Chuanliu sized up the old man, and found that his whole body was extremely full of fighting spirit, with a feeling of being tempered and tempered, as if it were real.

"This man, fighting against humans, even the pillars of the Ghost Killing Team may not be able to take him down..." Chuan Liu was speechless.

The grudge was as strong as Beimingyu Xingming, but there was a hint of weakness in it, which may be caused by being too old.

However, the old man's eyes paused for a second on the sun wheel knives on the waists of the several people, and then quickly retracted. During this period, a strange brilliance flashed in his eyes, which quickly disappeared.

Others also saw the extraordinaryness of the old man, and Purgatory Xingshou Lang said curiously: "We are not locals, but we have to do something when we come here, and we will stay here soon, are you?"

The old man laughed and said in a hearty voice, "My name is Qingzang Chaoyang, the owner of Suliu Dojo in Qianye Town."

"I see that some of them are not ordinary people. How about going to my dojo and discussing and exchanging ideas?"

Ganlusi Mili jumped to the front, said with a smile, "No way, grandpa, we have urgent matters to deal with."

But Qingzang Chaoyang narrowed his eyes, blocking the way of several people.

"Since there is something important, let's not go to the dojo, let's compete here."

He was relentless, as if the purpose of the conversation was to stop them, but he didn't smell any malice in the flow.

Chapter 239 The Wrestling Between Man and Ghost

"You man, what's going on, you said you have something urgent, and you stopped us." His own words were ignored, Ganlusi Mili with his hips on his hips, sulking, staring at Qingzang Chaoyang.

But Qingzang Chaoyang didn't take it seriously, looked at Purgatory Xingshoulang and said: "Among these people, you have the most momentum, you and I have a contest, if you beat me, I will leave immediately."

"But if you lose, you can leave. You can't solve the things here."

His palms were open, his bones were crackling, like fried beans, and his breathing rhythm was abruptly sidelined.

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There was a muffled breathing sound, and two white lines formed by breath appeared out of thin air and poured into his mouth and nose.

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this special breathing sound and rhythm.

This is not a breathing method, but it is very similar, and it belongs to the use of breath by martial artists.

Qingzang Chaoyang stepped forward with his left leg, and stepped heavily on the ground. His legs were separated, and his standing posture looked as stable as Mount Tai. His sleeves fluttered gently without any wind.

At the same time, his upper body is standing upright, his left arm is stretched out straight, his fist is clenched tightly, and his right hand is tucked around his waist. The muscles on his arm are vigorously bulging, giving him a sense of strength.

"bring it on"

Purgatory Xingshoulang wants his eyes to shine, so he has to step forward, no matter what the reason is, since he has put forward this kind of fighting request, he can't wait for it, just in time, let's also see how capable the folk gymnasium owner is.

"and many more."

Chuanliu grabbed Purgatory Xingshoulang and shook his head: "Let me come, I really want to compare with this old man."

Just looking at the fighting energy, the fighting energy in Qingzang Chaoyang's body is soaring at this moment. Although there is a sense of age and weakness in it, it is still much stronger than Purgatory Xingshourou.

However, this is not the main reason. The most important thing is that the moves of the swordsmen are purely developed for killing ghosts. That is, he has rich experience and has gone through countless exchange-style battles.

Purgatory Xingshou Lang is not a strong character, he nodded and said: "It's fine, you should be much stronger than me now, come on."

Qingzang Chaoyang looked sideways, and looked at Chuan Liushi.

"Hearing what he said, you are the strongest among these people. I didn't expect me to miss it."

"Tch..." Hearing this, Undead Kawa Minami let out a snort of displeasure, but did not refute.

Chuanliu Shi stepped forward step by step, Liu Sheng cut the bloody battlefield, and the terrifying murderous intent of countless slaughters gushed out, covering Qingzang Chaoyang's body in an instant. Fall into the ice cave.

What's the matter with this man

The number of people Liu Shengbei has killed cannot be counted. If they are piled together, they will become a mountain of corpses. His killing intent is very deterrent to human beings, but the effect on ghosts is not satisfactory. The momentum can deter them.

Regardless of Qingzang Chaoyang's strength, Chuanliu felt that he was just a Lianjiazi who had never seen blood.

After all, this is an era of peace, not swordsmen fighting ghosts, there are very few people who kill.

Stretching out his palm, Chuan Liu smiled slightly: "The visitor is a guest, it would be inappropriate to speak with fists when we first meet, just shake hands."

This smile, in the eyes of Qingzang Chaoyang, seemed to see a monster covered in human skin with a blood-soaked sword pierced all over his body and a grin full of sharp teeth.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again. The illusion in his eyes faded, and the person in front of him was just a polite young man with a smile on his face.

"Okay, let's shake hands."

This is a ghost, it must have been a ghost that has lived for an unknown amount of time, otherwise how could it accumulate such killing intent like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood

If this ghost is really as young as it looks, he Qingzang Chaoyang wrote his name upside down

Qingzang Chaoyang knew about the existence of ghosts, and he also knew about the Ghost Killing Team.

So he is a little flustered now, and now, the ghosts are all going with the ghost killing team Qingzang Chaoyang really wants to remind Liangui Xingshourou and the others: "An old ghost got mixed up among you, aren't you ashamed to be a ghost swordsman?"

However, no matter who the opponent is, he will go all out in the competition.

Holding hands together, the first feeling is rough when the river is flowing. Qingzang Chaoyang's hands are black and yellow, full of wind and frost scars, and rough calluses on the palms. There is a rough feeling of rubbing irregular gravel, and then it feels thick. His hands were big and thick, it seemed difficult to hold them, and he wanted to let go subconsciously.

On the other hand, in the eyes of Qingzang Chaoyang, at first glance, it looks like holding a woman's hand, without a trace of scratches or acne, smooth and delicate, and the skin color is fair when flowing, and the hands are also slender and fair, which is true. It feels like a woman's hand.

However, there is no sign of being weak or soft. On the contrary, the thin and slender fingers on this palm are like refined steel bars, as if formed by casting steel, very hard and difficult to shake.

Bai Bai and Hei Huang clasped hands, Qingzang Chaoyang inhaled suddenly, a large gust of air formed Bai Lian and was sucked into his lungs, then his hands suddenly exerted force, his face was serious, and the wrinkles on his cheeks became deeper, as if he had been drawn into his lungs. The carving of the knife and ax is generally formed, and it is still twisting and trembling slightly.

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There was still a loud shout in his mouth.

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The ground centered on the two of them, and the spider web-like cracks quickly covered the surrounding three meters, and were still slowly spreading.

When it was flowing, it felt like a huge force was squeezing my palm, trying to wear away his flesh and blood, crushing his bones, and wrinkling his brows slightly.

Such a torrential force is really stronger than many ghosts, and even those who wrestle with Shangxian are qualified.

It's a pity that not only the ghost body is stronger than human beings, but the hands are the hardest and most powerful part of the whole body, harder than real steel.

He grinned: "Old man, your body is really strong." His eyes fixed on the deep wrinkles on Qingzang Chaoyang's face, and he squinted his eyes: "However, at such an old age, it is better to take care less and stay at home for the elderly How good it is to enjoy your old age, and leave the world to us young people."

Qingzang Chaoyang has the strength to bend steel bars, and at this moment, it is like a stone sinking into the ocean, and his hand is not deformed in the river.

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