, but also the knife technique.

His secret lies in the fact that after the chop is out, the moment it is taken back is to kill and mow the grass, this technique will be frightened if you think too much, and the chop is just an illusion, because the enemy will hide, and no one will stand there waiting for you to kill.

After splitting out, the wrist is flexible, you have to chase the knife with your hand, the sickle is retracted, the big knife is wiped back, and the head falls to the ground, which is the real superior knife technique.

Zhang Wu has never seen this kind of knife playing technology, although boxing has become an immortal, and eighteen kinds of weapons can make it superb, but it is only a good game, and the technical content is still far from being immersed in knife techniques for decades and getting the true inheritance.

At this moment, he was added by someone else's "knife collection technique", breaking through his thinking imagination and instinctive reaction, he did not expect the change in this hand, coupled with the lack of skill, it was not in his heyday, and he was a step slower after all.

Seeing the impermanence of black and white, he is really going to die, his physiology is abnormal, and after being reborn, he finally shows his golden finger.

Only half of his head belongs to himself, and the left side of his brain is surrounded by radiation waves, Ren Xuetang said that he is an immortal, and there is a change in death, and the radiation waves that destroy all things, even black and white impermanence are not spared, and when he touches him, he directly turns into green water in the wailing, so that Zhang Wu can see what it means to be frightened by ghosts and gods, and at the same time he also breaks the illusion.

But after all, it's too late, and the gold finger is not so easy to use.

"Whoa!"

The skin was open, and the neck was almost cut off by a big sickle, and it was only a little short of the arteries.

And the opponent is extremely cold, has no mood swings, is lifeless like a zombie, and doesn't care about his misses.

The cold and sharp sickle reflected the cold light, just like Zhang Wu's state of mind, he had been broken for the first time in his life, and he had no confidence to fight at all, even if he knew the trick of the opponent's scythe, it was just a matter of collecting and wiping.

But his abdomen was opened, and his neck was almost cut off, facing such a top master, stepping on the corpse mountain and sea of blood, and the scythe technique in one hand was even more daunting, suppressing all his courage, just wanting to run!

When this idea came out, he ran away, Zhang Wu was very confident in his body, and he had the inheritance of Yunpan Ancestor, unless the characters of the sun and the moon came in person, otherwise he was not afraid.

How could his opponent let him go?

Before he could move, he grabbed the sickle and shook it hard, and the sickle was broken into several sections, connected by an iron chain in the middle, and the lock sickle!