Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

Because of the competition between the two on the street, and because there are many gymnasiums in Qianye Town, and the atmosphere is martial, a large number of people came to watch and express their opinions without concealment.

"The old man is Qingzang Chaoyang, the owner of the Suliu Dojo. He has more than a hundred disciples. This young man has a very strong tone."

"Yeah, it looks okay, I'm afraid I'm complaining in my heart, I can't hold back, and I can barely support it."

"Not necessarily, you look at the expression of Master Qingzang, it looks like you are facing a big enemy, but that young man is as immovable as a mountain."

"Hey, it seems to be true, true or false"

"Nonsense, it must be Master Qingzang who is kind-hearted. To save him face, he intentionally made a serious expression."

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The two were at a stalemate, there were a lot of discussions around, and time passed slowly.

One minute later, Chuan Liushi felt that he had saved enough face for the old man and did not defeat him in an instant, and then he started to use his palms really hard.

Visible to the naked eye, traces of bluish-black colors gradually emerged on the white hands during the river flow, and the outline seemed to grow a little bigger.

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I don't know whose hand bones were squeezed together, and let out an overwhelmed groan.

Qingzang Chaoyang's already serious face wrinkled even deeper, it hurt so much

Chapter 240 The Yi Wo Seat on the Top of the Mountain

Amid the brittle sound of popping beans, Qingzang Chaoyang could clearly see Chuanliu's hand, and a subtle but observable change had taken place.

It swelled abruptly and slightly, and the faint blue-black color on the white surface was even more frightening.

He felt that what he was holding was not a hand at all, but a heavy iron mountain full of oppression.

This is definitely not a human hand. Qing Zang Chaoyang was even more sure, gritting his teeth, with a bulging vein on his forehead, unwilling to lose to the ghost.

There was continuous severe pain in the palm of his hand, but his expression remained unchanged, as if he was unmoved.

Chuanliu sighed, admiring the old man's will, and then suddenly increased his strength again.

This person seems to be on the bar, and he doesn't mean to show weakness at all, and it won't be easy to solve it without more efforts.

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The sound of bone cracking sounded, echoing crisply in everyone's ears.

Even though Qingzang Chaoyang's ability to resist pain is good, there are dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

The onlookers felt pain in their hands when they heard it. Although Qingzang Chaoyang was trying his best to control his expressions, the physiological reactions on his face and the slightly deformed hands reminded everyone without exception of the source of the bone cracking sound.

Seeing this, Chuanliu let go of his hand.

"No matter what your reason is, good intentions or malice, you don't have to stop us, just leave."

Walking to Butterfly Shinobi, several people stepped away, and the crowd who had been watching consciously parted ways.

And Qingzang Chaoyang looked down at his hand, and there were five cyan fingerprints on the already black and yellow palm.

"This hand won't be able to be used properly within a month." He thought to himself, and then watched a few people leave before following them.

Not long after they left, Ganlusi Mili looked back and saw how the old man followed up again.

She snorted and said angrily, "You man, why are you following up again? Don't delay our work."

Chuanliu looked back at Qingzang Chaoyang, ignored it, and continued chatting with Butterfly Ninja.

"Little girl, my family is also in this direction, but I don't mean to follow you."

Ganlusi Mili was blunt, and said: "No, I don't believe it, you clearly came with us, such an adult is so shameless."

Qingzang Chaoyang smiled, and when he glanced at the river, he glanced at the sun wheel knives on their waists, and said: "The ghosts in the mountains are very strong."

"You guys have to be more careful."

He didn't ask why the members of the Ghost Killing Squad were hanging out with ghosts. These people made him feel that they were definitely not ordinary people in the Ghost Slaying Squad.

They have their own plans, and they don't need to worry about it themselves. It's just that the ghosts in the mountains are too strong. These people may be sending them to their deaths in the past.

Qingzang Chaoyang has seen too many confident people who entered the mountain, but they never came out again.

Ganlusi Mili was surprised: "Hey, so you know us." She understood why the old man was blocking her, raised her eyebrows and continued, "Don't worry, it's bad luck for the ghost in the mountain to be discovered by us."

Siweizhu, a stepson whose strength surpassed the first grade, was comparable to the first-string Kawaryu Shi, this lineup has confidence in dealing with any ghost except for Ghost Wu Tsuji.

Qingzang Chaoyang is not optimistic.

He looked up at the mountain peak that pierced into the dark clouds, and said: "In our Qianye Town, there has always been a piece of advice, that mountain that is shaped like a sharp blade, ordinary people or women can go in without any harm, but the strength is strong If a man enters, he will surely die, and there will be no bones left."

Martial arts practitioners are mostly arrogant and arrogant, knowing that there are tigers on the mountain, they prefer to walk on the mountain.

This advice is more like a provocation to them.

Over the past hundred years in Qianye Town, many gym owners and boxers and swordsmen from all walks of life have entered the mountain, wanting to show their strength.

Qingzang Chaoyang was no exception when he was middle-aged. He thought, since there is no opponent in Qianye Town, why not go to the mountains to see

The mountain peak that devours the strong and strong arouses people's curiosity, calling for Qingzang Chaoyang to enter.

"At least, I have the confidence to escape." Qingzang Chaoyang entered the mountain.

In the mountains, he ran aggressively, shaking countless birds and beasts away, trying to draw out the legends in the mountains.

As he wished, a boy with golden pupils surrounded by blue tattoos and pink hair walked out. He opened his mouth, and the teeth inside were like files, extremely sharp, and they were Yiwozuo.

This is the first time Qingzang Chaoyang encountered a ghost.

But 1 minute, he lost.

Yiwozuo stepped forward, ready to drink the blood of the strong.

"Who are you and why did you use Qingzang's Suxin Fist?" Qingzang Chaoyang vomited blood, his body was weak, and he leaned against a tree and questioned.

On the person in front of him, he felt an inexplicable power, which was the suppression of the essence of life.

However, during the brief confrontation, Qingzang Chaoyang discovered angrily that this person's move was Su Xin Fist, and each move was so perfect that he could feel ashamed of himself.

What made him even more angry was that this boxing technique had been modified. The original Suxin Boxing, which only suppressed the enemy and did not hurt anyone, had all become pure killing moves, all for the purpose of taking people's lives.

Yi Wozuo paused, his eyes showing confusion.