Martial Arts: I am in the Valley of Unrequited Love, I am invincible by touching corpses

The fat lama laughed in anger, "You old thing are you really not afraid of death?" As he said that, he raised his sharp sword with both hands, ready to chop down on Ke Zhen'e's head. At this moment, a tall and thin lama with a restrained aura walked up to the fat lama. He stretched out his hand to stop the latter's action, looked down at Ke Zhen'e who fell to the ground, and put his hands together and said: "I heard that there are seven heroes in Jiangnan in the Central Plains. I saw them today and they are really worthy of their reputation. But their martial arts are not good, but they are very tough?!" As soon as the voice fell, more than 20 lamas laughed unscrupulously. Their eyes were full of disdain for the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, and some even laughed to tears.

"Seven Freaks of Jiangnan? Is that all you can do?"

"You dare to call yourselves the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you?"

"I think you, Mr. Ke, are just a tough mouth."

"It's a miracle that the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan can survive to this day with such poor kung fu."

"Maybe others think they are too inferior and are too lazy to kill them."

After the lamas laughed, the fat lama said loudly with murderous intent on his face: "Big Brother, don't waste time talking to them, kill these five men first, as for this Young woman, let's keep her as a tool for us to vent our anger. "

Hearing this, Han Xiaoying's pretty face turned blue, and she angrily cursed: "A bunch of shameless people, don't even think about it, even if I die, I will not let you succeed..."

The fat lama turned his head and looked at the unruly Han Xiaoying, and said with a lewd smile: "What a fierce temper, I just like women like you, it's more interesting to tame them..."

As he said, he strode to Han Xiaoying, and his extremely fat and salty hands touched her high and bulging chest.

"Don't..."

Han Xiaoying was shocked and closed her eyes in despair. She had already thought of chewing her tongue to commit suicide.

However, the next second.

There was only a "gulp", and the fat lama's body fell straight to the back.

"Who is it? ! ! "

The other twenty or so lamas were originally watching the fat lama's salty hands with interest.

However, suddenly, a weed came through the air and pierced the fat lama's forehead directly.

They were all shocked and looked around.

The horror in their hearts was beyond words.

Just a weed pierced the fat lama. This kind of terrifying internal force was really shocking.

Han Xiaoying opened her beautiful eyes and saw the fat lama who died next to her. A look of shock appeared on her pretty face.

Could it be him? !

She suddenly thought of the boy who gave her the hairpin. Only he had such a powerful strength.

After all, she saw with her own eyes that he killed Ouyang Ke, a master in the early stage of the first class, with a chopstick.

The eldest brother mentioned by the fat lama was Sangye Lama.

When he saw his junior brother being killed by a weed, he was shocked.

I am afraid that even he may not be able to do such a strong internal force.

Sang Jie looked around the deserted area, gathered his true energy, and said loudly: "May I ask who you are? Please come out and show yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of clear footsteps suddenly came from the other side of the lake.

Two young boys and girls, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with stunning looks and extraordinary temperaments, walked over hand in hand.

When Sang Jie saw that the two young people were young, he was surprised and stared at Gongsun Hao and Huang Rong in disbelief.

"Did you kill my junior brother?"

Gongsun Hao smiled faintly and nodded: "Yes."

Sang Jie said in disbelief: "How is it possible? You look only fifteen or sixteen years old, but you have such skills?"

Gongsun Hao smiled contemptuously, "There are still many things you don't know. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Sang Jie's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he turned his head and winked at more than twenty junior brothers.

The lamas immediately understood what the elder brother meant, and they no longer cared about the injured Jiangnan Six Freaks. They all picked up their shiny swords and rushed towards Gongsun Hao.

"A bunch of ignorant people!"

Gongsun Hao pulled up the corners of his mouth cruelly, took a step forward, and suddenly attacked.

He used the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra!

He threw out an ordinary punch, and a thunder exploded on the ground.

"Boom!"

More than 20 knife-wielding lamas screamed and died on the spot as if they were hit by a high-speed truck.

"What?!"

Sangjie was shocked.

His pupils shrank sharply, and the shock in his eyes was beyond words.

"You...you are the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung?"

Gongsun Hao nodded, "Yes, I didn't expect you to have some knowledge."

Sangjie's face was extremely ugly, and he said incredulously: "How is this possible? The Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung is a skill that the Vajra Sect of the Esoteric Buddhism has never passed on to others. How can you do it?"

Gongsun Hao sneered, "There is no need for this young master to explain to you, you will die!"

"Wait!"

Sangjie hurriedly stretched out his hand, with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Sir, wait a minute. Do you want to save the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan? I will let them go. You know the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. We are very likely to be on the same side. I am the great protector of the Dalai Lama Living Buddha of the Esoteric Buddhism. We can talk it out..."

Gongsun Hao sneered, "Sangjie, Sangjie, you are really as cowardly as a mouse. This young master is not on the same side as you. Take it."

After the words fell, he punched Sangjie fiercely.

Sangjie was shocked and slapped out with the same palm. The great handprint magic skill rushed out like a broken bamboo.

The great handprint magic skill collapsed instantly under Gongsun Hao's terrifying punch, and the fist force hit Sangjie's chest fiercely.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a creepy sound, Sangjie's chest was actually pierced by Gongsun Hao's punch.

A fist-sized blood hole appeared on his chest, and bright red blood gushed out.

The shock in Sangjie's eyes was forever fixed on his face.

"Gudong"!

His body fell to the ground, and the great guardian of Tantric Buddhism, Sangjie, died.

Gongsun Hao had a blank expression on his face, his knees did not bend, and his feet did not step. Somehow, he suddenly moved in front of Sangjie's body.

[Ding! Sangjie's body was detected. Do you want to touch the body? ]

The system prompt sounded.

"Go!"

Gongsun Hao answered in his heart.

[Ding! The body is touched! ]

[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the Lion Roar Skill! ]

[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained 3,000 points! ]

...

Hearing the system prompt sound, Gongsun Hao smiled slightly.

He had already extracted the Great Handprint Divine Skill of Sangjie from Master Lingzhi.

He was still a little surprised to have obtained the Lion's Roar Skill.

However, Sangjie's Lion's Roar Skill was obviously not fully practiced. He only practiced the Great Handprint Skill to the pinnacle. His overall strength was even inferior to that of Master Jiunan.

"This?!"

"Brother Hao, it's amazing!"

The Six Freaks of Jiangnan and Huang Rong were shocked when they saw Gongsun Hao's terrifying destructive power and ghostly body movements.

He stood still at a distance of several feet. Somehow, he teleported directly in front of the body of the great lama?

This is simply incredible! !