"What's wrong with you? You all said something urgent and stopped us." What he said was ignored. Ganlu Temple Mili put her hips on her hips, staring at Qingzang Chaoyang.

But Qingzang Chaoyang didn't care and looked at the Purgatory Akisuro and said, "Of these people, you have the most momentum. You and I will compete in one match. If you beat me, I will leave immediately."

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

His palms spread, his bones crackled, like the sound of stir-fried beans, and the breathing rhythm suddenly went on.

call!

The breathing sounds like a muffled thunder sounded, and the white lines formed by two breaths appeared out of thin air and poured into his mouth and nose.

Everyone was a little surprised to hear this special breathing sound and rhythm.

This is not breathing method, but it is very similar to it. It is a martial artist's use of breath.

Dong!

Qingzang Chaoyang stepped forward with his left leg, stepped heavily on the ground, spreading his legs, standing as steady as Mount Tai, with his sleeves moving without the wind, and gently floating.

At the same time, he stood up half, stretched his left arm straight, clenched his fists, and his right hand was closed around his waist, and his upper muscles were thrusting, which was extremely powerful.

"bring it on!"

Purgatory Apricot Shouro wanted to burst into light in his eyes, so he had to go forward. No matter what the reason was, since he had made such a request for battle, he couldn't ask for it. Just look at how capable the people's Taoist masters had.

"etc."

Chuanliushi grabbed Purgatory Atsuru and shook his head: "Let me do it, I want to compete with this old man."

Just looking at the Dou Qi, the Dou Qi of Qingzang Chaoyang Zhou soared into the sky. Although there was a sense of weakness in the years, it was still much stronger than the Purgatory Apricot Shoulang.

However, this is not the main reason. The most important thing is that the swordsmen's moves are purely developed to kill ghosts and to take their lives. The competition with people will be restricted, which is probably a little worse. Especially the one in front of them, they are very experienced and have experienced countless battles.

Purgatory Atsushiro was not a strong character. He nodded and said, "That's fine. Now you should be much better than me, come on."

Qingzang looked sideways at the rising sun, looking at the river.

"I heard that he said, you are the strongest among these people. I didn't expect that I would take a look."

"Ga" heard this, Mudaki Kawashima sneered unhappy, but he did not refute it.

As the river flowed forward step by step, the Liusheng people slashed the bloody battlefield, and countless terrible murderous intents stormed out, instantly covering the Qingzang's sunset. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyes twitched, and his body was as cold as falling into an ice cave.

What's going on with this person?

The number of people Yagyu Bingwei killed was beyond the reach of the number. If they were piled together, they could become a mountain of corpses. His murderous intent was very powerful to humans, but his effect on ghosts was not satisfactory. Only the momentum formed by killing ghosts could shock them.

No matter how strong Qingzang Chaoyang is, he feels like Chuanliu is just a trainer who has never seen blood.

After all, this is a peaceful era. Swordsmen who are not fighting ghosts, and there are very few killers.

He stretched out his palm and smiled slightly when he was flowing: "The visitor is a guest. It is a bit unsuitable to speak with his fists as soon as he met, so just shake your hands."

In Qingzang Chaoyang's eyes, he seemed to see a monster covered in blood-soaked sword, grinning full of sharp teeth, and wearing human skin.

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

"Okay, then just shake hands."

This is a ghost, it must be a ghost who has lived for a long time, otherwise how could this murderous intent that seemed to be a sea of ​​blood in corpses!

If this ghost was really as young as his appearance, he would write his name upside down in Qingzang Chaoyang!

Qingzang Chaoyang knew the existence of ghosts and also knew the ghost killing team.

So he is a little panicked now. Now, ghosts are all going all the way with the ghost killing team? Qingzang Chaoyang really wants to remind Purgatory Akisuro and others: "Are an old ghost in you, hey! Are you not ashamed of being a ghost hunter?"

However, in the competition, no matter who the other party is, he will do his best.

When you hold hands together, the first feeling is rough when you flow. Qingzang Chaoyang's hands are black and yellow, covered with wind and frost scars, and the palms are covered with rough calluses. There is a rough feeling of rubbing irregular gravel. Then you feel thick. The hands are big and thick, and it seems difficult to hold them. Subconsciously, you want to let go.

On the other hand, in Qingzang Chaoyang's eyes, at first glance, it seemed like he was holding a woman's hand, without any scratches and acne, it was smooth and delicate, and the skin was white when flowing, and his hands were slender and fair, which really felt like a woman was leaning on her hands.

However, there is no sign of weakness. On the contrary, on this palm, the thin and slender fingers on this palm are like refined steel bars, as if they are cast into steel. They are very hard and difficult to shake.

Bai Xi and Black Yellow held hands together, Qingzang Chaoyang suddenly inhaled, and large streams of air formed Bai Lian 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 they were carved by a knife and axe, and were still twisting and trembling.

drink!

There was a loud shout from his mouth.

Click!

The ground was centered on two people, and spider-web-like cracks quickly climbed three meters around, and were slowly spreading and expanding.

When the river flowed, it felt like a thousand kilograms of force was squeezing his palm, trying to wipe out his blood, crush his bones, and his eyebrows were frowning.

Such a powerful force is really stronger than many ghosts, and even those who fight with the winding force are qualified.

Unfortunately, not only is the ghost body stronger than humans when flowing, but these hands are the hardest and most powerful parts above and below, harder than real steel.

He grinned: "Old man, your bones are really tough." His eyes were fixed on the deep wrinkles on Qingzang Chaoyang's face, and he narrowed his eyes as he flowed: "However, you are so old that you are still less snacks. It would be great to spend your old age at home and enjoy your old age. Just leave this world to our young people."

The force of the morning sun in Qingzang can bend the steel bars. At this moment, it is like a stone sinking into the sea. The hand is not deformed in half when the river flows.

Because of the two of them in the street competition, and the Chiba Town Gymnasiums are full of martial arts, a large number of people watched and expressed their opinions without any concealment.

"That old man is Qingzang Chaoyang, the owner of Suliu Taoist Temple. He has more than a hundred disciples. This young man speaks very loudly."

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

"Not necessarily. Look at Master Qingzang's appearance, it looks like he is facing a great enemy, but the young man is as motionless as a mountain."

"Huh? It seems to be true, true or false?"

"It's nonsense. Master Qingzang must be kind-hearted, leaving him with a face and deliberately making serious statements."

“………”

The two were in a stalemate, and there was a lot of discussion around them, and time slowly passed.

A minute later, Chuanliushi felt that he had given the old man enough face and defeated him in an instant. Then his palm began to really exert force.

As you can see, a hint of blue and black color slowly appeared on your fair hands when you were flowing, and the outline seemed to have become bigger.

Crack... Crack...

Someone's hand bones were squeezed together and he let out an overwhelmed moan.
Chapter completed!