"Black Sand Palm?"

Song Zhigao naturally recognized this widely circulated palm technique.

To be honest, this is a hard skill, which requires a little bit of slow grinding and hard work. For him, who has the teachings of Guiling Sect, he really doesn't like it.

But Song Zhigao could never imagine that such an ordinary palm technique could have such great power when it came to the other party’s hands!

When the arms and palms were intersecting, a harsh crack sounded, and then Song Zhigao's arms were hurting violently, and he screamed, and his whole body flew backwards, sprinkling blood in the air.

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

He fell to the ground, looked at his broken arms, hissing the air conditioner, and looked at Fang Yuan as if he was looking at a monster.

‘My current strength is probably twice as strong as that of ordinary people! This is not only a skill to break through the barrier, but also the help of red rice, which makes my foundation far better than that of ordinary warriors!’

Fang Yuan saw this scene, but he had an understanding in his heart.

When masters fight, a slight gap may affect the final success or failure. Even though Song Zhigao is a warrior of the three levels, his quality is not as high as him, and he has been distracted from the battle formation for a long time. He is used to buying and buying, and is greedy for life and fear of death. He is worse than him, a rookie. After a fight, it is inevitable that he will reach this point.

"Who are you?"

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

"You're talking too much!"

Fang Yuan knew very well that he could not talk too much to the villain, so he went forward and printed a palm on Song Zhigao Tianling.

Bang!

After a loud bang, Song Zhigao's body fell down softly.

"ah!"

"Murder!"

The few fights just now were too fast. By the time the servants and slaves realized, Fang Yuan had easily harvested Song Zhigao's life.

"I'm not a murderer!"

With the cover of the hat and face towel, he naturally would not have any scruples or the idea of ​​cutting off the roots. He went up and slapped several servants and maids who were calling the most, and was ready to go into the house to harvest them.

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

After fighting the boss, where is there any reason not to get the spoils?

But this time, Fang Yuan miscalculated a little.

"Little thief, you dare to be so arrogant after killing someone!"

Bang!

With a loud shout, the door frame shattered and shot like rain in the sky. The target was Fang Yuan!

Amid the flying of many wood chips, a figure rushed out quickly and incoherently, with his right fingers forming a sword, the central palace went straight into it, and the white rainbow penetrated the sun, stabbing Fang Yuan’s eyebrows.

Whoosh!

The energy of the energy tear the void and made a soaring sound.

"Master!"

Fang Yuan slammed out with a palm, intersecting his finger sword in the air, and he immediately retreated, staring at the young man who had just appeared with a serious expression.

"The third level of martial arts?"

The other party was wearing a green jade robe, a gold belt, a piece of flawless jade, star eyebrows and sword eyes, and a very cool expression. At this time, he looked at Fang Yuan with disdain: "You dare to kill me from Guiling Sect's purchase, you are very brave!"

"I'm careless!"

Fang Yuan looked at the red mark on the palm of his hand with his expression.

With his black sand palm skills, his skills reached their limit at this time. It is impossible to say that he does not avoid swords, but ordinary fist and palm attacks are already mostly immune.

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

"I didn't expect that Song Zhigao would have guests here, and he was also a little master at the fourth and fifth level!"

Fang Yuan had already estimated that the opponent's strength was definitely a warrior who broke through Dumen, and his martial arts were also trained. Even though he was amazing in physical fitness, he could kill the master before, but if he faced him, he would still be defeated.

"Don't say it?"

At this moment, the young man was calm and approaching slowly: "It doesn't matter if I don't say it. Anyway, I will take you down and question you slowly. Guiling Sect's top ten tortures, I don't know which one you can stand... Those who dare to kill me will have to pay a little 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 curled up slightly, with a strange curve.

"call……"

Fang Yuan did not answer and slowly breathed a long breath.

If he meets other masters, he will definitely turn around and leave now.

But Song Yujie?

To be honest, Song Zhigao is just his dog. If you really think about it, this person is the source!

“I’m really lucky today!”

Fang Yuan stretched his palms flat, and his originally white jade-like palms burst out with blue veins, and his skin was as dark as iron.

"You are already proud to be able to practice the Black Sand Palm to such an extent. However, the level of skill outside this sect is too low, so how could you be my opponent of the magical magic of Guiling Sect?"

Song Yujie sneered, raised his right hand and his fingers, and suddenly stabbed with a sword: "Look at my Guiling Sword Technique!"

"Sword Qi!"

Fang Yuan's eyes condensed.

This is the power that can only be achieved after being highly condensed and combined with swordsmanship. Song Yujie is definitely a genius who can do this.

But he could not retreat at this time, and he did not expect that he could beat this master of martial arts four or five levels. He suddenly turned ruthless and pounced on him like crazy: "Black Sha Madang!"

Bang!

The palm wind 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 looked 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... cough cough... hurt you, I will kill you!"

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

The physical fitness of nearly twice that of an ordinary person is also very terrifying. At least he knows that his injuries at this time are definitely not as terrifying as they look on the outside.

"Hmph, the duck is stubborn!"

Song Yujie took a step forward, shook his right hand, and a ray of light like a serpent appeared from his waist, stretching and retracting, and it was a soft sword that was soft around his fingers!

After being injured by Fang Yuan Xiaoxiao once, he finally became a little serious.

"It seems that you didn't do your best just now. This is really my luck...ahem..."

Fang Yuan is extremely lucky.

I know that even if I have the help of spiritual seeds, I am still a little far from those real sect geniuses.

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

"Lucky……"

Song Yujie frowned.

In any case, he could not see any hope of turning the tables in the mysterious man in front of him.

However, just as he was about to raise his sword and cut off the mysterious man's limbs and interrogate him carefully, a feeling of something wrong suddenly appeared in his heart.

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

His eyes froze and he stared at the black mark on the back of his hand: "You are poisoning?! Despicable!"

"Life and death are in harmony, and there is no despicable or not!"

Fang Yuan slowly stepped forward, looking at Song Yujie who was gradually turning blue and black, and kept taking out the medicine bottle and pouring it into his mouth, shook his head: "I advise you not to do anything more. My strange poison has been tested, even if the masters of the Third Risk Level cannot resist..."

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

What he was involved in was the toxicity of the mutant bead-tailed snake!

After the Black Sand Palm reaches the third level, it can already be attached to the toxin attack, but Fang Yuan is naturally honest and unceremonious. With the support of the King of Hell as his post, he directly tried to inject the mutant bead-tailed snake's strange poison into the palm power.

This time, the shot was amazing and the effect was extraordinary, and she directly knocked down Song Yujie, who was unprepared.

"Black Sand Palm... attached to poison? Are you Kou Feng's personal disciple?"

Song Yujie screamed, his voice trembling: "Ah... you are dead, Guiling Sect and my father will definitely not let you go!"

"Diet to the point of death, still stubborn?"

Fang Yuan stepped forward and printed a palm on Song Yujie Tianling, who had no power to resist, relieved his pain.
To be continued...