I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 93

There are not even beggars in this alley.

Bringing Sun Yi back to the alley, Wu Mourn glanced at Li Ying who was still twisting and struggling on the ground, and couldn't help being speechless for this unlucky ghost who made friends carelessly.

"Tsk tsk, you are careless in making friends, and you strike at the first moment when something happens. Why are you so ruthless?"

Wu Mourning is obviously in a good mood today.

He didn't pay much attention to Li Ying, whose feet were like maggots. He just squatted down and gently wiped the neck of this villain who was still thinking of revenge on his little senior sister today, and choked out his vague moans.

Wu has a kind heart, and he can't see villains crying.

So temporarily cut off the blood in the throat for him, lest he continue to make noise and speak badly.

At this time, Sun Yi regained a little control over his body, he understood that it was Wu Mourning who wanted him to speak, and he seized this opportunity decisively.

"My lord, if you want to know anything, you can ask."

"I have nothing to ask." Wu Mourn walked up to Sun Yi and looked at each other.

In an instant, Sun Yi broke into a cold sweat.

It's scary to be used by others, and what's even more terrifying is that you don't even have the value to be used. He has been walking in the dark for too long. He knew that this day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly.Obviously, from the information he inquired about, this guy named Wu Mourning was a third-rate martial artist who had just sensed his blood.

If the person in charge of inquiring stood in front of Sun Yi, he would definitely rush to bite off that person's throat, smash the opponent's dog's brain, and then let the mentally retarded and brain-dead look at it with wide-eyed eyes. Mourning his mother is a third-rate martial artist?
"I go back to Yushan, the ending has already been decided."

Thinking of Mei Fuzi's thought of seeing Zhiwei, Wu Mourn felt that he really didn't have anything to ask.

When Sun Yi heard this sentence, she was not convinced, but she had to be convinced.

Indeed, Qizang warriors are the top figures in the martial arts league, and placed in Yushan, they can easily control the existence of martial arts games in the Jianghu.

It's like.

You are playing chess, thinking hard about wanting to eat up your opponent, but suddenly an apple rolls in from outside the chessboard, easily clearing all your pieces, a pure dimensionality reduction blow.

"How do adults want?"

Wu Mourn thought for a while, then clapped his hands happily.

"I want to borrow something from the two of you, so that I can bring an extra gift to Senior Sister when I go back to the martial arts hall."

"Borrow what?" Sun Yi felt that she could still save her life, and she could still be saved by borrowing something.

Wu Mourn, who was still smiling, suddenly turned indifferent, as if all his previous expressions were just expressions to tease this talking corpse. In his eyes, these two people were already dead.

"Borrow the heads of two items."

When Sun Yi heard the words, she only felt a darkness in front of her eyes!
Before he had time to say anything, he lost consciousness. The feeling of emptiness that he suddenly lost all senses below his neck was extremely terrifying. This was also the last perception of Sun Yi, a famous black boxing martial artist in Yunzhou martial arts.

Tai'a's head was sharp, his neck was broken, and the sword passed, but his head remained on his neck.

He took off Sun Yi's head, pierced it with real power to force out most of the blood, Wu Mourn did not change his face and his heart beat, and did the same to Li Ying.Finally, they stripped off all their clothes, took them a distance and stuffed them into the trash can.

This murderous man had two heads wrapped around him, like two watermelons, he walked towards another street around the martial arts hall.

Don't worry, it's still early today.

He already had a rough idea of ​​the number and cultivation level of the remaining members of the Martial Artists League, and his magical power of Qi Zang happened to be able to accurately see the movement of a person's energy and blood.

Everyone's magical powers are unique in the world, even if the martial arts for body training are the same, the functions are similar, and the details are often different from person to person.

Wu Mourning's Kaizang supernatural power, Yingxuan.

For him, his supernatural powers don't seem to fit his style of painting.

He is still very clear about what he looks like.

With a hush in his mouth, the fist and sword in his hand greeted him head-on and face-to-face. It would be his bad luck if he was directly killed by the opponent, and he would be considered a lucky star today if he was beaten to death!
It stands to reason that my supernatural powers should be explosive, blood-burning, last-ditch, and last-ditch, etc., which sound in line with the style of the painting. The result is this Yingxuan, which is easy to use, but it feels unfinished to him. , It seems that the magical power of opening and hiding and the thirteen swords of trapping the formation are a small part that has been disassembled.

Just use it first.

Qizang supernatural powers will also change with the sophistication of martial arts experts.

Although he is picky about Yingxuan in his heart, Wu Mourning has become really fragrant in actual combat. Relying on Yingxuan who seems to have a super long standby time, in his eyes, everyone's movements can be read. Knowing the strength and authenticity, everyone's cultivation base can roughly guess their martial arts cultivation base by observing qi and blood.

What is this quite?
Put it in the game, Wu Mourning is a hooker who can read the opponent's commands!And it comes with bullet time!
90.00% Nine's fighting information is one-way transparent. This kind of all-round increase in perception kneading is enough to push Wu Mour's actual combat effectiveness in the first level of Qizang to the third level of Qizang.

And for Qi Zang under.

That is an overwhelming suppression spike.

The three first-class warriors placed by the Martial Artists League near the Huifeng Martial Arts Hall, and they were armed with guns, were caught off guard like Li Ying and Sun Yi. On the road, he walked into the alley with his shoulders hooked and his back shouldered like an old friend meeting, without attracting anyone's attention.

