Chapter 1008

Yan Tong looked at the broken hand on the ground for two seconds, blinked, and then looked at his wrist

Isn't this my hand? What's going on?

There was a buzz in his head, and his eyes were in doubt.

Is it really my hand? Did not feel pain at all, also did not have blood to flow out, appeared hallucination?

He bent down to pick up the broken hand and measured it on his wrist.

The fracture is completely consistent, not bad, like a cut wax arm, the fracture is flat and smooth.

At this time, the blood just spurted out from the fracture.

Unable to prevent, he was drenched all over his body, and most of them were drenched on his face, which was particularly ferocious.

Hiss!

Yan Tong gritted his teeth and took a breath of cool air. The pain in his heart instantly attacked all the nerves.

He quickly sealed the acupoints to stop bleeding for himself, and took pills to stop the pain.

Other silver hall killers eyes shrink, Shua look at Zhang Xing.

At this time, they no longer understand that it was this young man who cut off Yan Tong's hand, and he would have lived hundreds of years in vain.

The Lord of Fengzhong hall and the deputy leader of Yuli hall have a different look. Even they don't see how the young man makes a move.

This is not like a subordinate disciple's style, clearly is the master of life and death.

No! Even more domineering than the hall master.

Maybe they are all wrong. This boy is not the disciple's, but if we say it's the elder generation, other people don't know it. This is special!

They are confused, too.

"Who are you?"

Yan Tong was frightened and stepped back three meters. He asked in a cold voice.

The young man's quick knife might not be the same as the Lord of the temple.

His ideas, like those of Feng Zhong, cast doubt on the origin of Zhang Xing.

"Why, you don't know me? Didn't you just cry and howl to kill me to avenge your boss? "

Zhang Xing said faintly, and did not look up, fiddling with the knife in his hand. Wanshulou www.wanshulou.org

That's right. He used this knife to eliminate Yan Tong's right hand.

Hearing this, they narrowed their eyes and looked at Zhang Xing carefully.

Zhang Xing's magic image data they have, but in the case just now, no one thought about that.

Now in contrast, it is so similar.

After all, Zhang Xing's change is too big, plus the difference between the magic image and the real person, it is the first time for them to see Zhang Xing, so it is normal that they can't recognize it.

"You, are you Zhang Xing?"

Yan Tong stares in horror and retreats three meters.

"How did you get in?"

It's hidden under the swamp. If no one answers, no one can get in.

Unless you wade through the swamps for thousands of miles.

Zhang Xing obviously won't do that, so someone will take care of him?

Is it the elder who has come back?

In his random guess, Zhang Xing gave the answer.

"Oh, they brought me in, and I want to thank them."

Zhang Xing points to Feng Zhong and two people smile.

The bell and the rain were stunned. Before entering the secret passage, they had explored several times around thousands of meters.

It's sure that no one's following me in. I didn't expect to be found.

"You are Zhang Xing. I heard that the master of Mo hall died in your hands. As expected, you are an expert in art. I admire you

Rain Li's posturing, skin smile flesh not smile way.

"Why, do you want to avenge Mo Liuxia?"

Zhang Xing said directly.

"Of course, we are old friends with Lord Mo, and his enemies are our enemies."

Yu Li just heard of Zhang Xing's fame, but he didn't care.

He believes that there is exaggeration in the rumors. Those who died in his hands are probably cheated by his appearance.