I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 72 Headless Corpse
"If it was the day before yesterday, I would say that you can win without killing. If it was yesterday, I would say that the two are even. As for today..."

Zhengyangzi glanced at the center of the martial arts arena, there were two guys punching to the flesh, beating like thunder.

Infinite Heavenly Venerate!

This is simply two heavenly warriors fighting each other. The pretty Taoist priest recites every day with spirituality. He is a serious Taoist priest, and he can't see the scene of these pure power exploding.

"...Pin Dao is really unclear."

In fact, Zhengyangzi is somewhat inclined to Wu Mourning.

Because Wu Mourning's qi and blood are obviously thicker, this is really a humorous joke!I don't know what kind of inheritance he is, but he can actually surpass Bu Zhan, who is known for his horizontal strength in terms of energy and blood. If the eminent monks of Moke Temple knew this scene, their Zen mind would be broken!

Mei Jiexing was interrupted several times by the bang like a thunderbolt.

Shaking his fan, he couldn't help shaking his head.

This kind of fast-paced confrontation with pure energy and blood strength is actually a competition of will later on. What surprised them was that Wu Mour's will can keep up with the hard-working Buzhan since childhood.

If you don't kill the monk, who will you be?
That's a sect disciple who can fight Zuo Kuang, even if he loses, he still pays back the move.

Mei Jiexing felt more and more that his investment on the spur of the moment was a rare stroke of genius in his decades of life.The more I look at Wu Mourning, the more satisfied I am. Mrs. Mei has some troubles about happiness, how to open her mouth and introduce her daughter's dignity to Xinzhuo, she must be able to prosper.

Bang! ! ! ! !
The compressed air presents a violent gust of wind and blows out the most violent sound!
Wu Mourn's legs had sunk deeply into the soil, he was finally forced to take a step back in this confrontation, and his whole body was exuding astonishing enthusiasm.There was a faint pain in his arms and chest. The moment he relaxed, the pain doubled immediately.

"I lost."

"No, the loser is the little monk. In order to break your strength, the little monk used the handprint of the real Buddha in the end." Bu Zhan recited Amitabha, and he was extremely surprised by Wu Mourning's strength.

This kind of surprise even surpassed the desire to win.

Let Monk Buzhan use his martial arts, trying to dismantle the power of the Thirteen Swords.In his understanding, Wu Mourning's qi and blood strength seem simple, but in fact they are extremely delicate, it can be said that they match each other just right, and there is a vague sense of unsatisfactory meaning.

There must be something hidden.

It's boring to hide this passion from the other side!

Bu Zhan and Wu Mourn found a piece of land to rest on their own, while Zheng Yangzi fell into a debt dispute because of the victory or defeat. Everyone was discussing fiercely who won.

Some people said that Wu Mourning had won, and Monk Buzhu himself conceded.

Some people also said that Monk Buzhan won, and it was Wu Mourning who retreated.

Zhengyangzi's head suddenly became bigger than the two.

Monk Buzhan listened to the noisy words, and felt a little depressed in his heart. This monk felt that Wu Mourning was too boring to hide, so he confronted his teeth vigorously!war!war!war!Fight a great battle!
This is somewhat unfair to Wu Mourning.

Did Wu Mourn hide it?Hidden for a little bit.

The amount of energy and blood is ten times that of ordinary warriors, and his strength is even more exaggerated. In this kind of confrontation that tests his will, he actually maintained the same energy and blood strength as Monk Buzhan.This amount is about [-]% of his, so it can be seen that the energy and blood strength of Bu Zhan is also full and majestic.

In fact, what Bu Zhan discovered was the lack of Wu Mourning skills.

The Thirteen Swords in the Battle is a secondary weapon skill.

It should be that there is a well-matched main weapon skill, the seamless eight cuts, which completely fills in some gaps in the energy and blood strength, and that is the complete form of this true skill.

It can only be said that the process of not cutting the monk was not very correct, but the result was correct.

This evening's entertainment ends here.

Tomorrow is to explore the cave. After arranging a round of vigil, everyone went into the tent to rest early under the moonlight, only the crackling sound of the bonfire bursting from time to time.

Camping deep in the dark mountains, the howling of unknown beasts could be heard in the distance with the night wind.

A cloudless night.

The hunter in charge of the night watch fiddled with the bonfire, thinking that tomorrow would be a sunny day, and the expedition with the rich schoolteacher was almost over, and he could get his reward.

Suddenly, the hunter felt a little itchy on his neck.

He scratched vigorously.

Thinking in his heart, with this treasure money, the little men in the family will finally be able to eat meat for a long time. Only when they are full can they grow up and practice martial arts in the future.

'Hiss, why is it so itchy? '

The hunter scratched for a while, only to feel that the neck was getting more and more swollen, and couldn't help picking it hard, feeling that it didn't feel right, so he took it off and took a look in front of the campfire, and he couldn't help being stunned.

The other hunter who was watching the night was his neighbor. Seeing that he raised his hand with a dull expression, he reminded him.

"Don't be in a daze, keep vigil."

"Yes, keep vigil, keep vigil."

The hunter's face under the moonlight suddenly became a little evil. He answered repeatedly, but he stood up and walked towards the lake with his neck crooked.

The neighbors didn't notice his strange evil nature.

It was a while before the neighbors noticed that the hunter was gone.

It didn't take that long to pee.

He stood up subconsciously, thinking in his heart that he was also heading towards the lake, looking for the hunter by the moonlight.Not long after, he saw the hunter sleeping on the edge of the lake from a distance, and he cursed secretly in his heart, this guy is actually hiding at this time, and he is not afraid of being snatched away by wolves in the forest when he comes here to lie down.

The furious neighbor stepped forward and kicked the hunter.

Wu Mourning was sleeping soundly in the camp.

Suddenly opened his eyes, he smelled again, that kind of faint incense ghost!
"what!!!!!"

Terrible screams came from outside the camp.

next moment!
Two figures boiling with qi and blood, like a big oven, rushed out of the camp at the same time, and rushed towards the screaming place in no particular order, with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain!

The entire camp was awakened by the sudden scream, and the quiet camp suddenly became noisy.

When Mrs. Mei rushed over.

One of Wu Mourning and Monk Bu Zhan was catching the terrified hunter neighbor, while the other was seriously squatting down to study the dead body on the ground.

"How about it?"

Mei Jiexing asked what was going on, not what was going on. Obviously, they had already discussed it and expected such a thing to happen, so they had always kept a keen sense of the situation outside the camp.

"Amitabha, this Tanyue's head is missing."

The Buddhist monk put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.

The corpse on the ground was a headless corpse, and what was even more strange was that there was no trace of blood spilling from the broken neck of this corpse, as if it had been dead for several days, showing a gray color, and there was a lingering The disgusting stench of man is wafting.

"It doesn't look like it just died."

Wu Mourn, who had seen fresh corpses in this regard, made a supplement.

But his line of sight pierced like a sharp knife towards the lake glowing with broken pieces of jade under the moonlight.There is also a faint scent of incense.

(End of this chapter)