Chapter 474

"Hai Han? Hai fart!"

The slovenly Taoist priest's language was vulgar and shouted, "the craftsman Tiangong and his son are my people. You beat Xiao Nan like this and want me to forgive you. It's too naive!"

The soul snatching scholar was scolded bloody, bowed his head, and his attitude became tough: "what do you want, master? It's not easy for us to kill the door, do you want to be enemies with us?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Is it great to kill the door?"

The scruffy Taoist looked arrogant, pointed to the nose of the soul grabbing scholar with a bare brush: "you hit my man, don't want to go out of the door of this room without giving an explanation. Now I give you two choices, you either leave the hand of the attacker, or leave your life, you choose!"

Hand or death?

The soul snatching scholar's forehead broke out in cold sweat, full of sweat beads the size of soybeans, and his heart was terribly nervous. He felt so nervous for the first time in so many years as a killer.

The answer to this question is obvious. There are two hands. You can live without them. There is only one life. If you don't, you won't be able to sing.

However, it is difficult for soul snatching scholars to choose. Because for a killer, hand and life are equally important. Without hand, when performing the killer's task, he is likely to be killed, which is equivalent to losing his life.

"Choose quickly, I have no time to dawdle with you!"

The dirty Taoist was impatient and shouted.

"OK. I choose."

The soul snatching scholar gnashed his teeth. He had never been so embarrassed before. He raised his head, and a grim smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "I choose you to die!"

Before the words fell, the soul snatching scholar had already shot. He picked up the black oilpaper umbrella in his hand and pressed the cover on the handle of the umbrella. The air sounded. From the front end, he actually hit a blue ox hair fine needle towards the face door of the dirty Taoist.

It turned out that in the oil paper umbrella of the soul snatching scholar, there was not only a slender narrow sword, but also a sinister poison feeding concealed weapon. It was extremely powerful.

"Stupid."

The pupil of the dirty Taoist reflected the reflection of the fine needle of ox hair, but he didn't panic. The five fingers of his right hand were blooming like lotus flowers, and also like fireworks explosion, dazzling.

Hoo!

When the concealed weapon had arrived in front of him, the dirty Taoist suddenly waved his right hand and slapped it.

This palm was powerful, and the air was harsh and detonated. A strong wind blew the fine needle back, changing the flight path, faster than the original speed, and shot at the soul snatching scholar.

"Broken empty palm!"

The soul snatching scholar was scared and shivered: "it's actually the legendary broken empty palm!"

Martial arts are endless, and the master is not the end. There is a realm above the master, but that is already a legend. Through the ages, there are only a few masters who can surpass the master. This kind of master has an obvious feature, that is, they are no longer confined to general moves. Their fists and feet can bring out strong winds, and even these strong winds can hurt people in the air.

The palm technique includes "breaking empty palm" and the fist technique includes "beating cattle in the air", which are all legendary Kung Fu.

The soul snatching scholar's martial arts are already very high, but there is still an unknown distance from the realm of palm breaking through the air and hurting people with Qi.

He shivered and knew that the scruffy Taoist in front of him was indeed the old thief with excellent martial arts. Knowing that he was not an opponent, he hurriedly rolled over and extremely embarrassed to use his lazy donkey rolling skills to avoid flying needles.

Poof!

The ox hair thin needle that bounced back was inserted into the wall, and even the tail of the needle did not enter it, which almost penetrated the thick wall.

"Still not strong enough."

The dirty Taoist sighed, as if he was not satisfied with his kung fu.

"Damn, his kung fu is unfathomable!"

The soul snatching scholar dodged a move and was frightened. He dared not continue to fight with the old thief. With a bullet, he had broken the glass and went outside, trying to escape over the courtyard wall.

"It's not so easy to want to go!"

The dirty Taoist followed his shadow and slapped him. Before the person arrived, the air wave had arrived. There were several huge Wutong trees in the middle of the courtyard. Driven by his palm wind, all the leaves were clattering.

The palm wind moves, and the wind rises suddenly.

The martial arts of the scruffy Taoist are amazing.

The action of the soul snatching scholar was very fast. He had jumped up and wanted to turn over from the wall, but his body was forcibly pressed down by the palm wind.

At the same time, the scruffy Taoist priest had reached behind the soul snatching scholar, grabbed his arm, pulled it with force, and hissed, but it turned out to be tearing off one of the soul snatching scholar's arms.

Suddenly, the blood was like a fountain, scattered in the courtyard, as if it were a bloody ink painting!

"I told you to leave one hand. Since you don't want to, then leave your life!"

The dirty Taoist was also a fierce person. His eyes flashed cold, his index finger and middle finger closed together into a sword, and he nodded at the throat of the soul snatching scholar!

The soul snatching scholar could not hide. His eyes showed a decisive color, and he suddenly bit a pill hidden in his teeth.

Click, click!

The soul snatching scholar's body instantly doubled, his muscles twisted, his feet sank, a thousand pounds fell to the ground, and several bricks on the ground immediately cracked.

The soul grabbing scholar punches with one arm and intercepts. People are like apes with long arms. Sweep with cross arms!

This move is powerful and fierce, just like ancient apes, which can tear tigers and wolves with their bare hands.

"Gee?"

The scruffy Taoist looked stunned. His fist suddenly changed, his hands turned over, and the waves rolled, never breaking.

Wave turning power in Taijiquan!

The body size of the soul snatching scholar soared, and his strength was infinite, but his strength was no matter how strong it was. All of them were dissolved by the sloppy Taoist priest, and he even couldn't stand steadily and stepped back quickly.

"What kind of forbidden drugs are you taking, jf01?"

The dirty Taoist asked, stepping out again, his hand like a big seal, overturning the sky and pressing down, like the king of tota subduing demons!

"It has nothing to do with you!"

The soul snatching scholar didn't expect that he was not the opponent of the scruffy Taoist after taking the forbidden drugs. He could only hold an oil paper umbrella in one hand, hold it high, and support it with one hand!

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Bang!

The dirty Taoist slapped his hand on the oil paper umbrella. Unexpectedly, it was a palm that burst the umbrella. There was gray smoke in it. Don't smell it. It looked like toxic smoke.

"No, it's seven poison wolf smoke!"

The scruffy Taoist knew something bad. He was an expert and courageous. Naturally, he was not afraid of this poisonous smoke, but the seven poisons spread quickly, but the craftsman Tiangong and his son could not avoid it.

There was no way. The scruffy Taoist had to retreat, grasp the craftsman Tiangong and his son with both hands, and take them to a safe place.

The seven poisons wolf smoke was very toxic, spread quickly, and dissipated quickly. Three minutes later, the poison smoke dispersed, and the figure of the soul snatching scholar had long disappeared without a trace, and the broken arm on the ground also disappeared.

"Boss, he escaped... Shall we chase..."

Craftsman Tiangong asked cautiously.

"No. don't chase the poor enemy. This son is extremely cunning. If we catch up, if we are not careful, there will be damage."

The dirty Taoist shook his head and said.

"Then... Is it cheaper for him?"

Craftsman Tian Gong bit his teeth and showed hatred in his eyes.

"Cheap him? Do you think I simply tore his arm off? The meridians on his broken arm were shattered by me, and no matter which hospital he went to, it was impossible to connect it. The soul snatching scholar became a one armed scholar, and later it was useless. Unless..."

The dirty Taoist didn't go on.

Unless the soul snatching scholar can find the man, who is called the sage of medicine, his broken arm may still have a chance of life.