Chapter 1042: Hands-On (Three More)

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When the two came to the front of the mansion, they saw two bright red palm prints on the stone lion by the door. Under the setting sun, they glowed with blood, as if they were dyed with real blood.

"This is...?" Chu Li frowned and said, "Is it from the Blood God Sect?"

"There are two palm prints here, which means that everyone in the house will be killed." Zheng Ze said coldly: "If there is one palm print, only one person will be killed."

"I thought the two palm prints meant killing two people."

"Two palm prints are to kill everyone, and three palm prints are to kill chickens and dogs, really including chickens and dogs!"

"They don't even spare dogs?"

"Yes." Zheng Ze said indifferently: "But anything with flesh and blood is their tonic, which can enhance their blood-clothed magical skills!"

Chu Li smiled but said, "Is there such a wonderful martial art?"

He had come into contact with the blood-cloth magic of the Blood Clothes Sect back then, and indeed it had unique secrets, but he was most afraid of the Tianluo Sect's martial arts. The blood-cloth magic of the Blood God Sect should be the same.

"You'll know when you meet them later." Zheng Ze said lightly, "The Bloody Clothes Magic Art is extremely domineering, devouring flesh and blood, so when fighting them, don't touch their palms, it's best to use a sword!"

Chu Li nodded and said, "I use a knife."

"Okay." Zheng Ze said: "I would like to advise you, if you are not from the Eight Great Sects, it is better not to fight with them."

Chu Li said: "I am from Daji, and I am not afraid of revenge from the Blood God Sect."

"Are you from Daji?" Zheng Ze looked at him in surprise.

Chu Li said: "Could it be that Zheng Shaoxia has been to Daji?"

Zheng Ze shook his head and said, "I've heard that, although it's a bit remote, it's close to Shiwan Dashan!"

Chu Li smiled and said, "One hundred thousand mountains... yes, there are one hundred thousand mountains."

"I have always wanted to see the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and I will go to Daji sooner or later." Zheng Ze said.

"One hundred thousand mountains come in and never come out, isn't Zheng Shaoxia afraid of death?"

"Even if you die, you have to go in and have a look, otherwise you will live in vain." Zheng Ze said lightly: "Besides, if you want to become a master of the gods, only a hundred thousand mountains can have hope!"

Chu Li nodded.

The two were talking, when the door suddenly opened, and an old man with white beard and a beautiful young woman came out. They were all dressed in strong clothes, with swords in their hands, ready to strike.

Seeing Chu Li and Zheng Ze, they were startled.

The young woman frowned: "Are you disciples of the Blood God Sect?"

Zheng Ze said: "I am a disciple of Wuji Temple, Zheng Ze, this is Yuanwai Zheng?"

"It's the old man." Zheng Shoufang cupped his fists to persuade him, "The two young heroes should leave quickly, the disciples of the Blood God Sect will come over soon, if they see you and take your lives, it will be the old man's sin! "

"Member Zheng, don't worry, we are here to deal with the disciples of the Blood God Sect!" Zheng Ze said in a deep voice, "I am here, I will never allow the disciples of the Blood God Sect to be rampant!"

"Alas..." Zheng Shoufang said helplessly: "I appreciate Zheng Shaoxia's kindness, but the disciple of the Blood God Cult who came this time is a master. Zheng Shaoxia should leave as soon as possible, or it will be too late."

Chu Li stood aside without saying a word, and looked at the young girl curiously. At this age, she was actually Zheng Shoufang's daughter. It seemed that he was old and strong.

Zheng Ze said: "Doesn't Mr. Zheng believe me?"

"Alas..." Zheng Shoufang said with a wry smile: "The name of this Blood God Sect disciple who came is Zhu Xing, and he is one of the best masters of the Blood God Sect. It is better for Zheng Shaoxia to avoid it first. I am grateful for this thought." !"

"Zhu Xing?" Zheng Ze frowned and thought about it, then snorted, "He's a master, but it doesn't matter, I can handle it!"

"Zheng Shaoxia didn't lie to the old man, did he?" Zheng Shoufang was surprised.

The young girl showed a look of joy.

Of course she didn't want to die, but she didn't want to fall into Hu Qiming's hands even more, because life would be worse than death.

However, she also wanted to exchange her father's life with herself, but unfortunately her father disagreed anyway, so the father and daughter could only die together, and she would be satisfied if she could kill Hu Qiming before she died.

Zheng Ze snorted: "Although Zhu Xing is powerful, I am not a vegetarian, so don't worry about Zheng Yuanwai and Miss Zheng!"

"Then I will thank Young Master Zheng!" Zheng Shoufang said, "I don't know how the old man will cooperate?"

"No need." Zheng Ze shook his head.

"Hey, what a big tone!" A sneer suddenly sounded.

Two people came from the corner of the street, the first one was a middle-aged man in black clothes, followed by a slender young man with twinkling eyes, as if he didn't like to face people directly, he was staring at Miss Zheng with piercing eyes.

The middle-aged man in Xuanyi has a square face, neither tall nor short, good facial features, an upright face, piercing eyes, and is looking at Zheng Ze with a sneer: "Where did you come from, such a big tone!"

Zheng Ze clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, "Wuji sees Zheng Ze!"

"So it's the boy from Wuji Temple!" the middle-aged man in Xuanyi said coldly.

He didn't seem to care, he glanced at Zheng Yuanwai: "Have you thought about it, Zheng Shoufang?"

"My daughter will never marry Hu Qiming!" Zheng Shoufang said coldly, "Zhu Xing, even if you are a disciple of the Blood God Sect, I will never give in!"

"That can only be done according to the rules." Zhu Xing said lightly: "Send your family on the road!"

"You are so loud!" Zheng Ze said with a sneer, "I am here, and I will never allow your disciples of the Blood God Sect to mess around!"

"Haha!" Zhu Xing laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "You're really stunned, isn't Zheng Ze?"

"Exactly!" Zheng Ze snorted.

Zhu Xing shook his head and said, "You think this old man dare not kill you, don't you?"

Zheng Ze said: "You can try it! Hmph, bullying the weak, isn't this the tradition of your Blood God Sect?"

"It's not your turn to take care of the old man's affairs!" Zhu Xing said coldly: "If you make me anxious, even if you are a disciple of Wuji Temple, you can still kill me!"

"You have that ability!" Zheng Ze sneered, "Others are afraid of your Blood God Cult, but we are not!"

"Arrogant boy!" Zhu Xing shook his head, rushed to Zheng Shoufang in a flash, and slapped him with his palm, his right palm was as red as blood, extremely fast.

"Chi!" Zheng Ze stabbed out with a sword, hitting his palm just right.

"Ding..." Zhu Xing slapped the sword with a palm and let out a clear cry.

Zheng Ze's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that Zhu Xing's blood-cloth magic skill was so profound. The power from the blade of the sword seemed to suck his essence away, and his whole body felt numb, as if he was afraid of encountering a natural enemy.

Zheng Ze snorted coldly, and the sword light suddenly surged, enveloping Zhu Xing.

Zhu Xing said lightly: "Your swordsmanship is so good and you dare to show it to others, your Wuji view is getting worse and worse!"

He suddenly slapped the sword shadows all over the sky with his palm.

Zheng Ze staggered and took a few steps back, avoiding his palm.

He didn't expect that he still underestimated this Zhu Xing, the realm of the blood-cloth magic is so advanced.

Zhu Xing had no joy at all.

He shook his head uninterestedly, and it really was a newborn calf.

He looked at Chu Li, glanced at him, and suddenly shot at Chu Li. He struck Chu Li's chest with a palm that was as red as blood and as fast as lightning.