Return of the Soldier King

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"Hai Han? Hai Fart!"

The sloppy Taoist language is vulgar, and he swears: "The father and son of skillful craftsman are my people. You make Xiao Nan like this, and you want me to forgive you. It is too naive!"

The scolded dog of the soul-daughter was bloody, with his head down, and his attitude became tough: "What do you think about the seniors? It's not easy for us to kill the door, don't you want to kill the enemy with us?" ? "

"Less nonsense. Is killing the door amazing?"

The sloppy Taoist priest looked arrogantly, pointing at the nose of the soul-stricken scholar with bare dust: "You hit me, don't give an explanation, don't want to go out of the door of this room. I will give you two choices now, you either stay Take the beating hand, or leave your life, you choose! "

Critical or terrible?

Soul-stricken student's forehead sweated out coldly, covered with soy-sized sweat beads, and his heart was terribly tense. He had felt so nervous for the first time after being a killer for so many years.

The key is still life, the answer to this question is obvious, there are two hands, there is no life, there is only one life, if there is no play, there is no drama.

However, it is difficult for the scholar to capture the soul. Because for a killer, the hand is as important as the life. Without the hand, when the killer task is executed, it is likely to be killed, which is equivalent to losing the life.

"Quick election, I don't have time to rub against you!"

The scruffy priest was already impatient and said aloud.

"Okay. I choose."

The soul-robbing scholar gritted his teeth. He had never been so embarrassed. He raised his head, and a grin appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I choose you to die!"

Before the words fell, the scholar who had captured the soul had already shot. He picked up the black oil paper umbrella in his hand, pressed the frame on the handle of the umbrella, the air rang, and from the front, he shot a puffy blue hairy needle toward the sloppy The Taoist's face came over.

It turned out that the oil-paper umbrella that captured the soul scholars not only contained a slender and narrow sword, but also had an insidious poison-feeding hidden weapon. Seeing the blood to seal the throat, it was extremely powerful.

"silly."

The pupils of the scruffy priests reflected the reflection of fine needles in their hair, but they did not panic. The five fingers of their right hand bloomed like a lotus flower, bursting like fireworks, and dazzling.

call!

When the hidden weapon had reached his front, the sloppy Taoist slammed his right hand suddenly and gave a slap.

This palm can be said to be huge, the air struck detonatingly, and a strong wind blew the fine needles of the cattle back, changed the flight trajectory, faster than the original speed, and shot at the soul-absorbed scholar.

"Broken palm!"

The soul-robbing scholar was terrified with a tremble: "It is actually the legendary broken palm!"

The martial arts have no boundaries, the master is not the end. There is a realm above the guru, but that is already a legend. From ancient times to the present, masters who can surpass the guru are also rare. This kind of master has an obvious feature, that is, they are not restricted to general moves, and their fists and feet can bring out strong winds, and even these strong winds can hurt people from the air.

There is "breaking the palm of the air" in the palm, and "beating the bull in the air" in the boxing is all the legendary kung fu.

The martial arts of the soul-winning scholars is already very high, but there is still no way of knowing how far it is from breaking the sky with the palm of the hand and hurting people with anger.

He shuddered, knowing that the sloppy priest in front of him was indeed the old thief with martial arts, and knew that he was not an opponent.

puff!

The scallop needle that bounced back was inserted into the wall, even the tail of the needle was not in it, and almost shot through the thick wall.

"Still not strong enough."

Sloppy Taoist sighed, it seemed that he was not satisfied with his skills.

"Damn, his skills are unfathomable!"

The soul-robbing scholar escaped a trick and was frightened. He was afraid to continue his hands with the old thief. Once he hit the body, he broke the glass and went outside, trying to escape through the courtyard wall.

"Want to go, it's not that easy!"

The sloppy Taoist priest walked like a shadow, hit him with a palm, the person had not arrived, the air wave had arrived, there were several huge sycamore trees in the middle of the courtyard, and was urged by his palm wind, all the leaves were clattering.

When the palm wind moved, the gale suddenly rose.

The martial arts of sloppy Taoist priests is very amazing.

The soul-robbing scholar's movements were quick, and he had already leaped over the wall, but his body was pressed down hard by the palm wind.

At the same time, the sloppy Taoist priest had reached behind the soul-absorbed scholar, grabbed his arm, yanked it, and snorted, even torn off one arm of the soul-absorbed scholar.

Suddenly, the blood was like a fountain, sprinkled in the courtyard, like a **** ink painting!

"I said let you leave a hand, since you don't want to, then let your life be left!"

The scruffy priest is also a fierce figure, with a cold flash in his eyes, his index finger and **** together forming a sword, and pointing towards the throat of the scholar who captured the soul!

The soul-robbing scholar hides nowhere to hide, his eyes show a decisive color, and suddenly crushes a pill hidden in his teeth.

Click, click!

The student's body doubled in an instant, his muscles knotted, his feet sank, his feet fell to the ground, and a few bricks on the ground immediately cracked.

The soul-robbing scholar punches with one arm and intercepts, like a long-armed ape monkey, sweeping his cross arm!

This vigorous force, like the ancient great ape, can tear the tiger and wolf with bare hands.

"Alas?"

The sloppy Taoist face was shocked, his fist suddenly changed, his hands turned over, the waves rolled, and never broke.

The power of turning waves in Tai Chi!

Soul-scholar scholar's body is soaring and his strength is infinite, but no matter how strong his strength is, they are all resolved by the sloppy Taoist priests.

"What kind of banned drugs are you taking, is it JF01!"

The sloppy priest asked, and stepped out again, his hands like a big seal, turned down, as if the king of the tower fell to the demon!

"It has a relationship with you!"

The soul-robbing scholar did not expect that he was taking the banned drugs, but he is not yet an opponent of the sloppy Taoist priest. He can only hold the oil-paper umbrella with one hand, hold it up, and support with one hand!

boom!

The scrambled Taoist slammed the oil paper umbrella with one palm. Unexpectedly, it was actually a palm that burst the umbrella. The gray smoke came out of it. Don't smell it. It was poisonous smoke at first glance.

"No, it's seven poisonous wolf smoke!"

Sloppy Taoist priests do not know well, he is a daring artist, he is naturally not afraid of this poisonous smoke, but the seven poisonous wolf smoke spread quickly, and the father and son of skillful craftsmen cannot avoid it.

There is no way, the sloppy priests can only retreat back, grasping the craftsman father and son with two hands, and bring them to a safe place.

The poison of the seven poisonous wolves was violent, spreading quickly, and dissipating quickly. Three minutes later, the poisonous smoke dissipated, and the figure of the soul-absorbed scholar disappeared without a trace. The amputated arm on the ground also disappeared.

"Boss, he escaped ... shall we chase down ..."

Qiao Jiang Tiangong asked carefully.

"No. Poor Kou Mo chases, this kid is extremely cunning, we catch up, one careless, there will be damage."

Sloppy Taoist shook his head.

"Then ... Did he cheapen him?"

The artisan Tiangong gritted his teeth, his hatred showing in his eyes.

"Cheap him? Do you think I simply tore his arm off? The meridians on his broken arm were shattered by me, no matter which hospital he went to, it would be impossible to connect. Scholars, it will be considered invalid in the future. Unless ... "

The sloppy Taoist did not go on.

Unless the soul-robbing scholar can find the man, the man called the medical saint, his broken arm may still have a little life.

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