Chapter 22 Killing

"Black Sand Palm?"

Song Zhigao naturally recognized this widely spread palm technique.

To be honest, this is a stupid kung fu that needs to be sharpened a little bit slowly, and it needs to be honed. For him who has the teachings of Guiling religion, he really doesn't like it.

But Song Zhigao could never have imagined that such an ordinary palm technique would have such great power in the opponent's hands!

Arms and palms were handed over, and there was only a click, and there was a piercing bone crack. Immediately, Song Zhigao's arms were in severe pain, and he screamed.

"You...your strength...monster!"

He fell to the ground, looked at the broken arms, hissed, and looked at Fang Yuan as if looking at some monster.

'My current strength is probably twice that of an ordinary person! This is not only a breakthrough, but also with the help of red corn and rice, which makes my foundation far better than ordinary warriors! '

Fang Yuan watched this scene, but he had a clear understanding in his heart.

In the battle between masters, the slightest difference may affect the final success or failure. Even though Song Zhigao is also a three-pass warrior, but his own quality is not as high as his, and he has been out of battle for a long time. It's not as good as a rookie, and it's inevitable to fall to this point after a fight.

"who are you?"

Song Zhigao fell to the ground, his eyes rolled wildly, and his face was full of panic: "Don't kill me, I can give you a lot of gold, silver, treasures, and even martial arts cheats..."

"You talk too much!"

Fang Yuan knew very well that he shouldn't talk too much with the villain, so he stepped forward and stamped Song Zhigao Tianling with his palm.

boom!

After a loud noise, Song Zhigao's body fell limply.

"ah!"

"Killer!"

The fights just now were too fast, and by the time the servants realized, Fang Yuan had already easily reaped Song Zhigao's life.

"I am not a murderer!"

Covered by bamboo hats and face scarves, he naturally would not have any scruples and thoughts of cutting grass and roots. He went up and slapped each of them, knocking out the loudest servants and maidservants, and prepared to enter the house to harvest.

This is also the habit he brought from that dream world.

After beating the boss, is there any reason not to take the loot?

Only this time, Fang Yuan miscalculated.

"Little thief, how dare you be so rampant after killing someone!"

boom!

Accompanied by a loud shout, the door frame shattered, flying like a rain of flowers, and the target was Fang Yuan!

And amidst the flying sawdust, a figure leaped out swiftly, with his right hand pointing parallel to a sword, straight into the central palace, piercing Fang Yuan's eyebrows like a white rainbow penetrating the sun.

Whoosh!

This vigor tore through the void, making a whistling sound.

"Master!"

Fang Yuan struck out with a palm, intersecting with the finger sword in mid-air, the whole person stepped back immediately, staring at the young man who had just appeared solemnly.

"The third level of martial arts?"

The other party was wearing a sapphire-colored robe, a gold belt around his waist, and a piece of flawless jade hanging from it. He had star eyebrows and sharp eyes, and his expression was quite chic. He looked at Fang Yuan with disdain at this moment: "If you dare to kill me, go to the Spirit Sect to buy it. You are brave!"

"Careless!"

Fang Yuan's expression was dull, he looked at the red mark on the palm of his hand.

With his black sand palm attainments, at this time, his skill has reached its limit, so it cannot be said that he cannot avoid swords and swords, but he is already immune to most of the attacks with ordinary fists and palms.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm.

"I didn't expect Song Zhigao to have guests here, and he is still a little master of four or five levels!"

Fang Yuan had already estimated the opponent's strength at this time, he was definitely a warrior who broke through Dumen, and his martial arts were also honed. Even though his physical fitness was amazing, and he was able to beat the old master to death with random punches before, he still lost to him. .

"Did not say?"

At this time, the young man walked calmly and approached slowly: "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, anyway, I will take you down and torture you slowly. I don't know how long you can survive under the top ten torture methods of the Lingzong." ... Those who dare to kill me will have to pay a small price after all!"

"your people?"

Fang Yuan said hoarsely, "Are you Song Yujie?"

"Oh? You recognize me?"

The corners of the young warrior's mouth curled up slightly, with a strange arc.

"call……"

Fang Yuan didn't answer, but let out a long breath slowly.

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 reality, this talent is the source!

"Today's luck is really good!"

Fang Yuan's palms stretched out flat, veins popped out of the palms that were originally white jade, and his skin was like fine iron, with a jet black color.

"You are already proud of being able to practice the Black Sand Palm to such an extent, but the level of this foreign skill is too low, so how can it be the opponent of my Guiling Sect's magical skill?"

Song Yujie sneered, raised his two fingers together with his right hand, made a sound of sneering, and suddenly stabbed with a sword: "Look at my Guiling sword technique!"

"Sword Qi!"

Fang Yuan's eyes froze.

This is the highly concentrated internal force, which can only be obtained when combined with swordsmanship. Song Yujie can do this, he is definitely a genius in heaven.

