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- The two young people smiled, but their faces were pale.
They used secret techniques and pursued a one-hit kill. Seeing that the two women were seriously injured and almost died, they felt very relieved and happy.
No matter how perfect their body and palm skills are, it will be futile if their cultivation is not enough.
"Senior Brother Zhou, with my palm, they must be broken." The burly young man grinned, his eyes shining: "It's so fun to destroy flowers!"
The skinny young man shook his head: "I used softness in this palm, and I guess my internal organs have been broken. I can't bear it."
"Senior Brother Zhou, you are so hypocritical!" The burly young man praised: "You can't bear to speak more than anyone else, but you are more ruthless than anyone else!"
The skinny young man said: "Death early and rebirth early, don't be a human again in the next life In fact, this is also my kindness, and I can't bear to let her suffer any more."
"Hey, that's true." The burly young man nodded: "It is true that one slap will kill you faster than several slaps, and you will suffer less. Senior Brother Zhou, you are indeed kind, merciful!"
The skinny young man glared at him, hearing the sarcasm in his words.
The burly young man laughed twice, looked at Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei, the smile on his face faded, seeing that they were dying but still hadn't swallowed their last breath, he sneered impatiently: "This is not willing to die. "
The eyes of the two women were dim like lights that were about to go out, and their eyes were blank and out of focus, as if they couldn't see the two of them clearly.
"Let's give them another slap and send them on their way." The skinny young man showed an unbearable expression.
The burly young man sneered and said, "Why bother?"
He stared at the two women with bright eyes, watching them dying, but unwilling to swallow their last breath, struggling hard all the time.
This scene is what he likes to watch the most. The more unwilling they are, the happier he feels in his heart. His blood is racing, his heart is beating faster, and his eyes are involuntarily shining.
He wished they were struggling all the time, and he kept watching. This is really a supreme enjoyment.
It's a pity that such a scene is short-lived after all, no matter how strong the vitality is, it won't last long, and no matter how unwilling it is to struggle, it will eventually die.
The skinny young man glanced at him and shook his head.
I really don't know what to say about this hobby. It can't be said to be evil, nor can it be said to be normal. It's just a gray between good and evil.
"Forget it, let's send them on their way." Feeling compassionate, the thin young man suddenly slanted at the two women, and patted them with both palms.
The drooping right arms of the two women suddenly protruded out, like a snake coming out of a hole, and precisely met the thin young man's palm.
"Bang bang!"
Amidst the muffled sound, the thin young man shot back to the ground, staggered a few steps, and spat out a bloody arrow with a "poof".
"Senior Brother Zhou?" The burly young man was surprised. He looked at the two women and his pale companion, but he didn't make a rash move.
He felt weird and immediately raised his caution.
It is clear that the two women's breathing is weak, they are dying, and they are going to die soon, why can they strike this palm.
Could it be that they are urging a certain kind of secret technique, a secret technique that stimulates potential, and they are going to die together?
It would be too wronged if they leaned forward at this time and were dragged back by them.
The thin young man exhaled deeply, his palms trembled, resisting the urge to strike again, and stared at the two women.
The eyes of the two women are slowly brightening, and their eyes are clear again.
Their drooping limbs had retracted, and it was evident that power had reappeared inside their bodies.
"It's useless!" The burly young man shook his head disdainfully: "It's useless to work hard."
He was sure that they had cast a secret technique, and they might only survive for a short time before they disappeared with the wind.
The two of them just need to avoid their sharp edge and deal with them for a while, and then they can watch them burn out, unwilling to die.
The two women showed weird smiles.
"Who the hell are you guys?" Ding Xingqing snorted, "Where are you holy?"
The burly young man said coldly: "Just go and be a wronged ghost."
Ding Xingqing said: "Hide your head and show your tail, and dare not reveal your identity, because you are afraid that we will know something?"
"So what if I know?" The burly young man sneered, "Do you still want to live?"
Ding Xingqing snorted disdainfully: "You can't kill us."
She was talking, and fell gently, like a leaf falling slowly, she was not in a hurry to attack, but just looked at the two young people.
Jing Xiaomei landed beside her, staring at them with bright eyes, trying to see through their details and cultivation.
The skinny young man turned around and left.
&nbgritted his teeth.
Jing Xiaomei returned the sword back to its sheath, pressed Ding Xingqing's right palm, pressed both palms on the hilt of the sword, and then pressed down violently.
"Hey!" The sword tip seemed to have broken through an invisible thick film, and finally pierced his heart, and then pulled it out violently.
Blood gushed out, but only a little blood gushed out, not the hot blood splashing they expected.
The two women looked at each other, feeling more and more weird.
Ding Xingqing snorted and said, "Brow-piercing!"
She pressed the bloody sword tip to the center of the brow of the burly young man, and both hands pressed down on the hilt of the sword violently at the same time.
"Bang!" The two women flew upside down, spraying a bloody arrow in the air.
"Let's go!" Ding Xingqing yelled softly, and the two women turned around and fled without hesitation, preparing to flee back to their training place.
The secret technique made them turbulent, and their speed was like the wind. They turned their heads from time to time, but they didn't see the two of them catching up.
After escaping back to a row of bamboo courtyards in one breath, he came directly to Ning Zhenzhen's courtyard, saw Ning Zhenzhen, and talked about his previous experience.
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them became limp and exhausted, unable to continue talking, they could only sit in the bamboo chair beside them and look at Ning Zhenzhen.
The yard where Ning Zhenzhen is located is surrounded by bamboo fences, and a flower garden has been opened up, and a field of flowers has been moved from elsewhere, and they are competing to bloom in full bloom.
There are five bamboo chairs beside the steps outside the yard, which are green and fresh.
Ning Zhenzhen sat in a bamboo chair and nodded lightly: "We are in Master Fakong's dojo, another realm, different from the outside."
The two women showed puzzled expressions.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "I can't explain the specifics. I can only say that it is different from the outside world. Don't be too surprised."
"But why can't we kill the two of them?" Ding Xingqing said: "It's too weird."
Jing Xiaomei nodded vigorously.
"Maybe this is the rule of the dojo." Ning Zhenzhen said: "You will gradually understand in the future."
The so-called rules are the laws of heaven and earth, the laws of this world. Could it be that there are rules of immortality in the laws of this dojo? - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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