"You're too arrogant, boy, let me see how much you weigh."

Yang Sen was angry. As one of the two disciples of the Ghost Lord, he naturally had to stand up and teach Zou Hao a lesson at this time.

He could see that Zou Hao also had the strength of a mid-level alien. He had not fought with Zou Hao before because he did not want any accidents to occur in the mission. At this moment, Zou Hao had already arrived at the headquarters of the Blood Killing Association. He no longer needed

Nothing to worry about anymore.

"What qualifications do you have for a villain like you to fight me? To deal with you, I only need to use one hand."

Zou Hao sneered, his tone full of contempt.

However, this is not arrogance on his part.

He is irritating Yang Sen, and then looking for the best opportunity to kill the opponent. Before fighting the ghost master, he must retain his strongest strength.

As for one hand, I am afraid that he will only use one hand to fight the ghost master now, because his other hand is tightly holding Su Xiangying's little hand.

"Damn it, you are looking for death."

Yang Sen became even more angry, roared wildly, and rushed towards Zou Hao like a night owl.

When the person was in mid-air, Yang Sen's skinny palm was already struck down.

Although his body is as skinny as a stick, the power of this palm is surprisingly amazing, and it also carries a very strange strength. It seems invisible, but it feels as sharp as a blade.

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"What kind of energy is this?"

Zou Hao was a little surprised. The energy was not even close to him, but it made his skin feel as painful as a razor blade.

Thinking in his mind, Zou Hao's hand movements did not slow down even half a minute.

Pulling Su Xiangying's body behind him, Zou Hao directly faced the sharp energy and stretched out his palm to greet Yang Sen.

A strange smile appeared on Yang Sen's skeleton face.

"Look at the pros and cons of my Senluo Ghost Claw."

I saw him shout loudly, and his skinny palms instantly turned into a frightening blue color, like the claws of a ghost, and the sharp nails shone like sharp blades.

"Could it be Chinese martial arts again?"

Zou Hao's heart skipped a beat. The green palm actually gave him a very dangerous feeling.

Behind him was Su Xiangying, who had no way of retreating.

Seeing that the blue ghost claws were about to kill him, a flash of light suddenly flashed through Zou Hao's mind.

"Spirit snakes are dazzling."

A move he secretly learned from Ye Feng was quickly deployed in Zou Hao's hands. Like a spiritual snake, his palm bypassed Yang Sen's ghost claws and stabbed directly into Yang Feng's eyes.

The smile on Yang Sen's face froze instantly. Even Zou Hao was unable to react to this move at that time. How could Yang Sen's reaction be comparable to Zou Hao, who had psychic powers.

"ah."

The screams sounded, and even though Yang Sen closed his eyes, his eyeballs were still pierced by Zou Hao's fingertips.

His offensive collapsed instantly, and he flew back.

After defeating the enemy with one move, Zou Hao's face showed no trace of joy because he paid a heavy price.

The sleeves of his arms were broken into strips as if they had been cut by a sharp blade. There were several bloody wounds, extending from the back of the hand to the elbow. The flesh and blood inside could be vaguely seen, and blood kept coming out.

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"No wonder the old man admires Chinese martial arts so much. These moves are really powerful."

With this blow just now, he had already avoided Yang Sen's Green Hand Ghost Claw, but the sharp edge of the ghost claw still cut through his flesh and blood. It was definitely much more powerful than Ye Feng's Nine Spiritual Snake Styles.

Before returning to China, Zou Hao didn't pay much attention to Chinese martial arts.

In his opinion, Chinese martial arts are just more sophisticated fighting skills at best, and after seeing the Nine Styles of the Spirit Snake and the Senluo Ghost Claw, he finally felt the true horror of Chinese martial arts.

He remembered that his adoptive father once said that the most important reason why China could become the origin of aliens and the holy land that established the world system of aliens was the five thousand years of martial arts inheritance in China.

There is no need for special powers or even the awakening of talents. With a powerful set of martial arts, one can create batches of powerful aliens and create powerful forces one by one.

In addition, these martial arts can also allow practitioners to exert powerful strength that far exceeds their own cultivation level.

Regarding these, Zou Hao no longer has any doubts.

He also has some real curiosity about Chinese martial arts. If he can learn a powerful set of martial arts, coupled with his psychic powers, then his strength will definitely be greatly improved.

"Zou Hao, your hand is bleeding a lot."

While Zou Hao was thinking, Su Xiangying's nervous voice sounded in Zou Hao's ears.

The wound was a bit deep, but in just a few seconds, blood had already dyed Zou Hao's arm red, and dripped on the ground along his fingertips.

"It's okay, just some minor injuries."

Zou Hao quickly came back to his senses, first responded, then quickly tapped the acupuncture points on his arm a few times with his fingers, turned his palm over, and took out a small bottle containing white powder from his mind space.

After pouring the white powder on the wound, there was no more blood flowing out of the wound that was bleeding.

Zou Hao's operation was very fast, and the whole process only took a few seconds.

However, Yang Sen was unable to receive treatment. His eye had been pierced by Zou Hao, and even the magical elixir could not save him.

This guy was also a ruthless person. He simply dug out the pierced eyeballs from the eye frames. The bloody eye holes looked even more sinister in the dim wooden hall.

"Boy, I'm going to cut you into pieces..."

Crazy anger has engulfed Yang Sen, and the anger even made the clothes on his body vibrate violently.

As he spoke, his figure suddenly floated up.

"Sen Luo Ghost Shadow."

Yang Sen's figure became erratic like a ghost, but his speed was surprisingly fast.

In the blink of an eye, he actually appeared in front of Zou Hao. With a ferocious smile, Yang Sen's ghost claws transformed into claw shadows that filled the sky, blasting towards Zou Hao's heavenly spirit like a shower.

--boom

The echo of the gunfire echoed in the silent hall, and a bloody hole appeared on Yang Sen's forehead.

All Yang Sen's offensives were in vain.

In Zou Hao's hand, the black muzzle of the gun was still emitting wisps of green smoke.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.

Zou Hao does not have powerful Chinese martial arts, but he also has his own killing methods.

In his hand is a high-precision, large-caliber Sand Eagle that has been modified by explosives. It is very powerful and can easily kill an elephant with just one shot.

This gun was a gift from Zou Hao's firearms master.
Chapter completed!