"Master Lu... please be careful."
The head of the seven kills suddenly stepped forward, swinging a single palm from under his ribs, and pushing straight towards Lu Yu's chest.
This was an ordinary push... but it stopped the rain.
The autumn rain is still falling, still falling from the sky.
What stopped was the rain itself.
Drop by drop, like a round jewel, stopped in mid-air.
The world stagnated, but the palm of the hand came through the clouds.
Bang!
too fast.
It seemed that Lu Yu didn't even react, and was hit hard in the chest by this palm.
Lu Yu resisted and stretched out his hand to block it.
There was a loud noise, and the head of the seven kills was blocked.
And then, before everyone could react, the second and third palms were hit on Lu Yu's body heavily.
Afterwards, the first of the seven kills drifted back and sneered softly.
Lu Yu was taken aback for a while, then... suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Standing still, his clothes banged three times in succession, breaking three gaps, exactly like three palm prints.
The head of the Seven Kills looked at Lu Yu's eyes as if he was looking at a dead person.
At this time, Lu Yu also took three steps backwards, spitting out another mouthful of blood, and his body kept shaking.
But after all, it didn't fall.
The head of the seven kills was stunned.
Looking at Lu Yu with a look of sorrow, he stared straight at him for a long time.
After that, he suddenly sighed and said sadly: "I'm old and old, I really can't do it..."
Turn around and leave.
With his arm raised, a scroll flew in front of Lu Yu.
"This is the previous promise."
As soon as the voice fell, the head of the seven kills and the other six people disappeared.
As if they had never been here.
The four women looked at Lu Yu's palm before, dying.
When Lu Yu died, they too died.
This is the only explanation from the great chief.
So they watched Lu Yu go to death recklessly, and then death immediately fell on them, very tortured.
But then, seeing Lu Yu alive, the other party left instead.
They immediately surrounded him, and the four women were busy checking Lu Yu's whole body, for fear that he would be beaten up.
But it turned out... There was nothing, Lu Yu's body was normal.
"It turns out... God's envoy is so powerful!"
A woman said in surprise.
Another woman hurriedly said: "Divine envoy, that is the envoy of the gods, how can it be weak?"
"But I don't think that seven kills seem to be very powerful..."
"Bah!" The last woman twisted the little woman's ears and said loudly, "What do you know? The palm of the hand just now has accumulated strength for not knowing how many years, and borrowed an unknown amount of heaven and earth to let the sky fall into the sky. The raindrops stopped. Within that palm distance, neither us nor ordinary innate masters can enter! Weak? I think you are weak!"
The short woman had a pain in her ears, she hurriedly begged for mercy, stuck her tongue out, reached out her hand and touched Lu Yu's body, and said naughty: "The god envoy is so powerful..."
Lu Yu remained silent, blinking blankly.
After a long time, he suddenly looked straight, waved his hand and said, "Everyone... step back. No eyes are allowed in the small building today."
He wants to look at the scroll, and he will never let others see it.
However, as everyone left, Lu Yu murmured: "It turned out not to be here to chase and kill, but to send personal affection..."
…
Seven Kills left, not disappearing suddenly, but walking quickly.
Before leaving, the head of the seven kills turned his head and glanced at the dark night sky.
There was a big black shadow there, and it was hard to see under the rain at night.
He respectfully bowed to the dark shadow, and then moved on.
A black-robed old man nearby said in a deep voice, "Leader, today you lied."
The leader of the Seven Kills was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "The old man never tells a lie in his life, not to mention today."
That humanity said: "The leader said that he tried his best to hit three palms, but these three palms... Not to say that they are full, I am afraid that there is no one percent of the strength."
The head of the seven kills suddenly laughed.
After the laughter, the voice gradually stopped, and finally turned into a sigh.
"How long? When I received the task of killing him, I thought it was a simple task, but I immediately discovered that it was actually a failed task. Now, it has become a task that will become a nightmare of seven kills sooner or later. "
The head of the Seven Kills shook his head and continued: "Regardless of the previous success or failure, what is owed, it is owed after all. Even if the strength accumulated over the years of the Seven Kills is consumed, the information must be found out, so as to be able to Resolve previous mistakes and forge a good bond."
"Why are you so diligent about this?"
"Heh! In our opinion, that is a kid with a low level of cultivation. In the eyes of some people, that is the world's treasure, but in all cases... If we can't be friends with him, then we should try our best not to be enemies. If there is no connection, then it is the best."
Another person smiled and said, "It's a pity... after all, there is a connection."
"Yes..." The head of the Seven Kills sighed, "So this time I have to come. Fortunately, there is no danger."
Another person immediately said: "It is also a loss to let the leader break the non-spoken Zen."
The head of the seven kills became unhappy, and said in a deep voice: "Where did it break? The old man said that these three palms must use what he has learned throughout his life to use the three strongest palms... The previous three palms are the strongest three palms of the old man! Old man It took a whole life of hard work to achieve the state of being able to retract and unwind. Isn’t it the strongest?"
When the others heard it, they couldn't help but laugh.
But while laughing, he couldn't help but admire.
One palm shocked the world, but it didn't hurt people... This is very difficult. People who have not reached the innate will not understand how much it will cost to take back their vitality with a full palm.
A group of seven people came and went in a hurry.
Thousands of miles away in just one day.
At the junction of the barbarians and the small remote country, there is a small market, and seven people take a rest in a small street shop.
Several bowls of Yangchun noodles, cut a plate of cooked lamb.
Even a master of the innate level, walking outside is such a treatment.
This small shop was deserted, and besides them, there were only two groups of people.
The one sitting in the far corner should be a woman, dressed in black, with a hat covering her face, and a carriage behind her, but there is no coachman. She is obviously driving herself.
There was only one other person, sitting in the opposite position. It was an old man with a long beard but a bald body. His body was thin. He was drinking a glass of sour wine and shook his head constantly, looking very comfortable.
The clothes on the old man's body are very shabby. It looks like they have not been washed in decades. They are soil and oil, mixed together and rubbed all the year round, and they still have some luster.
Seven Killers looked around, but did not squint, bowed their heads and ate their noodles in peace.
"Tsk, the smell of blood is too strong, a good bowl of wine is wasted you little boys."
But at this moment, the old man frowned and looked at Seven Kills, and said with some disgust.