In the cave at the bottom of the lake, the two qi of ice and fire are surging. From the open metal door, sometimes a surging red light pours out, and the heat is overwhelming, and sometimes a cold mist rolls in, freezing the world.
In the shocked eyes of the two old men outside the door, a blurry figure with an inexplicable "power" came out.
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In a village ten miles outside Lhasa, there is an inconspicuous two-story building. In front of the building is a courtyard. There are no trees in the courtyard, but there are a lot of wheat straw piled up against the wall.
A rusty iron gate in the yard was ajar. There was an iron lock on the ground. It was a severely deformed iron lock. There were finger marks on the iron lock. The finger marks were deeply sunk into the large iron lock.
No one would carve fingerprints on the iron lock. The iron lock was obviously torn off by force and that person's finger strength was amazing.
People who practice finger power are not uncommon in the ancient martial arts world. However, there are not many people who can be called high-level people who practice finger power and can crack rocks and open monuments.
The only weapons that can leave fingerprints on iron locks are Shaolin's Vajra Finger and Eagle Claw Kung Fu.
"Squeak..." There was a sound of opening the door. The wooden door on the first floor of the building was opened from the inside. A person strode out from inside. It was a rough man.
Eyes as sharp as an eagle's eye, fibrous roots like steel needles, and thick chest hair in the open clothes on his chest, he looks like a rough man with his teeth and claws.
This man seems to be only about thirty years old, but if you look more clearly, he looks like he is older than forty.
This man stopped in front of the door, looked around, then clapped his hands, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the yard.
On the ground where this man walked, he left a shocking line of shoe prints. What kind of shoe prints can be called shocking? Shoe prints that can be called shocking are certainly different.
That was a line of blood-red shoe prints. There was a faint smell of blood floating in the air. That line of shoe prints was actually...bloody shoe prints.
A gust of wind blew up the snowflakes on the ground, and the rough man was gone. The strong smell of blood came out from the ajar wooden door.
In the room, there were seven or eight corpses lying in various directions. Blood seeped out from under the corpses and gathered into pools of blood on the ground.
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In the most luxurious hotel and the most luxurious room in Lhasa
"Master Chu, Mu has already killed those eight people," the rough man said respectfully to a young man sitting on the sofa in front of him.
Behind the young man stood two middle-aged men, one fat and one thin.
The young man sitting leisurely on the sofa nodded, and then said: "I already know what you are doing, it is very good."
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Chu. It's my honor, Mutu Hong, to serve Chu." The rough man said quickly
At this time, four disdainful glances came from behind the young man. The two middle-aged men, one fat and one thin, were fat and thin. The two cranes showed disdain for Mu Tu Hong.
No one can wear flattery, but Mu Tuhong's flattery skills have reached a level that is difficult for others to achieve. Without making a move, he started to show off his flattery skills.
"Boss He, Brother He, look at Mu Tuhong, he defeated eight masters of the Demon Sect by himself!" The young man's voice was a little cold.
The fat face of Mr. He suddenly twitched, and the sallow face of Mr. He immediately became even more yellow, as if butter was about to drip out.
"My subordinates are not doing their job well, and they really deserve to die." Fatty Erhe quickly walked up to the young man, bowed his head and said in a trembling voice. Boss He couldn't help wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead and face.
"Hmph!" Mu Tuhong couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw the He family brothers looking like this.
The young man who can make Fatty Erhe so afraid is Nangong Chu
"Okay, you all get out! If you find any trace of Xi Wuyan, report it immediately." Nangong Chu seemed a little impatient and waved his hand.
"Yes, I will resign."
Mu Tuhong and the He brothers quickly exited the room where they did not dare to take a breath.
"I don't know what's going on with Old Man Duanmu," Nangong Chu murmured, "The action of using evil ways to control the Demon Sect seems to be going well!"
Nangong Chu's move was very clever. He used evil masters to deal with the remnants of the demon sect and let them bite each other, but he himself was enjoying the benefits of the fishermen.
In the deserted mountains and snow, two old men were fighting desperately. They were killing each other in broad daylight, but no one knew it because there were so few people here.
"Eagle, I think you should follow me to see my master!"
In the midst of the words, a white-haired old man wielded a single sword and slashed at an old man with a black beard and an empty hand. The bright sword light rushed out three feet away, tearing the air and kicking up countless snow on the ground.
The black-haired old man was actually fearless of the unparalleled sword energy. He struck with his fists repeatedly, shattering the sword light, and attacked the white-haired old man.
The black-haired old man's fist seems to be black. If you look more clearly, it turns out that the black-haired old man is wearing a pair of pitch-black gloves on his hands.
This pair of gloves seems to be somewhat similar to Xi Wuyan's black golden divine claws. On the gloves, at the fingertips of the joints, there are claws made of black unknown metal. They are very sharp and wear gloves.
"Tsk!" The sharp claws cut through the void, shattering the sword light, and clawed straight at the white-haired old man's chest and abdomen, as if a sharp sword pierced the air.
The black-bearded old man has this pair of gloves. No wonder he dares to challenge the white-haired old man's sword. He can rely on these gloves to fight with other people's sharp magic weapons.
After all, no matter how hard a person's fingers are, they can't compare with some special metal materials. The sharp swords of ordinary strong men may be dared to be grabbed by the black-bearded old man with bare hands.
But if it were a sword of the level of the top ten magic weapons in the ancient martial arts world, who would dare to grab it with bare hands?
"Duanmu, you've gone too far to deceive me. You actually want me to be someone's slave?" The old man with a black beard, his long hair flying, and a pair of sharp claws shattering the void, was approaching in an instant.
The white-haired old man Duanmu, his eyes gleaming with light
"ha!"
Duanmu shook the single sword in his hand, and immediately, a series of silver sword shadows surged in front of him, sweeping towards the black-bearded old man like a waterfall.
All I could hear was "clang" "clang"... the sound of dense metal collisions.
On the snow, swords are everywhere, claw shadows are flying
"Boom..." Suddenly, the snow exploded violently, the entire area more than ten feet wide exploded, and the snow rose into the sky, several feet high.
There was so much snow in the sky that it was impossible to tell where the two figures were hiding. They were immediately covered by the snow.
The white-haired old man wielding the knife is Old Man Duanmu
"No, this eagle is best at close combat." Old man Duanmu frowned, his sight was blocked by the snow, and it was difficult to see the attack of the black-haired old man! The situation was not good for him.