my wife is god catcher

Chapter 247
Tang Qiu felt that he would definitely encounter some changes.

Extraordinary upheaval.

She doesn't know whether it's bad or good, but she can always feel the great, huge, and vast changes that are almost unbearable to her, and one day it will definitely come!
She is afraid of change.

She is even more afraid of this change.

Although she is ruthless and vicious, but seeing things change, hearing that the world is old, feeling that the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and feeling the vicissitudes of life, she thinks it is better to die.

That was so sad.

She doesn't admit that she is easily sentimental, but sometimes Tang Qiu can't help shedding tears when he sees the brilliant colors of the sun setting.

She is afraid of old age.

So no one is allowed to call her "sister".

She likes evenings.

In this way, she can be sure that no one will see her true colors, and that she is really bad and poisonous.

But she couldn't help feeling sad.

Just like now.

If Yan'er dies here, Wuqing will always remember Yan'er in his heart, but if she dies, people will only applaud her, no one will miss her.

Back then, Tang Qiu didn't think about these things. After experiencing that defeat back then, as she got older, her sentimentality became more and more unpredictable.

I don't know when she will come, and she won't be under her control. She comes and goes suddenly, letting Tang Qiu know that she is a person of flesh and blood after all.

She is not "vicious"!
Not "hate" either!
She is human!
Tang Qiu was already sad now, and her mood began to be chaotic, so before she knew it, Tang Qiu had been poisoned in her heart, and the poison in her heart finally swallowed her back.

Good swimmers drown!

A person who can see through people's hearts, even a psychologist who is good at solving psychological problems, often has mental illnesses that are difficult to solve.

Even in the Marvel world, the master of spiritual power who can instantly kill humans all over the world, the bald professor who can obtain a doctorate in psychology from Harvard at the age of 20, has countless scars hidden in his heart.

Things must be reversed when they are extreme, and life is called circulation!
Tang Qiu's heart hides countless darkness, hides countless viciousness, darkness, cruelty, and filth, but at the same time, there is also a little light in the mud.

Yan'er's unintentional words aroused the light in Tang Qiu's heart, so her heart was disturbed, so her hidden weapon slowed down, so she fell into a crisis.

Of course, Yan'er would not show mercy, and the hidden weapons rained down, and she had already used the lore.

Locust stone halberd!

Fly away from the fire!

All the hidden weapons that Yan'er carried all over her body shot out, like peonies blooming, flames soaring into the sky, and like clouds in the sky, filled with brilliant colors.

Tang Qiu couldn't help but continue to be sad!
She is used to the dark night, but she is very resistant to it in her heart, so whenever the day and night change, whenever she sees the gorgeous sunset, she will become sad.

Life and death duel, soldiers are fierce and dangerous, how can you feel half sad at this time?But she couldn't control it, even though she knew she would die, she was still addicted to the splendor.

Tang Qiu had nowhere to go.

I plunged myself into death.

Even Yan'er was surprised that Tang Qiu in front of him seemed to be quite different from the rumors in the world.

She is not Manjushahua who leads people to hell, but a sentimental little woman.

When the flower of the underworld is in crisis, almost no one will give a helping hand, but the sentimental little woman often makes people's blood boil and draws their swords to help.

This time is of course no exception!

Tu Wan ignored the ruthless hidden weapon, and shot Yan'er's head with a flying vertebra in his hand, using the method of besieging Wei and saving Zhao.

But he didn't know that Yan'er had a death wish in her heart, so she didn't care about it, and just blindly urged the hidden weapon.

Seeing this, Wuqing was startled, it was too late to fly over to stop him, he could only use the method Tu Wan used just now, forcefully attack, encircle Wei and rescue Zhao.

The big peacock flies!
This is the hidden weapon designed by the ingenious craftsman who designed the Yiyun Seat in imitation of Peacock Ling in Peacock Villa. It is just as gorgeous as Peacock Ling.

Hundreds of hidden weapons shot out, bursting into flames in mid-air, like a peacock spreading its tail, which is absolutely wonderful.

In the face of Wuqing's all-powerful blow, even the iron hand had to retreat. Although Tu Wan's martial arts are high, if he is hit by a forceful move, he has no chance of surviving.

Logically speaking, Tu Wan should retire!

But there are too many unreasonable things here today.

Logically speaking, Tang Qiu shouldn't be distracted.

Logically speaking, Yan'er should retreat.

Since neither of them "speaks logically", why does Tu Wan want to "speak logically"?

Tu Wan didn't retreat, he didn't even urge his world-renowned body protection method "Cooking Niu Shengong", all his mental energy was on the flying vertebrae.

He couldn't watch Tang Qiu die!

He wants to do everything in his power to rescue Tang Qiu.