But at this moment, he couldn't retreat at all, and he didn't expect that he could outrun this master of four or five levels of martial arts, his face turned hard immediately, and he rushed forward like crazy: "Black Sand Mangmang!"

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 a small black mark on the back of his hand, and then at Fang Yuan who had a blood hole on his chest, but the expression on his face became distorted: "How dare you hurt me?"

"Not only...ahem...hurt you, but I also want to kill you!"

Fang Yuan coughed out a mouthful of blood foam, but still smiled.

The healing power brought about by nearly double the physical fitness of ordinary people is also terrifying. At least he knows that his injury at this time is definitely not as terrible as it looks on the outside.

"Hmph, the dead duck has a hard mouth!"

Song Yujie took a step forward, and with a shake of his right hand, a snake-like ray of light emerged from his waist, stretching and shrinking indefinitely, it was a soft sword wrapped around fingers!

After being hurt by Fang Yuan once, he finally became serious.

"It seems that you didn't try your best just now, this is really my luck...cough cough..."

Fang Yuan is fortunate to be very authentic.

I know that even though I have the help of the spiritual seed, the time is too short, and there is still a little distance between me and those real sect geniuses.

If Song Yujie had used the soft sword just now, and he had never practiced weapons, he would have died immediately without a place to bury him.

"Lucky……"

Song Yujie frowned.

In any case, he couldn't see any hope of making a comeback for the mysterious man in front of him.

However, just when he was about to raise his sword and cut off the mysterious man's limbs for detailed questioning, a feeling that something was wrong suddenly surfaced in his heart.

"The right hand... is numb..."

He fixed his eyes and stared at the black mark on the back of his hand: "Are you poisoned?! Despicable!"

"Life and death are the same, how can there be any despicable or not despicable words!"

Fang Yuan stepped forward slowly, seeing Song Yujie whose face was gradually turning black, he took out the medicine bottle and poured it into his mouth, and shook his head: "I advise you not to do so much, my strange poison has been tested, even if the three-danger pass Even masters can't resist..."

While speaking, Song Yujie had already fallen to the ground, watching his palms start to rot in horror.

What he caught was the poison of the mutated pearl-tailed snake!

After the Black Sand Palm reaches the third level, it can already add poison to attack, and Fang Yuan is naturally honest, relying on the backing of Yan Wangtie, he directly tries to extract the strange poison of the mutant pearl-tailed snake into his palm.

This time, the shot was astonishing and the effect was extraordinary. It directly knocked down the unsuspecting Song Yujie.

"Black Sand Palm... Poisoned? Are you Kou Feng's direct disciple?"

Song Yujie screamed, his voice was earth-shattering: "Ah...you are dead, Gui Lingzong and my father will definitely not let you go!"

"Death is imminent, are you still stubborn?"

Fang Yuan stepped forward and pressed a palm on Song Yujie Tianling who had no strength to resist, relieving him of the pain.

"The Black Sand Palm seems to be a special technique for poison poisoning, only the founder Kou Feng and his disciples can do it?"

However, Song Yujie's final news made Fang Yuan a little surprised.

At the first layer of his black sand palm, there was a corresponding message prompt, and the tempering of the venom later came naturally, just like instinct.

"Is this supposed to be the function of the system? To make every martial art go to the limit and discover hidden abilities?"

At this time, there is too little evidence, so Fang Yuan can only guess like this.

"However, we should really go now!"

He looked around.

Because of his killing spree, killing two people one after another, the entire Song Mansion was in chaos, cries and cries could be faintly heard from the back house, and many servants and maidservants opened the gate and fled in all directions.

"This movement is too loud, and it will soon attract other people!"

Fang Yuan immediately gave up the plan to go to the back house to search for loot, and turned over the corpses of Song Zhigao and Song Yujie a little bit, took some bits and pieces as loot, and quickly jumped over the wall and left without looking at them.

Before leaving, he even set a big fire, and watched the entire mansion that Song Zhigao built with all his painstaking efforts and savings was destroyed in the flames.

Naturally, this is not to vent anger, but to create chaos while attracting everyone's attention so that they can escape easily.

After all, in the face of this fire, if the government and other people don't save them, half the county may fall when the fire spreads. How can this be possible?

Black smoke spread and flames shot into the sky.

In the chaos of the county town, Fang Yuan walked out of the gate and disappeared into the dense forest beside the road.

He grew up in the deep mountains since he was a child, and any dense forest is like walking on flat ground, and he has completely erased his traces.

"Happy! Really happy!"

After running for a long time, a small stream appeared in front of him. Fang Yuan stepped forward, drank the spring water, took off his coat and bamboo hat, and set them on fire.

Amidst the raging flames, a poem from the dream world came to his mind somehow:

"There are five thousand soldiers in the title, and the secret leader's symbol is clear. Where the soldiers meet in the narrow alleys, the murder is like grass without being heard."

"This one-shot extermination of thieves, although it is not silent, it is a bit regrettable, but it is really happy to get rid of the serious trouble!"