The person who came with the sword was none other than Wu Shuang. He had heard the noise like drums mixed with the thunder before, and he already knew that someone was taking action, but it was difficult to guess who was attacking here. The Taoist Temple and his party were too much.

It took time, but Wu Shuang did suffer from the poisonous cicada, and it took him a long time to adjust his breath to suppress the injury.

"Don't think about returning the poisonous cicada." Wu Shuang took back his natal sword and smiled softly. Just now he stepped on the sword and stood down from a high position. He could see all the scenery on the street. The charlatan died on the street to avenge his master or his father.

Ordinary people in the world are not much different from the immortals on the mountain. No matter how hard they gather their energy and have a clear mind, they can die generously if they deserve it. After ten years of separation, the world is still the same.

It is easy for me to get trapped by all kinds of trivial thoughts, which is really not good.

Yang Fu has seen a lot of unreasonable people, but this is the first time he has seen a great immortal who is too lazy to talk nonsense.

So the alchemist collapsed on the ground, the patella bones at his knees had been cut off with a sword, and he didn't even have time to release the poisonous insects from the cloth bag.

"Wait here." Zhang Qing was patted on the shoulder by the unreasonable fat man. He took two steps back and fell into the Taishi chair, holding the armrests with trembling hands.

As early as when Wu Shuang came down with his sword, Yu Zifu, who was standing in the street, had already sensed it. When he looked back, he saw someone stepping on the sword from outside the sky, and the light of the clouds came one after another, shining like a fairy.

Yan Siguan, who had used all his fists, was struck into the center of the street by a palm, which was more than an inch deep.

"That elixir is my support. When traveling in the world, there is no reason to let go of the enemy. If I let the tiger return to the mountain, even if I pass away in the future, my disciples and grandchildren will still be hunted down and killed. Then will this young man who uses a gun be able to

Do you want to keep it? Naturally, you have to eliminate the root cause while I am still old and faint, so that I can clean up the mess for my descendants."

Yu Zifu was talking to himself, as if he wanted to tell heaven and earth.

"When I was young, I was eager to fight bravely, and I fought with the people in my village. In ten years, I fought all over a radius of 500 miles without losing a single victory. However, the laws of nature show that no one in the world can achieve constant victory without defeat, and so do I.

This is so. In the third year after I got married and had children, I got into trouble with a member of the Xian family. I was young and energetic and made a life-and-death document with them, but I failed completely. I had my limbs and spine broken and thrown into the wilderness."

The old man smiled and said, "I was rescued by a Buddha who lived in the world. He healed my broken limbs and bones in just half a year. He also taught me the method of moving Qi and a set of boxing rules, and then I flourished."

Go. I stumbled back to Zhuangzi, only to learn that my wife could not bear the defilement and committed suicide in a well. The youngest son in the family was thrown to death on a rock. My friends risked their lives to search for her, but they could not find the body for several months."

"Since then, I have never been defeated again. Even if I use the following methods, act as a hawk and a dog for others, and combine all the boxing techniques in the world, I can't afford to be defeated."

"For the next few decades, I never renewed my relationship, and traveled all over the world alone. I took in two disciples and sent them to a peaceful place through my hands, so that they could practice boxing and kick and be kind to others. It is impossible to learn from the past."

"But why should I lose to you two juniors? Just because I killed a gun master back then, I should lose to you. It's ridiculous. There is no good or evil in the world."

"I won, so the window paper is only a hair away." Yu Zifu smiled, raised his finger and pointed at Wu Shuang who was running in the air and said with a smile: "I don't like the swordsman when I see him, so the fat guy comes here quickly.

Don't make me wait for death."

Wu Shuang raised his sword and pointed it at the old man, and [ ] thought of a few things for no reason.

It's a pity that the young man is not here, otherwise why would he be asked to meet Luanying today?

The black armor nearby was broken by the sword energy, and the fractures were smooth.

The streets and alleys were covered with fist marks as if they were trampled by thousands of horses.

