"Black Sand Palm?"
Song Zhigao naturally recognized this widely circulated palm technique.
To be honest, this is a stupid skill that requires a little bit of slow grinding and a lot of external strength. For him who has the guidance of the Guiling Sect, he really looks down upon it.
But Song Zhigao could never have imagined that such an ordinary palm technique would be so powerful in the opponent's hands!
When the arms and palms were handed over, there was only a click and a harsh bone crack. Immediately, Song Zhigao's arms were in severe pain. He screamed and flew backwards, still spewing blood in mid-air.
"You...your strength...monster!"
He fell to the ground, looking at his broken arms, hissing, looking at Fang Yuan as if looking at a monster.
"My current strength is probably close to twice that of ordinary people! This is not only the ability to break through barriers, but also with the help of red jade rice, my foundation is far better than that of ordinary warriors!"
Fang Yuan looked at this scene with a clear understanding in his heart.
When masters compete, the slightest difference may affect the final success or failure. Even though Song Zhigao is also a three-level warrior, his quality is not as high as him. Worse than a rookie, it was inevitable to fall to this point after a fight.
"who are you?"
Song Zhigao fell to the ground, his eyes rolling around with a look of panic on his face: "Don't kill me, I can give you a lot of gold and silver, even martial arts secrets..."
"You talk too much!"
Fang Yuan knew well that he should not talk too much to the villain, so he stepped forward directly and stamped his palm on Song Zhigao Tianling.
boom!
After a loud noise, Song Zhigao's body fell softly.
"ah!"
"Killing!"
The few fights just now were too fast. By the time the servants and slaves reacted, Fang Yuan had easily killed Song Zhigao.
"I am not a murderer!"
With a hat, a scarf, and other coverings, he naturally had no scruples or thoughts of eradicating the roots. He went up and knocked out several slaves and maids with the loudest names with one palm, and prepared to enter the house to harvest.
This is also a habit he brought from that dream world.
After defeating the BOSS, why not take the loot
Only this time, Fang Yuan made some miscalculations.
"You little thief, you dare to be so arrogant after killing someone!"
boom!
With a loud shout, the door frame shattered and shot out like a rain of flowers. The target was Fang Yuan!
And among the many sawdust flying, a figure jumped out quickly and unparalleled. The parallel fingers of his right hand formed a sword, which went straight into the middle palace. Like a white rainbow piercing the sun, it pierced the center of Fang Yuan's eyebrows.
Phew!
This energy tore through the void, making a sizzling sound.
"Master!"
Fang Yuan struck out with his palm and intertwined with his finger sword in mid-air. He immediately stepped back and stared at the young man who had just appeared with a solemn expression.
"The third level of martial arts?"
The other party was wearing a sapphire-colored robe, with a gold belt around his waist, and a piece of flawless jade hanging on his waist. He had star-shaped eyebrows and sword-like eyes, and his expression was quite free and unrestrained. At this time, he looked at Fang Yuan with disdain in his eyes: "You dare to kill me, the purchaser of Gui Ling Sect? You are very brave!"
"Too careless!"
Fang Yuan looked blank and looked at the red mark on his palm.
With his attainments in black sand palm, his power was reaching its limit at this time. It cannot be said that he did not avoid swords, but he was already immune to most of the ordinary fist and palm attacks.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm.
"I didn't expect that Song Zhigao actually has guests here, and he is also a master of the fourth and fifth levels!"
Fang Yuan had already estimated the opponent's strength at this time. He was definitely a warrior who could break through Dumen, and his martial arts were also honed over time. Even though he had amazing physical fitness and could beat his master to death with random punches before, he was still invincible against him. .
"Did not say?"
At this time, the young man walked calmly and slowly approached: "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. Anyway, I will take you down and torture you slowly. I don't know how many of the ten tortures you can endure in Guiling Sect." … Those who dare to kill me will eventually have to pay a price!"
"your people?"
Fang Yuan spoke in a hoarse voice: "Are you Song Yujie?"
"Oh? Do you recognize me?"
The corners of the young warrior's mouth were slightly raised, with a strange arc.
"Huh..."
Fang Yuan did not answer, but slowly exhaled a long breath.
If he met other masters, he would definitely turn around and leave now.
But Song Yujie
To be honest, Song Zhigao is just his dog. In real terms, this person is the source!
"I'm really lucky today!"
Fang Yuan stretched out his palms, and the veins on his originally white jade palm suddenly popped out, and his skin was like fine iron, with a dark color.
"You are already proud to be able to practice Black Sand Palm to such an extent. However, the level of this sect's external skills is too low, so how can you be an opponent of my Gui Ling Sect's magical skills?"
Song Yujie sneered, raised the two fingers of his right hand together, made a sneer sound, and suddenly stabbed with his sword: "Look at my Gui Ling Sword Technique!"
"Sword Qi!"
Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed.
This is a highly condensed internal force, a power that can only be combined with swordsmanship. Song Yujie can do this, he is definitely a genius.