There is a gun on his body, and he will be tortured once or twice.

These people obviously didn't have Sun Yi's vision. When they were questioned about their identities, they confidently moved out of the Martial Artists League, thinking that this was their only life-saving talisman, and then...

There's no after that.

Just like a melon farmer in the midst of a bumper harvest, he wrapped the freshly harvested watermelon in a cloth bag, and Wu Mourn didn't bother to look for any shrimps around him, so he swaggered back to the martial arts hall with his bags on his back.

The word Huifeng on the stone wall inside the main entrance is still strong and vigorous.

It's just that from the crowded city more than a month ago to the sparsely populated one today, it's a bit bleak. The ups and downs of a martial arts gym are so vacillating when facing risks.After Wu Mourn sighed in his heart that the world is impermanent, he stepped into the martial arts hall.

When the old man at the gate saw Wu Mourn coming in, he was stunned for a while.

"Why did you come back?"

"Going out for a few days, come back to see Master Lian after the end." Wu Mourning is generous and confident.

"Xiaosheng, do you know what happened in the martial arts hall recently? If you don't want to be involved, pack your bags and go home and wait for a while." The old man at the porter was still sympathetic, noticing Wu Mourning at the door Bian's registration is a registered disciple, so he quickly persuaded him to leave quickly.

"Hey, there is no reason why a master suffers and a disciple stays away. Although I, Wu, have no skills, I still have a heart to fight against injustice."

The words were so loud that the old man at the porter could only sigh when he saw this, and stopped trying to dissuade him.

He's an old man at the door.

Even if something happened to Huifeng Martial Arts Hall, it wouldn't be embarrassing, but Wu Mourn, a polite and registered disciple, would come back at this time, he was afraid that he would get angry, since he couldn't persuade him, he didn't want to watch it anymore.

Just as Wu Mourn entered the outer court, he bumped into someone head-on.

I saw this man with oily hair and pink face, raised eyebrows and eyes, and a red flower in his hair crown. He seemed to behave frivolously, like a playboy lingering in the flowers.But it was not any of the martial arts seniors that Wu Mourn knew. When he saw Wu Mourn, he immediately frowned and scolded in an impolite tone.

"Who are you kid? Do you know that the registered disciples are not allowed to return to the hall at this time!"

"Who are you?" Wu Mour took a look at him, looked him up and down carefully, and gave a precise evaluation.

A third-rate miscellaneous fish.

There are many deficiencies in the vitality and blood, and it seems that the body has been hollowed out by wine and sex.

"You don't even know me? Do you know that my father is Master Lian's senior brother Pan Xiangwei!" As if he was hit by Wu Mourn's words, the man immediately rolled up his sleeves and showed his fists to make gestures.

Snapped! !

After that, the playboy only felt stares in his eyes, and his whole body spun around and fell like a shit, and then he was horrified to find that half of his face seemed to be swollen and he lost consciousness.

Wu Mourn shook his hand, his slap was already restrained, this idiot at most had a concussion and tooth loss, he wouldn't say that he was directly broken in the neck.If it was placed outside, some miscellaneous fish showed themselves ready to attack, adhering to the martial arts spirit of respecting the enemy, Wu Mourn's slap could directly sever his neck.

"baffling."

Muttering in his mouth, Wu Mourn released a wave of mental attacks before continuing to walk in.

It's true that there are so many messes in the martial arts hall, and all ghosts and snakes dare to jump out.

After walking in two steps, he bumped into another person, this must be an acquaintance, it was the sixth senior brother Chen Han, this senior brother who was very eloquent when he taught the apprentices a lesson, couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw Wu Mourn coming in.

"Why the hell are you back?"

It's still a familiar smell, and it's still the familiar fucking you.

Chen Han originally thought that Wu Mourn had gone out early to hide from the disaster, but now that someone suddenly appeared, how could he not swear.

"Senior Brother Chen, where is Senior Sister?"

"She's in the hall of the small main building. Today...no, why are you back? Don't you know that something happened in the martial arts hall?" Chen Han replied subconsciously, but he quickly realized it.

"Then I'll go and pack my bags first, and then I'll visit Master Lian." Hearing that Lian Suniang was well, the corners of Wu Mourn's mouth unconsciously raised a little, holding the gift he had prepared, it was finalized.

"Hey, Wu Xinzhuo, you fucking listen to me!"

Chen Han became impatient, this junior is usually very smart, but he looks a little martial idiot, why is he so stupid now, can't understand people's words?

"Senior Brother Chen, don't worry, everything is up to me."

Wu Mourning suddenly stuck in front of Chen Han, lightly pressing his shoulders.

Unbelievable flashed across Chen Han's eyes.

This is, what a violent and turbulent qi and blood fluctuation!A third-rate warrior?Fuck you third-rate martial artist!Anyone who says Wu Mourn is a third-rate martial artist should be dragged out and beaten to death!
"Give me a pass on Senior Sister, just say that I want to see Master Lian, by the way, don't say anything about me for the time being." Wu Mourn showed a smirk, and made a gesture of silence.

Chen Han saw it, the silver rings flickering in Wu Mourn's eyes, like the silver moon in the cold night, full of murderous intent!
(End of this chapter)