Before Wu Changkong finished his "move", he suddenly raised his head and slammed the face of the person behind him. Immediately, the man's nose bleeds and tears flowed out together, and the pain made him stop moving. Wu Changkong's movements didn't stop, and he immediately bounced the people behind him with a hunched waist and pouting his hips. At the same time, the hands that were pulled backwards swept forward, and the two people who grabbed his hands were taken to the front by Wu Changkong and collided with each other without being alert. Wu Changkong grabbed one head with each hand, and boom, the two of them hit their heads together and fainted to the ground.

Then, without waiting for Brother Zheng to react and take precautions, Wu Changkong came to Brother Zheng with an arrow step. flew up with his left foot in the abdomen of the main brother, and one dodged behind him, twisting the main brother's hands behind him with both hands.

"Don't move!" At this time, Wu Changkong had already escaped from the encirclement and used Brother Zheng to block the crowd.

"Who wants to destroy my hands and feet! Say! Or I'll break my hands first!"

The sudden change made the other two accomplices standing dumbfounded, and they were stunned.

Brother Zheng's abdomen hurt so much that he couldn't straighten his waist at this time, but his words were very hard: "Fuck! You let me go!

At this time, taking advantage of the cover of getting up from the ground, the jeans took out a short sand gun out of nowhere and aimed it at Wu Changkong: "Damn! Dare to move me! Look at you or my gun! I don't have an iron suit, I'll see what you can do!"

Jeans said as he walked around to Wu Changkong, not letting Brother Zheng stand in the middle.

Wu Changkong didn't dare to turn Brother Zheng to him, for fear that others would also have guns. When the jeans were four or five steps away from him, he slowly turned his brother towards him.

The other two accomplices were still standing stupidly, not just to surround them, in case the shot went off, it was not fun.

Jeans saw Wu Changkong blocking himself with his brother and hurriedly shouted: "Don't move!

Just as he spoke, Wu Changkong pushed his brother, and then jumped behind his jeans from the direction of the other two accomplices. With a move in his left hand, the eagle probe claw grabbed the neck of the jeans and lifted them off the ground, and the right hand held the hand of the jeans holding the gun.

"Do you want my life?" waved his jeans hand vigorously, and pointed his gun left and right at the rest of the people: "All stand together!"

The men were too far apart to be controlled, and at the same time pulled back with their jeans to distance themselves. When I pushed Brother Zheng just now, the force I used was just in front of the muzzle, but unfortunately the force was not mastered well, and it was only pushed halfway. Because it was not easy to grab the gun after hitting the jeans and falling to the ground, I didn't use too much force.

Unexpectedly, Brother Zheng also took out a sand gun under the cover of his accomplice's body.

"Let him go!" roared. I didn't expect this kid to be so troublesome, but this time it's big.

"Let him go! We're going to admit it, and we're not going to trouble you anymore!"

"If you tell me who instigated it, I'll let him go. ”

"This can't be. How can I come out and mix up if I betray my brother!" Brother Zheng is saying this for jeans, and also for others. Explain not that you don't care about jeans, it's a matter of principle. If you can betray others today, you can betray the people around you tomorrow.

"It seems that your little brother's life is worthless. You don't hesitate to sacrifice your own life for the sake of others?"

"Don't you want to provoke us! Brothers, don't listen to him provoke!"

"I don't provoke! If you don't say how it will end, I ask you!"

"I said it, you let him go and we'll go. ”

"Just kidding. If you don't say that I let him go, will you trouble me again. Even if you don't look for me, won't others continue to look for me? If you were me, what would you do? Will I be so far away next time? Or as you said, cut me down on the side of the road!"

"I promise we won't trouble you again. ”

"You still don't want to take care of your little brother's life. You fought and killed for him, and he didn't even care about your life! just to defend that man. Who is he? You know what? He didn't tell you, did he? How much money did you get?"

"Don't fucking provoke us!" Brother Zheng was so angry that he pointed a gun at Wu Changkong. In fact, it was against jeans, and Wu Changkong was hiding behind.

"You beware of going off and killing your own people. You don't pretend to go off the rails and kill them together. ”

"Then you say. If you don't say it, you don't care if your brother lives or dies. ”

"Everyone has been together for so long, don't believe him. If I am forced to betray someone today, who will believe me in the future? Will you? You won't! He won't dare shoot! Everyone will spread out and go together!"

"Crack!" The sand gun of the jeans spewed out tongues of fire, and countless steel balls shot at Brother Zheng. Brother Zheng was densely covered with blood in horror, and he didn't believe that Wu Changkong would shoot. He was just a student, how could he have the guts to kill someone? Even if he was good at it and had practiced some martial arts, how could he dare to kill someone? The two people closest to Brother Zheng were also hit by some steel balls and screamed in pain.

Wu Changkong originally wanted to ask the mastermind, but the other party never said it for a long time, so it would be no nonsense. fired, and then pushed the stunned jeans hard against the main brother. Brother Zheng subconsciously pulled the board machine, and the belly of the jeans was shot at close range and knocked down Brother Zheng.

Wu Changkong ran to the bag he saw just now, opened the zipper, and it was a few machetes and iron pipes. grabbed a knife and chased after the two accomplices who were in a hurry to escape, and slashed each one to the ground.

"Say, who is going to abolish me!"

"Oops--I-oh-I-I don't know--oh-" came out to mix, and I was used to this set for a long time.

