MTL - Carefree Path of Dreams-Chapter 22 Kill

"Black sand palm?"

Song Zhigao naturally recognizes that this door is widely spread.

To be honest, this is a stupid effort. It takes a little bit of slow grinding, and it is a bit of a slap in the face.

However, Song Zhigao can't imagine it anyway. Such an unremarkable method of palms has reached such a great power in the hands of the other party!

The arm was handed over, only to hear a click, the piercing bone cracked, and immediately Song Zhigao’s severe pain in the arms, a scream, the whole person flew out, and was still mad in the air.

"You... your strength... monster!"

He fell to the ground, looked at the broken arms, sighed in the air, looking at Fang Yuan's gaze as if looking at a certain monster.

‘I’m working hard now, I’m afraid it’s twice as close to the average person! This is not only the work of breaking the barrier, but also the help of the jade rice, which makes my roots far better than the ordinary warriors! ’

Fang Yuan looked at this scene, but his heart was clear.

The masters fight, the slightest gap may affect the final success or failure. This Song Zhigao is also a three-off martial artist. However, his own quality is not as high as he is, but he is a long-time war, he is used to buying, and he is afraid of death. The rookie is not as good as it is. Under the circumstance, it is inevitable that it will fall to this point.

"who are you?"

Song Zhigao fell to the ground, his eyes turned, and his face was panicked: "Don't kill me, I can give you a lot of gold and silver treasures, even martial arts cheats..."

"You have too many words!"

Fang Yuan knows that he can't talk too much with the anti-sects. He goes directly to the front and a palm is printed in Song Zhigao Tianling.

boom!

After a loud noise, Song Zhigao’s body fell softly.

"what!"

"Killing!"

Just a few times before the fight was too fast, and when the servants slaves reacted, Fang Yuan had easily harvested Song Zhigao’s life.

"I am not a killer!"

With a battered face towel and so on, he naturally does not have any scruples and thoughts on scribbling the roots. Going up one person and one hand, stunned several of the most vocal slaves and son-in-law, ready to enter the house to harvest.

This is also the habit he brought from that dream world.

After playing BOSS, where is the reason for not taking the spoils?

Only this time, Fang Yuan is somewhat miscalculated.

"Little thief, killing people still dare to be so crazy!"

boom!

With a burst of explosion, the door frame is broken, like a torrent of rain, the target is awesome!

In the midst of a lot of sawdust flying, a figure is saved quickly and indiscriminately. The right hand is pointed into a sword, the Zhonggong straight into, the white rainbow is generally in the day, and the square eyebrows.

Hey!

This temperament tears the void and makes a buzzing sound.

"Master!"

Fang Yuanyi hit the palm of his hand and staggered in the air with the **** sword. The whole person suddenly retreated and looked at the young man who had just appeared.

"The third pass of martial arts?"

The other party was wearing a jade-colored robes, a gold belt at the waist, a piece of innocent jade, a star-browed sword, and a look that was quite chic. At this time, looking at Fang Yuan’s eyes, he was disdainful: “Dare to kill me and buy it from Lingzong. You are not afraid!"

"About!"

Fang Yuan looked like a blue, and looked at the red mark of the palm of his hand.

With the shackles of his black sand palm, at this time the skill is running to the limit. It cannot be said that he does not avoid the sword, but the ordinary boxing attack has already been immune.

But at this time, his palms suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"I don't think there is a guest here at Song Zhigao, and it is still a small master of the 4th Five-Year Pass!"

Fang Yuan has already estimated the strength of the other side at this time. It is definitely a warrior who broke through Dumen, and the martial arts is also tempered. Even though his physical fitness is amazing, he could beat the master before, but he still has no match for him. .

"Did not say?"

At this time, the young man was walking calmly and slowly approaching: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it. Anyway, I will take you down and slowly torture him. I will go to the Lingzong Ten Tortures. I don't know if you can support them. ... the people who dare to kill me will have to pay a little price!"

"your people?"

Fang Yuan hoarse and scorpion open: "You are Song Yujie?"

"Oh? Do you recognize me?"

The young Wuren’s mouth was slightly raised, with a strange arc.

"call……"

Fang Yuan did not answer, and slowly spit out a long breath.

If you encounter other masters, then he must turn around now.

But what about Song Yujie?

To be honest, Song Zhigao is only one of his dogs. In fact, this talent is the source!

"Today's luck is really good!"

Fang Yuan double palms stretched out, the original white jade-like palms of the blue muscles violent, the skin is like a fine iron, with a dark color.

"You can train the black sand palm to such a degree, you are already very proud, but why is this level of work and other steps too low, and how could it be my opponent of the spirit of the spirit?"

Song Yujie snorted, his right hand and his fingers, screaming, and a sword stabbed: "Look at my return to the sword!"

"Sword gas!"

Fang Yuanzi is a condensate.