Yu Zifu and Wu Shuang's fists and swords clashed.

"Good sword." "Good punch."

After withdrawing his fist, the old man asked eloquently, "I heard that you have two swords and have been famous in the world for more than ten years with the help of these two natal swords. May I ask which one of them is this?"

Wu Shuang sheathed his sword not far away. When Yu Zifu asked about the name of the sword, he shook his head and replied: "Qingshuang."

"It's a pity that Wu Gou is not here." The old man looked regretful and started to walk away but suddenly stopped.

The old man's meridians spurted out a burst of brilliant rays of light, and the sword energy chewed up his entire body's meridians. It then broke through hundreds of acupoints and finally penetrated into the bone marrow, like a thousand cuts.

The bright light of the sky shone on the remaining bones of the old man, who knelt but did not fall.

A well-known policeman ran in the distance and rushed towards Ma Si's corpse, howling like a wolf. His gun skills were unique, and Ma Si, who was unparalleled among the people Zifu had seen, had already been soaked in the water and was cold at this moment.

Wu Shuang was also exhausted, so he picked up Yansiguan from the ground, which had more air coming out and less air coming in. Seeing this miserable situation, Wu Shuang quickly fed him a snake orchid and used his inner energy to protect the Heart Meridian Lingtai.

Injuries to the body are common for those who are successful in cultivating the Taoism. If you take good care of them, it will be easy as long as the root cause of the disease is not found. But if the heart pulse is shaken and the spiritual platform is shattered, even the doctor’s ancestors will not be able to help. Just wait for death in peace. After all, there are many Taoism cultivators in the world.

, the skills and abilities are different, but I have never seen a headless man walking with a sword.

"Cry your ass, in this river and lake, the dead people can fill the Caixian Beach into a mountain every day, and there is still plenty of money. In a hundred years of life, it is not his choice how to walk the long road. Since he has no regrets about going out,

Gun, why should we be friends and cry?" There were bursts of crying in his ears, and Wu Shuang was very upset. A thirty-year-old man knelt on his knees and howled in such a dignified manner. He was extremely hopeless.

"If you want to enter the cultivation sect, you can try your luck. If you become a great master in the art of spear one day, this young man will be able to rest in peace." Wu Shuang, whose robe was in pieces, suddenly thought of something and said this for no reason.

Unexpectedly, the detective still refused to get up, so Wu Shuang had no choice but to sigh, put a volume of documents next to the former, and left slowly.

The rivers and lakes are like this everywhere. After seeing too much, of course he gradually adapted to it. In his early years, he was on his way to rest in Nanli. He happened to see a majestic city in Nanli. He didn't know what kind of people he provoked, and everyone in the city was slaughtered.

The birds raised in a rich man's home were also thrown to death next to the body of the owner. It was true that no chickens or dogs were left behind. What's even worse is that after the massacre of the city, the forces lit a fire. Wu, who had not yet cultivated much,

Shuang didn't say anything, and hid cautiously a few miles outside the city, observing it silently.

It was autumn, and the autumn grains in the granaries were dry. The fire took advantage of the wind and burned the whole city. Some people who went out to do business outside the city happened to escape, but when they returned home, they only smelled the smell of coke all over the city.

Many years have passed since the incident, but Wu Shuang can still think of that young man, whose crying and howling shook the whole country, and who finally jumped into the fire.

It is really difficult to enumerate all the sorrowful things in the world. But fortunately, those who can still grieve are still alive in the world. In this case, why can't we live well?

Even when Wu Shuang killed all the black armors, the policemen blocking the road were already so frightened that they could not get up. Although people in the yamen had seen a lot of blood, they were chopping melons and vegetables like the god in front of them.

This is the first time that a person's armor has been cut off flatly. What's more, this man killed the old man, and except for his disheveled clothes, there were no injuries on his body.

The Killing Star Master raised his finger and flicked it, causing everyone to panic. Then he touched the parts on his body and found that there was nothing missing. He couldn't help but put his heart down a little.
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