Wu Changkong ignored him, and turned around to stab another guy who wanted to take the opportunity to escape again. Ignore the other party's yelling and continue to ask.

Drag the two together, ask one, and slash without saying anything. Ask the other, and cut it without saying it. In the end, they both were hacked to death. Pull the two who were knocked unconscious at the beginning together and ask the same question. The two of them woke up just now, and they didn't dare to get up and continue to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. I wanted to ask Brother Zheng, but I didn't expect that Brother Zheng was only left with convulsions when he fell to the ground.

In the end, I only asked if it was a money belt given by a person named Shunsan.。

took off a person's clothes and wrapped his hands to take out the remaining murder weapon in the bag, faked the scene according to the imaginary infighting, and wiped the fingerprints that might have been left by the way. Then Wu Changkong bent down and jumped on the roof, climbed over the fence from the other side, walked around the place where no one walked, put his T-shirt on his back and pretended to run back to the dormitory. On the way, I tried to choose a place where there was no one, and climbed over the fence near the dormitory to enter, but I didn't dare to go through the school gate.

There was no one in the dormitory, and those who studied on their own did not come back, and those who went out to play did not come back. Very good and lucky, Wu Changkong hurriedly took off his clothes, pants, shoes and socks and went to take a shower.

"Boom-boom!" "Boom-boom!"

It's raining just in time. Wu Changkong knew that there might be a lot of loopholes in the scene he had temporarily arranged, and now that it rained, there should be no problem. With such a heavy rain, the footprints, the smell, and so on should have been washed away.

Thinking about what he had experienced, Wu Changkong's bloodlines suddenly began to beat violently. The heart and soul lost the rhythm of the past, and the hands were trembling slightly.

I killed! Those people died, they died in my hands, I killed them with my own hands!

Wu Changkong didn't feel afraid, but he didn't understand why he had these reactions. He tried to control his emotions and thoughts.

The mood is complicated, stimulating, afraid, panicked, dazed, and I don't know. I can't get into meditation, I can't calm down, my mind is messed up, and I fantasize about all kinds of consequences and coping strategies. That night I had nightmares in which I repeated the murderous scene over and over again, struggling to wake up.

The next day, Wu Changkong took the time to take those clothes, pants, shoes and socks to deal with them. I took the bus to the outskirts on the other side of the city, found a large garbage dump and lit it next to it. I went back to the city commercial street and bought the same clothes, pants and shoes and socks, but fortunately, the original ones were just bought. I can't see it after washing it a few times, but pure cotton seems to have this characteristic.

The second night's dreams were chaotic, and I repeated how to deal with what happened in the future. Which direction things are going, what decisions and responses you have to make.

On the third night, the dreams began to recover, but the rest of the night was no longer in a state of chaos and dreamlessness.

However, after this experience, the previously stagnant realm seems to be showing signs of growth. The internal forces have also increased.

What the hell is going on? Could it be caused by the release of long-suppressed evil thoughts? If that's the case, then it's easy to be swayed by ** and shake your will.

People who practice martial arts will have the urge and thoughts to fight, which is generated by competitiveness and possession. But if this ** is satisfied, then these ** will be strengthened. Constant satisfaction and continuous enhancement, at the beginning it will cause the illusion of a great increase in strength, and in the end, the thinking and consciousness will be swayed by the powerful **, and eventually it will be uncontrollable and die violently during practice or fighting.

There was once a martial artist who founded a sect and created a new type of boxing. It's a pity that in order to continue to perfect this boxing style and make it the first in the world, he was swayed by this kind of **. When practicing boxing day and night, he finally couldn't control his internal force, broke through his internal organs, and died suddenly while practicing. He was young when he died.

In that night's action, Wu Changkong did not use internal force. Because he has been training with weights all year round, his strength is already greater than that of ordinary people. This should leave no puzzling flaws in the field.

Originally, he didn't want to do that, and Wu Changkong didn't expect it to develop like this. Wu Changkong even planned to spend money to eliminate the disaster, not wanting to make such a complicated trouble.

The master taught that everyone who cultivates martial arts should have their own martial arts qi. Xianglu Tianqing cultivates eagle claw skills, so he should have the temperament of an eagle.

What kind of temperament does an eagle have? It depends on the individual's understanding.

Unfettered, free, and easy? This is also the spirit of martial arts, the mind of a warrior.

Do not compromise and seek perfection? Would rather fold your wings than be humiliated? Be noble, arrogant, and high-minded? Disdain inconsequential matters? Only flap your wings for your own ideals?

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Wouldn't it be tiring to solve it by fighting, killing, and killing?

To break your hands and feet is already touching your bottom line. If he just wants money or something, Wu Changkong doesn't want to do much.

If the bottom line is exceeded, cut the grass and eradicate the roots. Mu Bai and his master gave him a new world and a new understanding, if a martial artist is stumped by these worldliness, how can he make progress?

Word spread quickly. Because it's right next to the farmyard, there's a lot of talk in the farmyard.

Six people died. Six people, not one or two. Girls will be scared when they talk about it, and boys are circulating various versions of the story.

Wu Changkong listened to it piecemeal. The body was probably found around noon on the third day, and later the police came to cordon off the scene. In the past few days, I have been looking for clues in the vicinity, but because the case is serious, it has not been made public. At first, many people went to see it, and it was said that the blood flowed so much that the entire brick factory was dyed red. Corpses were everywhere, one head and one foot. Hearing Wu Changkong sigh at the imagination of these people, he didn't do that at all. All I heard was useless.