This is the internal force after a high degree of cohesion. With the strength of swordsmanship, Song Yujie can do this. It is definitely a talented person.

However, at this time, he could not retreat at all. He did not expect himself to win the good hand of the martial arts. He suddenly looked awkward and the whole person went crazy: "Black sand!"

boom!

The palm of the hand was easily defeated by the sword, and only a little aftermath fell on Song Yujie.

He lowered his head and looked at a small black mark on the back of his hand. Then he looked at the square with a blood hole in his chest. The expression on his face was distorted: "How dare you hurt me?"

"More than... cough... hurt you, I will kill you!"

Fang Yuan coughed up a bit of blood, but still smiled.

Close to ordinary people's physical fitness, the healing power is also very horrible, at least he knows that his injury at this time, absolutely no appearance looks so terrible.

"Hey, dead duck mouth is hard!"

Song Yujie stepped forward and his right hand trembled. A kind of snake-like light emerged from the waist, and the telescopic shape was uncertain. It was a soft sword around the finger!

After being injured by Fang Xiaoxiao, he finally got a little serious.

"It seems that you have not done your best, this is really my luck... cough..."

Fang Yuanqing is very fortunate.

I know that even though I have a kind of spiritual help, when Nai is too short, I still have a little distance from those real Zongmen geniuses.

If Song Yujie used the soft sword just now and he had not practiced the blade, I am afraid that he will die immediately without a burial place.

"lucky……"

Song Yujie frowned.

In any case, he could not see the hope of the mysterious man in front of him.

However, just before he was ready to lift the sword, he picked up the mysterious person's limbs, and when he was careful about the cross-examination, a feeling of something wrong did not appear in his heart.

"Right hand... numb..."

His eyes condensed and stared at the black mark on the back of his hand: "You poisoned?! Despicable!"

"Life and death, where is there anything that is mean and not mean!"

Fang Yuan slowly stepped forward and looked at the face gradually darkening. Song Yujie, who pulled out the pill bottle and poured it into his mouth, shook his head: "I don't have to worry about it. I have been tested for this poison, even though it is dangerous." Masters can't resist..."

While speaking, Song Yujie has fallen to the ground and watched with horror as his palm began to rot.

Among them, it is a poisonous variation of the beaded snake!

After the black sand palm reaches the third layer, it has been able to add toxin attack, and Fang Yuan is naturally honest and rude, and with the help of the 阎王帖 as the backing, directly try to extract the strange poison of the mutant bead snake in the palm.

This time, it was amazing and the effect was extraordinary. Song Yujie, who had no defense, was put down.

"Black sand palm... toxic? Are you a pro-disciple of Yan Feng?"

Song Yujie screamed, his voice shook: "Ah... you are dead, and the spirit and my father will not let you go!"

"Is it dead, is it still hard?"

When Fang Yuan came forward, a palm print was printed on Song Yujie, who had no resistance, and relieved his pain.

"Black sand palm quenching poison seems to be a special skill. Only the founder Yan Feng and his pro-disciples will be?"

However, Song Yujie’s last news revealed that Fang Yuan was slightly surprised.

When he was on the first floor of the black sand palm, he had the corresponding information to appear. Later, the quenching venom was also in the water, as instinct.

“This should be the role of the system? Let each martial force reach its limits and discover hidden abilities?”

At this time, the evidence is too small, and Fang Yuan can only guess.

"However, it is really time to go now!"

He looked around.

Because he opened the killing ring, he killed two people, and there was a big chaos in the entire Song Dynasty. The crying shouted from the back house, and many servants and prostitutes opened the door and fled.

"This is too big and will bring other people soon!"

Fang Yuan suddenly gave up his intention to go to the back house to search for the spoils. He slightly turned over the corpses of Song Zhigao and Song Yujie, and got some pieces as a spoils. He didn't look at it immediately, and quickly left the wall.

Before leaving, he even put a big fire on it, watching the entire house built by Song Zhigao with great effort and savings.

This is naturally not to vent their anger, but to create chaos, while attracting everyone's attention and facilitating escape.

After all, in the face of this fire, once the government and other people do not save, until the fire spreads, maybe half of the county will fall, how can this be?

Black smoke spread and the fire was shining.

In the chaos of the county town, Fang Yuan was the door to Shiran, and hidden into the jungle next to the road.

He grew up in the mountains since childhood, and any jungle was flat, and his traces were completely erased.

"Happy! Really happy!"

After running for a long time, there was a small stream in front of him, Fang Yuan went up, painfully drinking spring water, and took off his coat and bucket, and put it into a torch.

In the blazing flame, a poem in the world of dreams does not know how it comes to his mind:

"The number of nights is five thousand soldiers, and the secret leader symbolizes the Ming. The narrow lanes are connected to each other, killing people like grass."

"This time I killed the thief, although it is not quiet, some regrets, but in addition to the big problem, it is really happy!"