Su Zhuo was taken aback, this fright was not trivial, he could barely stop his steps, and rushed to within ten steps in front of the man. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info who knew that the "ghost in white" did not move, and only sneered lightly.

As soon as the laughter came out, Su Zhuo's heart raced, and he secretly thought, although I have never seen a ghost, I have never heard of a ghost sneering like this. Thinking about it, he snorted coldly: "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be a ghost here?"

Who knew that the man didn't say a word, turned around and left. Su Zhuo had already been engrossed, how could he let him leave easily. Leap into the sky and use the light skill of flying through the sky. Although his hand is not as perfect as Yan Linglong's, and even less than Ye Shao's years of cultivation, there are few people in the world who can escape from this square inch.

Sure enough, Su Zhuo reached out and grabbed the left arm of the man in white. The figure paused, as if he didn't expect to be caught by Su Zhuo. As soon as he turned around, he saw two points of dark green light shooting from his black hair. Although Su Zhuo had already seen these eyes, he still felt his heart pounding when he was so close at this time. When he was in doubt, he suddenly felt that the arm he grabbed slipped and he couldn't hold it all of a sudden, and he was freed by the man.

Su Zhuo hurriedly strengthened his hand, but it was too late, and he only grabbed a piece of the sleeve of the man in white. The two of them pulled on both sides, only to hear a "hiss", and the wide sleeves were torn apart by the two. From the sleeves of the man's torn robe, two books suddenly fell out and fell to the ground with two "pops".

Su Zhuo and the man were stunned at the same time. Before Su Zhuo could react, the man in white seemed to be annoyed and angry, turned around and slapped Su Zhuo's face. This palm was still five or six feet away from his head and face, and Su Zhuo felt that the palm wind was blowing on his face, and his face was painful. He knew that this palm was powerful, so he didn't dare to take it hard, so he touched the ground with his foot, and his body suddenly shifted two feet backwards. It was the distance of these two feet that allowed him to avoid the danger of a cranial split. The palm stopped a few inches in front of Su Zhuo, and the danger of his situation was only seen in his life.

Although Su Zhuo was bold, he couldn't help but feel his heart pounding at this moment. The man in white was stunned when he saw Su Zhuo, so he didn't chase after him, but turned around to pick up the two books. Seeing him like this, Su Jian immediately realized the importance of those two books, and his heart flashed, could it be that those two books were ...... He didn't have time to think about it, but he moved freely and grabbed the book on the ground.

The two of them went one after the other, Su Zhuo relied on the magic of light work, and then came first, and his fingers were only a few inches away from the book. The man in white gurgled in his throat and made a strange sound. He also seemed to know that he was not as fast as Su Zhuo, so he gave up the book, and with another palm, he attacked Su Zhuo's side waist.

Su Zhuo knew that even if he grabbed the book, he would definitely not be able to escape this shocking palm. He was in mid-air, twisting his waist to send his hips, and flew out diagonally, dodging the blow of the man in white. These rabbits have risen and fallen, only in the blink of an eye, and only two people know that they are dangerous.

The man in white repelled Su Zhuo and went to grab the book again. How could Su Zhuo make him succeed easily, with both hands on the ground and his feet hooked, hooking the two books to the side. For a while, the two stared back and forth at the two books, each with strange tactics and dangerous tricks. The martial arts of the man in white were far higher than Su Zhuo's, but he was only focused on the book, as long as Su Zhuo retreated, he would no longer chase after him. Because of this, Su Zhuo was able to entangle with him for so long.

The two went back and forth, fighting for half a cup of tea, and no one touched the corner of the book. The man in white became more and more anxious, and the green light in his eyes was bright. Su Zhuo saw the flaw, and with a short body, he passed under the palms of the man in white, and reached out to grab the book on the ground. He thought that the man in white had just come out of his palms, and his moves were old, and he would definitely be unable to stop him anymore. Who knew that as soon as his hand touched the corner of the book, he felt a gust of wind behind him.

Su Zhuo's heart sank suddenly, and when he looked back, he saw that the man in white had turned around at some point, and the palms that had just come out were slapping towards Su Zhuo at this time. Su Zhuo only felt that his breath was stagnant, and he was overwhelmed by the palm wind of this palm. This palm is very powerful, and it is impossible for Su Zhuo to dodge it. Seeing a pair of fleshy palms imprinted on his chest, countless thoughts suddenly surged through his heart.

Warburg Pincus, Yan Linglong, Ling Shuang...... The faces of friends flashed in front of them, and finally all turned into phantoms, condensing into Wei Xiu's smile. For a time, on the shore of Dongting, outside the city of Zhuozhou, in the desert, and above the ancient castle...... Countless fragments came flooding back to me. Su Zhuo's heart was cold, thinking that these people and things had nothing to do with him anymore, and he choked up for a while.

Hit the chest with both palms like a heavy hammer. Su Zhuo only felt that his qi and blood were surging, and his chest was torn apart. However, just a moment later, the force disappeared all at once. Su Zhuo looked up at the man in white, only to see that he suddenly let out a "whine" sound, which seemed to be extremely painful. Then the man in white withdrew his palms, held his head in both hands, and rolled on the ground. Suddenly, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and a little bit of blood stained his white clothes, which was very eye-catching.

Su Zhuo didn't know why, but he didn't have time to take care of others. He was hit hard by the force, his sternum was about to crack, and he lay on the ground unable to move. The two books were stacked on top of each other, right in front of him. But he just didn't have the strength to raise his hand and touch it. The man in white suddenly lay on the ground, his arms dancing wildly. A gust of palm wind hit, just in time to open the book above.

Su Zhuo only saw the first page of the picture, which was actually a terrifying scene, like hell. Although the pages of the book are turned in the palm of the hand, they are presented in front of Su Zhuo one by one. Turn the title page, and then it's all pages of images. The image is very simple, just a naked figure sitting, standing or lying, each with a red thread connecting several acupuncture points.

Su Zhuo only glanced at it a few times, and suddenly understood that this was a book of martial arts secrets! And if it was as expected, this should be the lost book of the Hell Dao in the Six Realms of Reincarnation Sutra! Su Zhuo knew that this book was very important, and he didn't want to read more, so he couldn't move and couldn't turn his head. What's even more amazing is that after taking a few looks, Su Zhuo couldn't take his eyes back. A pair of eyes were fixed on the pages of the scroll, without blinking. If someone else came to see it at this time, they would definitely think that these were two crazy people. One was motionless, staring at the book. The other lay on the ground, dancing wildly.

Every time Su Zhuo looked at the page, he felt a certain meridian in his body suddenly jump. First, there are 12 meridians, from hands to feet, and a stream of heat is born in each meridian for no reason. Then there are the eight veins of the Qi meridian, and the heat flow gathers more and more, and grows stronger and stronger, like a torrent, surging and surging through the meridians. Finally, this flood of water reached the intersection of the Ren pulse and the Du pulse, and encountered a blockage. The torrent rushed several times, and finally rushed away all at once, like the mouth of the Yellow River, out of control.

After reading a book, Su Zhuo's face was already red, his blood rushed to his brain, and he let out a painful muffled snort in his throat. What he didn't realize was that his eyes actually began to flash a faint green light. This hot breath penetrated to the Baihui acupoint above his head, and Su Zhuo couldn't bear the pain anymore, and screamed, not knowing who was going to work. (To be continued.) )