The golden sunshine shines on the open space in front of the Fengchan Tower. There are more and more wealthy guests from all over the country. Among them are many strange people and strange things. Another man comes with his long sleeves fluttering. He has a sparse head and an unattractive appearance. He is carrying a bag behind his back.
An ancient sword, but it is another figure among the Five Ancestors, the Divine Sword Taoist Aoki.
In recent years, old ginseng, which has been silent for a long time, has appeared one after another, exciting many people in the martial arts world.
After coming to the venue, he saw that Yan Chi and others were already sitting on the Fengchan platform. Taoist Shenmu laughed loudly, "The four old guys came quite early. It seems that the poor Taoist arrived late." After that, he jumped up as if
A big blue bird flew nearly a hundred meters in a few ups and downs, and sat directly on the chair next to Yan Chi.
Abbot Sangshi hurriedly came over to greet Taoist Shenmu. To him, the Fifth Patriarch was like a god, and being able to attend the martial arts conference was already a great honor.
Another old man wearing a black cloak came over from the other side of the mountain road. Even his head was stuffed into the hat of the cloak. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, and his face had almost no flesh, like a skeleton.
Seeing this old man, those old and experienced wealthy people quickly kept silent and did not dare to speak anymore. It turned out that the man was the most mysterious, weird and ruthless one among the Five Ancestors, Ghost Hand Qiao Hong.
Qiao Hongyu Qiuyu's roommate has the same name, but he has dominated the world for more than thirty years, made countless enemies, killed many people, and his hands were stained with the blood of countless people!
Seeing the appearance of Ghost Hand Qiao Hong, more than a dozen men and women suddenly emerged from the crowd. They were holding various weapons, and their eyes flashed with hatred and murderous intent.
The middle-aged woman for him angrily said: "Qiao Hong, you executioner finally showed up. Eight years ago you killed my father, Fire Eye Judge Wang Tongliao. Now we, the Wang family, have come to take revenge and want you to die in front of the heroes of the world."
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Wherever there are rivers and lakes, there are grievances. Suddenly, someone came out to seek revenge on Guishou, which inevitably caused everyone to speculate and whisper about the origins of this group of people.
"Judge Fire Eyes was also a well-known figure. He died suddenly eight years ago. I didn't expect that the case was done by ghost hands."
"So, they are members of the Wang family in Zhongzhou."
"Alas, they are too brave to seek revenge on Ghost Hands..."
Qiao Hong, the ghost hand, stopped and rolled his eyes like dead fish. He glanced at the men and women and made the unpleasant sound of fighting and fighting. "I have killed too many people. I can't remember such small things."
Character, don’t waste time, come here quickly, I’ll take you to see him.”
Seeing that a bloody fight was about to take place, Abbot Sangshi quickly jumped down from the Zen platform and exhorted: "You guys have something to say. Today is the day of the martial arts conference. If you have any grudges between you, let's deal with them later...
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Ghost Hand Qiao Hong did not accept this trick at all. He turned around and said coldly: "Get out of here, or I will kill you as well."
Abbot Sangshi's white face turned red, no bigger than a monkey's butt, which made him extremely embarrassed and felt that he could not get off the stage. However, he endured the bad breath and stepped aside obediently. As the saying goes, it is better to offend a gentleman.
Don't offend the villain! That guy Guishou is an out-and-out villain, cruel and ruthless, so it's better to stay away and hide.
The enemy who killed her father was right in front of her, which made the middle-aged woman very emotional. She waved the Yanling knife in her hand and shouted angrily: "Brothers and sisters, we have been practicing martial arts for many years just to avenge the old man. Let's all rush together."
,Kill that beast..."
The middle-aged woman rushed over at the lead, very fast, seemingly in two seconds, followed by more than ten men and women, who stepped forward without hesitation.
A cold light flashed, and the wild goose feather knife in the middle-aged woman's hand slashed diagonally at Ghost Hand Qiao Hong's shoulder with a sharp blade.
Everyone stared intently at the past, thinking to themselves that they had long heard of Ghost Hand Qiao Hong's name, but had never seen him take action. Now was an opportunity.
Qiu Yu shook his head slightly, that woman's martial arts were stronger than ordinary warriors, but she was not a master. With such skills, it would be very risky to seek revenge from the ghost hands of one of the Five Ancestors!
Sure enough, just as the Yan Ling Saber was slashing down, Qiao Hong suddenly took action. In the lightning flash, the middle-aged woman let out a scream. Her right wrist was broken, and the Yan Ling Saber fell to the ground. Then, an even more bloody scene unfolded.
Appearing, Qiao Hong's dark right hand grasped the middle-aged woman's chest, penetrated the other woman's flesh and entered directly into the chest. When his arm was about to be retracted, he held the bloody heart in his hand, which was still beating slightly.
, everyone watching screamed, shocking.
The moment the middle-aged woman was about to die, her eyes widened and she looked at her heart with a look of death, and then she fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, relatives were killed, making the eyes of more than a dozen men and women burst into tears. The young man who was closest to him yelled hoarsely: "Sister..." But he felt a red light flash in front of his eyes, and the heart flew over like lightning.
He actually blocked his mouth.
A black shadow rushed over, and with a "peng" sound, Qiao Hong hit the young man's head with his fist. Suddenly, the young man's skull burst and died, and he fell down.
Everyone was horrified to see it. The name of Ghost Hand was indeed well-deserved. He was really a weapon for killing people. Those two hands as hard as iron were as sharp as swords.
More bloody killings are yet to come. The descendants of the Wang family are eager for revenge. Even though they have witnessed the death of their relatives, they still rush forward as if they are desperate. Qiao Hong's figure is seen flashing as fast as the wind, his hands flying up and down,
Murderous aura filled the air wherever he went, and in an instant, more than ten men and women fell in a pool of blood, and no one survived.
Qiao Hong's hands were stained with blood, he wiped them casually on his black cloak, and walked towards the Fengchan platform.
Everyone was frightened and thought to themselves: "Is this a human or a devil? It's so cruel!"
After arriving at the Fengchan platform, seeing that there was still a seat, Qiao Hong stepped forward and sat on the chair, with a look of indifference on his face.
Yan Chi shook his head and said: "You have killed too many people, and you will be punished sooner or later."
Qiao Hong snorted coldly: "You don't need to worry about it..."
The staff in the audience were busy carrying away the body. Abbot Sangshi wiped the sweat from his face with the sleeves of his wide robe, walked to the middle of the stage with a microphone in his hand, and loudly said: "The Fifth Patriarch, the highest representative of Chinese martial arts, has arrived. Let's follow this session.
The martial arts conference officially begins, let’s fire a salute!”
"Dong dong dong..."
The salutes came one after another, the kind commonly used by wedding companies, which was quite lively.
After the sound of firecrackers, the noise gradually stopped, and Abbot Sangshi began to tell the long history of the martial arts conference, and explained the seriousness of the conference, as well as the added newcomer list and the rules for entering the list.
Immediately afterwards, Abbot Sangshi read out the names of the people on the sky list and the weighbridge, similar to the roll call in a school class. Everyone whose name was called agreed, "Here we are."