" ȯ @ ۴6v0 }P> !* c X * c u ]t . u hK 2c ̤ The secret technique of the soul made Han Xiaolei listen to it fascinated, rotten wood cannot be carved, it depends on who will carve it!

At the same time, he frowned, and immediately felt that someone was targeting, and that breath made people unhappy.

Maybe he had already sensed it, and he was able to tell the same practice of boxing as a prophet, why someone would go into the evil way.

"Xiaolei, you sit in the teahouse for a while, I'll come when I go"

"Hmm......" Han Xiaolei was still intoxicated by the boxing skills that her lover said, she was in a daze and didn't come back to her senses, she only felt that the door of strength had been opened, and she couldn't help but want to swim in it.

And Zhang Wu's figure flickered, and the fragments of the film, not only did not run, but caught up with the target, with Han Xiaolei here, where can he run?

It was a man dressed in black with a cloak on his head, floating like a ghost.

In Zhang Wu's induction, this person is like a dead python, his qi is brutal, a rotten breath emanates from his body, bloody, if it weren't for the cloak covering his face and eyes, ordinary people would definitely flee from the wind, a species that is more ferocious than a hungry lion, are you afraid?

This kind of blood-dripping evil Zhang Wu has also had, when he first entered the border of Huangzhou, he slaughtered a nest of sand bandits, killing people like hemp, covered in blood, and the blood seeped into the skin, giving people the illusion of dripping blood like a demon king.

Seeing that he was activating, he couldn't see that this person was heeling, as if in the fog.

"Friend, what are you looking for me?" Zhang Wu's eyes narrowed slightly, holding something magical in his eyes, with the ability to see, and he seemed to see a huge scythe hidden in the other party's body, stained with countless people's blood, coagulated into a blood scab and fixed on the sickle.

"I heard that you are very famous, so I want to cut off your head and keep it as a collection. ”

"Your idea is very unique, I'm also very interested in the scythe on your body, why don't you lend me a few days to play?" Zhang Wu didn't back down at all, but his mind was spinning, which guy hired a dark world character?

When they come out to mix the rivers and lakes, there are orthodox martial artists, and there are also those who can't see the light, and there are not a few.

For example, evil monks, outsiders, practicing boxing without taking the right path, opening mountain doors to develop cultists, doing dark business, abducting and selling children, collecting organs, and so on.

Fang Chunyang, who rebelled in Jinzhou and was killed by Nan Fansheng, belonged to the martial artists of the dark world and developed a cult.

The most common is the person who engages in evil skills, such as the dark six swords, the cultivation method is very terrifying, this sword must have killed people, and then go to the cemetery in the middle of the night, dig out the dead who have just been buried during the day and poke it with a sword a few times, stained with dead blood, and then practice the sword in the cemetery, and practice it for 9981 days.

This kind of kung fu is considered to be quick, and the kung fu is far faster than the orthodox six swords, and eighty-one days can withstand more than ten years of hard cultivation for others, and few people can resist this temptation.

But this kung fu is too lacking in morality, the ancestral graves have to emit black smoke, and people who are not strong in mental quality will go crazy when they practice, and they can't suppress their temperament, and people will become demons.

The person in front of him is obviously also practicing evil skills, and he is biased towards the Dongying martial arts school, only there is the use of the sickle technology, which is completely aimed at killing, and pursues the ultimate lethality like the black fist, and the human nature is violent, and pays attention to the survival of the fittest.

When Zhang Wugang played black boxing, advocating the way of the black boxing king, using the enemy's life to practice combat experience, the fighting method was very terrifying, the skin was bleeding, and human blood was poured into the boxing ring, and he would be enchanted.

Now I have seen Nie Baji's way, thirty years of forbearance and hard training, not fighting with others, only improving his boxing cultivation, although the combat experience is zero, but he is upright, using technology to press people, boxing is superb, in line with the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, playing with magnetic fields, playing telepathy, which is beyond the reach of the dust.

Seeing that Zhang Wu was immersed in his own world and didn't know what he was thinking, the man in black on the opposite side jumped into the air and shot viciously, not using a sickle, but using the technique of making a sickle.

A type of "sickle cutting down wheat", the left hand is pulled outward, pulling the grass on the spot, to pinch Zhang Wu's head, the right arm into a sickle hand, cut to the neck, just like the old farmer who has planted the land all his life to harvest wheat, waving the sickle, the sharp sickle head flashes with cold light, and the action is so skillful that it is pleasing to the eye, but it is creepy.

Zhang Wu, who came back to his senses, didn't even think about it, "poof" something exploded in his body, and opened the floodgates, although his skill was only one layer, it was still terrifying, I remember that Shang Yunxiang said when he was past the ancient years, "I have another thirty years of yang life, and I will beat it for another thirty years of strength!"

Step back and crash fist!

"Planting the green seedlings all over the field, looking down to see the sky in the water, the six pure squares are the way, and the regression turns out to be forward!"

The six roots are pure, the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind are all not moving, and they retreat, following the instinct to avoid the opponent's sickle and cut the wheat, and the spine and waist collapse, like a huge spring pressed back, holding back, the whole body trembled slightly, and the vitality in the body flowed, like a huge wave crashing on the shore, and the human body had the courage to turn the earth upside down.

Maybe the opponent has a sense and understands the danger, and a move is useless, and his mind moves, his clothes burst open, and he has a sickle pinned to the back of his waist, and the sickle head extends to the back of his head, covered by a black cloak, and the entire sickle is a meter long, exuding a choking smell of blood, and even the smell of dead corpses, dead air.

This scythe was exposed, the opponent was different, the spirit soared, evil and cruel, as if death was coming, so that the air solidified, and the waist rod of Zhang Wu "clicked".

Under this kind of oppression, Zhang Wu was also surprised, and the Zen disease actually receded a little, and his breath became thicker, confirming the saying "Where there is oppression, there is resistance!"

Collapse!

A blow blow burst the air, hitting the opponent's cloak, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and at the same time, the scythe narrowly swept through the abdomen, the clothes were torn, and a wound appeared on the belly, although it was small, Zhang Wu was still injured.

The other party's cloak flew out horizontally, revealing his true face, his face was ugly, half of it was destroyed by fire, half of it was like an itchy face, so that the cat often scratched his face, and it was extremely worrying to look at it.

"Are you from Maozi's sect?" Zhang Wu's expression was serious, and he carefully observed the face that had been scratched by the cat, and it was vaguely visible that there were words in it.

There is the Maozi Sect in the extremely cold land in the north, just like the conscription army is the most desirable place for the Taiyuan martial artists, there are "immortals" in it, and the corresponding Maozi Sect is the place that the martial artists of the dark world yearn for, and it is rumored that the people who join it will be tattooed on their faces and marked with gold seals.

It stands to reason that with the strength of the Abyss, this cult should have been eradicated long ago.

But for thousands of years, although the orthodox warriors have been shameless against them, and there are righteous people who are not accustomed to their evil behavior, and they organize groups to attack, but there is no news, and the sons of heaven of all generations have not ordered the extermination of their religion.

Strange existence.

"I have no grievances with your Maozi Sect, why did you come to block me?"

"Someone asked for your head, and I was very interested in you, so I came!