Even if the two must die today, he must die before Tang Qiu.

This is an emotion that is suppressed in his heart, an emotion that he has never expressed, and now that it is at the critical moment of life and death, how can Tu Wan continue to suppress it?

So he shows it!

So he exploded without reservation!
"boom!"

The extremely gorgeous colors burst out, followed by the crackling sound of machine guns, and the entire Shenhou Mansion was surrounded by colorful colors, which looked like a heavenly palace descending, reflecting like a fairy.

It's a pity that people are as gorgeous as gods, but they are not.

The copper mask on Yan'er's head was crushed by flying vertebrae, leaving a scar on her forehead and blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

Tang Qiu's heart was pierced by a hidden weapon, and all internal organs were injured, leaving only his physical strength.

Tu Wan received a merciless blow, his viscera were already shattered, and there was no more sound.

The ruthless complexion was pale, and his hands were trembling.

Yan'er trembled and said: "My adoptive father left two masks back then, and now they are all shattered. It seems that I am destined to be Yan'er, and I cannot be a copper-masked guest."

Tang Qiudao: "I didn't lose, at least at the last moment of my life, there are still people who miss me."

Yan'er said: "This is your luck."

Tang Qiu said: "Unfortunately, I have never seen this kind of luck before. Is this my punishment? Why am I being sentimental again? Tang Qiu is the daughter of a demon. How can a demon be sentimental... But why is the demon so sentimental?" Don't be sentimental, I just want to be like this..."

Before the words were finished, the life dissipated.

There is no resentment, no hatred, the darkness in her heart has dissipated, at least at the last moment of her life, she is the little Xuexian from the past, not Tang Qiu.

……

Zhao Hao and Zhui Ming, Yan Zhao and Tieshou.

These two pairs of old rivals from the past are now fighting together again, and the killing is far more brutal than before.

Zhao is so stingy, Yan Zhao is arrogant.

Being stingy is easy to understand, there are many narrow-minded people in the Jianghu, but how do the arrogant people survive until now?
Because Yan Zhao's arrogance is only due to his arrogance on the outside, he is not only very cautious in his heart, but also has both offensive and defensive moves, leaving no loopholes.

The arrogance that people see is because Yanzhao's actions are all singing and dancing, full of arrogance and heroism of the generous and elegiac people in the land of Yanzhao.

He sang loudly, he sang and danced.

Every time he danced, every time he turned around, the palm knife cut towards the joints of the iron hand, the muscles and bones of the iron hand.

Yanzhao's martial arts are designed to crush the enemy's joints.

Because he doesn't like killing people.

Yan Zhao has always felt that "killing" an enemy does not necessarily mean "killing" him.

As long as the opponent is knocked down until there is no power to fight back, then the enemy no longer calls him an "enemy", and sometimes it is more effective than actually killing the enemy.

"Killing" an enemy will arouse other enemies to avenge him desperately, and "killing an enemy" will make the enemy lose his way of life, and he can only fight bravely and exchange injuries for injuries.

Therefore, beating the enemy half-mutilated and paralyzed to the ground is often more frightening for other enemies than killing the enemy.

What's more, once a gangster is beaten into a cripple, his enemies will naturally come to his door, and his enemies will help Yan Zhao solve all future troubles.

But he met an opponent today, or an opponent he chose on his own initiative, Yan Zhao is not Tang Qiu, he lost the iron hand move back then, and must get it back.

This is his arrogance.

Yan Zhao's arrogance!
"Tie Shou, do you still remember those days?"

"No day dares to forget."

"Me too!"

"Now, what do you want to do?"

"I just want to finish that battle!"

Yan Zhao slashed out again and again with the sword in his palm, while Tie Shou countered with the Big Banner Wind and Cloud Palm. Both of them were hard-headed, and countless ravines were blasted in an instant.

"Happy! Happy! I've been thinking about your pair of iron arms for several years, and today I finally got what I wanted!"

"You singing and dancing are also the best in the world!"

Yan Zhao was tall, but his dance was indeed unrivaled in the world. In terms of pure skill, it was even as good as Gongsun Lan. It was hard to imagine that a tall and strong man could have such wonderful singing and dancing.

His song is his trick.

His dance is his weapon.

His figure is like a petrel fighting heartily in a storm. He is light and elegant, but also has an unyielding fighting spirit and lofty ambition.

Just looking at Yan Zhao's figure and appearance, he should be drinking heavily, eating meat and charging into battle with a mace.

After seeing his singing and dancing, there is another feeling of embroidering with a mace and carving with a broad axe.

The magic hand split the coffin!
I haven't seen him for many years, but Yan Zhao's sword-wielding skills have made great progress. If it weren't for the fact that Tie Shou had never slacked off for half a day in these years, he might have been injured already.

