"Buzz......!"

There was a long roar, the chain was waved, the sickle flew into the air, Zhang Wu didn't have time to retreat, he only felt that his skin was cold, his eyes were dark, and a strong wind pulled out a sonic boom and roared, and the bald head was cold and cold, and he instinctively squatted down, and the flying sickle passed by, and it was dangerous and dangerous.

This kind of weapon is already extremely vicious, and at this moment, coupled with the chain, it should be the ancient "flow lock sickle" passed down by Dongying, and the combination of internal knife skills is incomparable.

At this moment, the sonic boom was stirred, cutting the air, accompanied by a thick bloody gas, like the roulette of the destruction of the world descending on the world, it was simply ghostly, vicious to the extreme, forcing Zhang Wu to jump up and down, only dodging, and being divided if he didn't pay attention.

Since practicing martial arts, he has never been so embarrassed, Zhang Wu, who was bent on escaping, was forced out of his ferocity, and his mother sold batches!

Close your eyes directly, don't look at it, people's hearts have a sense of fear, this is feedback from the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and tongue, turn off these functions, people will not invade foreign objects, and they can live in their own world.

In an instant, it seems that my vision has become larger, I have the illusion of an out-of-body soul, my mind seems to be outside of my body, watching my instinctive dodge, and I can take care of it everywhere in my body, which is very interesting!

Three thousand thoughts!

Thinking in the air, the spirit became nuanced, into the wonderful realm, I was sure of the thousands of thoughts in my mind, the pores around my body opened and closed, and instantly fit the earth's magnetic field, the sonic boom of the flying sickle was no longer a mortal threat, and the wind melted into Zhang Wu's body.

So, with the movement of the lock sickle, a tornado broke out on the spot, blowing the ground "popping", the green bricks were pulled out by suction, the grass and trees were flying, everything was discolored, and the surroundings became a chaos.

When everything stopped, the scythe hand was at a loss, where was there still someone?

As far as the eye could see, it was all ruined, and within a radius of ten meters, as if he had been plowed by a bulldozer, Zhang Wu disappeared.

"Thief, dare you to spread wild in the imperial capital!" Before he could see the people clearly, a loud shout resounded in the distance, and the huge movement of him and Zhang Wu startled the sergeants guarding the imperial capital, and a group of men and horses rushed in the distance, each holding a big knife, forming a battle formation, even if it was like a wolf and a tiger, the formation was not chaotic at all.

Although the scythe hand is not afraid of these people, he is a figure belonging to the Mao Zi Sect, and he came to assassinate Zhang Wuke, but if he clashed head-on with the sergeants, if he provoked a big man, he would have to lie down here today.

The wind is howling!

Whip the scythe on the ground, crackling, the chain links are retracted, and it becomes a blood-dripping sickle, which is inserted behind the waist, and there is a miracle, and the blood on the sickle instantly coagulates and becomes a blood scab, and the smell is unpleasant.

Along the way, he withdrew his cloak to cover himself, and the scytheman ran away.

But he didn't run far to stand in a dead end, close his eyes and feel carefully, his determination to kill Zhang Wu is unshakable, since he came out, how can he be worthy of his own sickle if he doesn't use the enemy's head as a wine jug?

And Zhang Wu, who was running, looked painful, holding his stomach with one hand and his neck with the other, his muscles tightened and pressed the wound, although there was no blood, but he ran too fast, and the blood at the wound was about to spurt out.

Even so, the enemy still didn't let him go, and he didn't see or hear the attack, and the scythe hand was sensing it again!

But it was only a few seconds, and this ominous premonition disappeared, making him confused, could this person give up the pursuit?

Hutong.

Here came a landowner, dressed in beautiful silk, wearing a longevity hat, embroidered with the word Tian, holding an iron crutch, like a squire in the old era, the sound of the crutch hitting the ground has a peculiar rhythm, listening to it can make people feel comfortable.

The scythe hand is ready to break the guts at any time and shoot at the incoming people, and only in this way can he escape.

"Xiaoyou's swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that his heart is not right, he has practiced the evil way, pity you for your beautiful kung fu, you are an infatuated lover, go away early, the people of Maozi Sect should not come to the imperial capital!"

"Are you the old lady Tian? I heard that Zhang Wu abolished your family's lineage, and you still help him?"

"Between martial artists, one yard is one yard, good and evil are distinct, you must have martial virtues, otherwise what is the difference between you and your Mao Zijiao?

"I don't understand your rules, if you want me to retreat, you have to use my rules, as long as you can show your skills to convince me, your life will be given to you!"

"It's okay, old man, I haven't moved for many years, and my body is about to rust. ”

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Tian changed, her clothes bulged like inflatables, like a battle flag hunting in the wind, and the whole person was still the same old look, but her clothes bulged into a ball, making him look very fat.

"You're going to cut me!" Old Lady Tian stood there and spoke.

"Are you sure?" the scythe hand was eager to try, although he was asking, but the excitement was uncontrollable, and the evil aura rose again, it was the soul he had killed in vain, regardless of good and evil, he killed as soon as he wanted, and the blood scabs on the sickle dissolved and circulated in the grooves.

"Hack me!"

When it was confirmed, the scythe slashed with his hand, and the sharp bloody blade shook so that people couldn't open their eyes, and the air exploded.

"Poof", a strange phenomenon occurred, the old lady's clothes were like super armor, full of breath, the tip could not pierce in, it could only be deflated, and it was full in the next second, bulging like a ball.

"Do you dare to let me cut off your head?" The scythe hand seems to have expected it, but he is just playful, and he is experimenting with the old lady, and even his own life is played, and he is so extreme that only this kind of person can crush Zhang Wu.

"Cut!"

When the words fell, the sickle hand gently sent the sickle forward, and even had to make a gesture between the old lady's neck, as if to see how to cut her head more sourly.

Pull it back hard, and the creepy scythe is still a broken sound, cut on people's skin, like a blunt object hitting a sponge, useless!

The body of the person is the real body of the glass, which cannot be broken, and can be sent up layer by layer like a wave, and the surface of the skin has a wave, and the power is cut on it, but it is washed away by the tide, and it cannot be added.

"I obey you!" put away the sickle, it seemed to be resigned to fate, this old lady Tian is a god, hard qigong has been practiced to the limit in him, in this world, in addition to competing in the realm of the unity of heaven and man, playing with magnetic fields, playing with heaven and earth, sun and moon, and playing with the avenue of the soul, there are few people who are the opponents of the old lady.

"Just obey, I don't want your life, but also teach you things, you are also a martial artist, although you have taken the evil path, but the martial artist should know the etiquette, for the grace of sparing life, when retreating, you must follow the etiquette, take three or four steps, turn around and nod, and so on, until you can't see it!"

The scythe man nodded in understanding.

The old lady sent him out of the inner city and gave him a bow.

The scythe hand returned the salute with a fist, walked three steps away, turned around and nodded, and so on.

The old lady saw him go away and returned to his home, understanding that from now on, there would be one less member of the Mao Zijiao and fewer enemies of the Tian family.