But he couldn't retreat at all at this time, and he didn't expect that he could outperform this master who was in the fourth and fifth levels of martial arts. His face suddenly became fierce, and he pounced on him like crazy: "Black Sand!"
boom!
Zhang Feng was easily defeated by the sword energy, and only a little aftermath fell on Song Yujie.
He lowered his head, looked at the small black mark on the back of his hand, and then looked at Fang Yuan with a blood hole on his chest, but the expression on his face became distorted: "How dare you hurt me?"
"Not only...ahem...hurt you, I also want to kill you!"
Fang Yuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, but still smiled.
The physical fitness is nearly twice that of an ordinary person, and the healing power it brings is also terrifying. At least he knows that his injuries at this time are definitely not as terrifying as they look on the outside.
"Humph, you damn duck has a tough mouth!"
Song Yujie took a step forward, shook his right hand, and a ray of light like a spiritual snake emerged from his waist. It stretched and contracted, and it turned out to be a soft sword wrapped around his fingers!
After being hurt by Fang Yuan Xiaoxiao once, he finally became serious.
"It seems that you didn't try your best just now. This is really lucky for me... Ahem..."
Fang Yuan was extremely happy.
I knew that even though I had the help of spiritual seeds, my time was too short and I was still far away from the real geniuses of the sect.
If Song Yujie had used a soft sword just now, and he had never practiced weapons, he would probably have died immediately.
"Lucky… "
Song Yujie frowned.
No matter what, he couldn't see any hope of a comeback for the mysterious man in front of him.
However, just as he was about to step forward with his sword and cut off the mysterious man's limbs so that he could interrogate him carefully, a feeling that something was wrong suddenly emerged in his heart.
"The right hand... is numb..."
His eyes narrowed and he stared at the black mark on the back of his hand: "You poisoned me?! Despicable!"
"If life and death are at stake, there is nothing despicable or despicable to say!"
Fang Yuan slowly stepped forward and looked at Song Yujie, whose face was gradually turning black. He kept taking out the medicine bottle and pouring it into his mouth. He shook his head: "I advise you not to bother with this. My strange poison has been tested. Even if it is dangerous, Even the masters can’t resist it…”
While speaking, Song Yujie had fallen to the ground, watching in horror as his palms began to rot.
What he was hit by was the poison of the mutated bead-tailed snake!
After the Black Sand Palm reached the third level, it could already add poison attacks, and Fang Yuan was naturally honest and unceremonious. With the support of the King of Hell Tie, he directly tried to extract the strange poison of the mutated pearl-tailed snake into the palm power.
This time, the shot was astonishing and the effect was extraordinary, knocking down the unprepared Song Yujie directly.
"Black Sand Palm...poisoned? Are you Kou Feng's direct disciple?"
Song Yujie screamed in an earth-shattering voice: "Ah... you are dead, Guiling Sect and my father will definitely not let you go!"
"You are still talking tough when you are about to die?"
Fang Yuan stepped forward and stamped his palm on Song Yujie Tianling, who had no power to resist, relieving him from pain.
"The black sand palm quenching poison seems to be a special skill. Can only the founder Kou Feng and his direct disciples know it?"
However, the last news revealed by Song Yujie made Fang Yuan a little surprised.
When he first layered his black sand palm, a corresponding message appeared. Later, the venom was refined naturally, just like instinct.
"This should be the function of the system? To bring every martial arts to its limit and discover hidden abilities?"
There was too little evidence at this time, so Fang Yuan could only speculate.
"But it's really time to go now!"
He looked around.
Because he went on a killing spree and killed two people one after another, the entire Song Mansion was in chaos. Cries could be heard faintly from the back house, and many servants and maids opened the door and fled in all directions.
"This movement is too big, it will attract others soon!"
Fang Yuan immediately gave up his plan to go to the back house to search for trophies. He briefly looked through the bodies of Song Zhigao and Song Yujie and got some fragments as trophies. He quickly climbed over the wall and left without even looking at them.
Before leaving, he even set a fire and watched the entire mansion that Song Zhigao had built with so much effort and savings destroyed in the flames.
This is naturally not to vent anger, but to create chaos and attract everyone's attention at the same time to facilitate escape.
After all, if the government and others fail to save the fire, half of the county may fall when the fire spreads. How is this okay
Black smoke spread and flames shot into the sky.
Amidst the chaos in the county town, Fang Yuan Shi Shiran walked out of the gate and disappeared into the dense forest beside the road.
He grew up in the mountains since he was a child. Any dense forest is as smooth as walking on the ground, and his traces have been completely erased.
"It's so happy! It's so happy!"
After running for a long time, a stream appeared in front of him. Fang Yuan stepped forward, drank from the spring water, took off his coat and bamboo hat, and burned them.
In the blazing flames, a poem from the dream world appeared in his mind for some reason:
"You have five thousand soldiers at night, and the secret leadership symbol is clear. In the narrow alleys where soldiers meet in close quarters, people are killed like grass without hearing a sound."
"This time I killed the thieves with one strike. Although it was not silent, which is a bit regretful, it is really satisfying to get rid of a serious problem in one fell swoop!"