True Qi surged like a mighty river in the body, turning into endless power, the iron hand's offensive became more and more majestic, and every time they confronted each other, they could counterattack with stronger, stronger, and stronger palm strength and fist strength.

Majestic and powerful!

Consistent magic!
The two martial arts of Zizaimen have been perfected by iron hands, and every shot is accompanied by extremely strong strength, and a pair of iron arms is even more powerful.

Countless Jianghu people are curious about the iron arm of the iron hand. They don't know how it is tempered, how can someone temper the arm to such a tyrannical level.

Of course Yan Zhao was no exception, because he felt that he was a god hand, how could a god hand lose to an iron hand?
But he lost a trick that year.

Tie Shou's martial arts, intelligence, and temperament, each of them just overwhelmed him by half a point, and each of them just beat him by a little bit, so he could only fail in the end.

Of course Yan Zhao will not be convinced, he will not be trapped in failure, but after standing up, the first thing to do is to find the ground from Tie Shou.

His qi and blood were rushing wildly, and a faint mist had already filled his body, and his majestic figure was hidden in the mist, making him even more hazy.

The iron hand exhaled and let out a sound, full of qi and blood, a pair of arms like an iron wall and a copper wall, and also like a ten-mile thunderbolt, no matter how strong Yan Zhao attacked, he could not jump over the thunder pool.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of crackling sounds spread far away, and blood overflowed from the corner of Yan Zhao's mouth, but he became more and more insolent.

"Happy! Happy! I have never had such a good day in my life, Iron Hand, you are indeed the opponent I have been looking for all my life, and it is my honor to be your enemy!"

"Yan Zhao, back off, you've already delayed enough, don't be obsessed with it!"

"Persistence? You are the one who persists. If you can beat me, I will tell you why I am here today and tell you a cruel truth!"

"boom!"

Yan Zhao's iron hands clashed again, and on the other end, Zhao Hao and Zhui Ming had already made seventy or eighty moves correctly.

Both sides know the basics, so there is no need to be tempted, as the first move is a desperate move.

Zhao Hao's "Old Fist", "Small Palm", and "Red Eyes" are amazingly powerful, and his life-chasing "[-] Legs" are as fast as lightning. Due to various reasons back then, it was impossible to tell the winner. We must see you today life and death!
Chasing shadows, chasing the sun, chasing electricity, chasing the wind, chasing waves, chasing hatred, chasing dreams, chasing regrets, chasing souls...

Zhui Ming's pair of fast legs are as fast as lightning, but they can also be full of shadows, like a strong wind blowing grass, or like a wind blowing a building, with shadows of legs in all directions.

In particular, his qinggong is so profound that his whole body seems to be merged in the breeze, blending into one with the breeze.

The wind is everywhere, so the life-chasing legs are naturally everywhere, everywhere, and everything is broken!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hao was hit by three heavy legs, and he also took the opportunity to return two life-seeking punches.

Zhao Hao is a man who must retaliate, now two punches for three legs, it can be said that he has suffered a big loss, and naturally he wants to get it back, he flew at him, his fists were like a storm.

Knife, palm, fist, leg!

The four of them clashed crazily within a hundred feet. There was no such thing as a wonderful trick, only the blood of a hard bridge and a hard horse.

Singing madness, dancing madness, human madness, blood madness!
Yan Zhao turned around for the last time, concentrating all of his life's energy on the edge of his palm, and swung out the power of Little Tianxing's palm.

The iron hand gathers all the magical skills, and the majestic fighting spirit is turned into strength, and it confronts head-to-head.

Big Banner Wind and Cloud Palm - Wind and Cloud Remnants!
"boom!"

The two palms faced each other, the sky was full of smoke and dust, the ground under their feet collapsed deeply, and everything in a radius of ten feet was destroyed.

"Crack!"

The pair of indestructible arms of the iron hand actually made the sound of bone cracking, obviously traumatized.

For Iron Hand, this was more serious than being slapped on the chest.

"Crack Kacha!"

Yanzhao's coffin-splitting magic hands, those magic hands that have ruined countless joints, smashed joints for the last time!
His own joints!

But it was just a fight with one move, Tie Shou exerted all his strength to urge the consistent miraculous kung fu, and forced all Yan Zhao's strength back, crushing his palm.

The palm is broken, the man is defeated!
Iron Hand said: "I will bring you to justice!"

Yan Zhao said: "No need, I will answer your question now, the reason why I listen to people's orders is because the people behind King Zuo Wu subdued my master!"

Tie Shou asked in surprise, "Your master?"

Yan Zhao said: "Success or failure is one in the world!"

(End of this chapter)