Martial Arts Fusion: Starting from the Head of a Clan

In just one breath, Song Zheng's path was blocked.

"Are you really going to kill the fish and defeat the net?"

Song Zheng's face was ferocious and his eyes were red!

"The fish will die, but the net will not break!"

Hong Qigong no longer held back. This man deserved his death. He was beaten to death by mistake. He deserved it!

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

Hong Qigong roared!

Two phantoms of divine dragons, one on the left and one on the right, seemed to have condensed into reality, connected end to end, forming a circle, trapping Song Zheng in the center of the circle!

Longzui swam toward Song Zheng with such rapidity that it was impossible to avoid him.

Song Zheng saw a look of despair on his face when he saw Hong Qigong at full strength.

His protective energy surged up, surrounding him as if he were in rain and fog.

The divine dragon swims into the fog and soars into the clouds.

Layers of mist were dispersed by the dragon's tail, and the dragon's head rushed straight towards Song Zheng in the innermost layer.

"boom!"

A huge sound came as the dragon's head collided with Song Zheng's body and dissipated instantly.

"puff!"

Song Zheng vomited blood, looked sluggish, and fell from the air like a rag bag.

Hong Qigong stepped forward and touched his face, and a strange face appeared in front of everyone.

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Chapter 122 Blood Spirit Sutra, Jiang Feng’s suspicion

Mrs. Song saw that this man was not her husband.

With tears in the corners of his eyes, he stumbled over and said in a trembling voice: "Who are you, and where is my husband?"

"Hahahaha, cough, cough, cough!"

Song Zheng laughed wildly. He knew that he had fallen into the hands of Hong Qigong. With his jealous temper, he had no way out.

He simply broke the jar and smashed it, just for the sake of happiness: "Song Zheng is buried under that willow tree, go dig it yourself!"

Like a bolt from the blue, Mrs. Song fell to the ground and murmured: "Impossible, impossible!"

In her heart she didn't want to believe it.

Butler Liu's eyes turned red, and he turned back to his room to get a hoe and dig at the willow tree.

Song Zheng's body was not buried deeply, and within a few breaths, a familiar face appeared in front of everyone.

He had been dead for only a month, and his body had not yet decomposed!

"Master!"

Liu Fu held Song Zheng's body with tears streaming down his face.

The Song family was unhappy, and Song Zheng only had one daughter who married outside. When he died, the Song family was cut off from the throne. How could this be explained to the ancestors?

Jiang Feng shook his head. There were so many families that perished in the long river of time and space.

The Song family has been passed down for so many generations, and the direct line may be gone.

Mrs. Song looked at the fake Song Zheng with hatred, got up from the ground, and grabbed him with her fingers: "It's you, it's all you!"

Jiang Feng did not stop him.

Mrs. Song is just a beginner in martial arts.

Even if the fake Song Zheng was seriously injured, Mrs. Ren Song couldn't kill him with a knife.

Just let her vent!

Half a quarter of an hour later, Mrs. Song wiped away the tears on her face and saluted Jiang Feng and the others 02: "Please avenge my husband!"

Jiang Feng sighed softly and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, this person will die, you can rest assured!"

"Thank you three!"

After Mrs. Song finished speaking, she shed tears again and stumbled towards Song Zheng's body.

The secret guard stepped forward, carrying the fake Song Zheng, and they returned to Jiang's house.

There is a secret about this person, and we must find out what kind of evil skills he practices.

The secret guard groped Song Zheng for a while, then cupped his hands and said, "Master, this person has nothing but some banknotes on him!"

Jiang Feng nodded. After all, there were only a few martial arts secrets that he carried with him. "Tell me, what kind of technique do you practice?"

Song Zheng didn't even raise his head.

He would rather die than hand over his skills to his enemies.

Therefore, he said nothing and waited for death.

If not for all the meridians in his body being blocked, he would have committed suicide.

"Hundreds of children died because of you. Don't you feel any guilt in your heart?"

Hong Qigong was so angry that he wanted to slap the person to death with one palm.

I also felt that it was too cheap for him.

Song Zheng raised his head with crazy eyes and a sarcastic look on his lips: "Guilty?"

"In the world of martial arts, the weak are the strongest, so why should I feel guilty?"

"I only complain that I acted too carelessly and fell into your hands. I want to kill or behead you, please do as you please!"

Hong Qigong's face turned red: "You are using strong words to make excuses. When will the affairs of the Jianghu involve civilians? If everyone was like you, wouldn't the world be in chaos!"

Hong Qigong's inner determination would never allow such people to appear.

"The world?"

Song Zheng murmured to himself, then laughed loudly: "What does the world have to do with me?"

He had a sneer on his face: "The major dynasties, sects, and aristocratic families have occupied almost all resources. If we want to get ahead, there are many obstacles. In this case, what does this world have to do with me?"

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He didn't think it was wrong.

This is the way it is in the world, where the weak eat the strong.

How do others act differently from him?

It's just that it's done more elegantly and the methods are more secretive.

After all, aren’t they all eating people?

Why stand up and accuse with a high-sounding face.

Jiang Feng shook his head: "Qi Gong, it's useless for you to reason with him!"

A person who regards all living beings as ants has his own values. No matter what you say, you can't change your mind.

Jiang Feng didn't expect this person to tell the secret honestly.

"Brother Jiang, it's up to you!"

Hong Qigong had no choice but to retreat to one side.

He is good at fighting, but not proficient in interrogation.

"Do not worry!"

Jiang Feng took a step forward and said softly: "To be honest, I can still have a good time if I come out. Alas! Why are you doing this?"

Song Zheng's expression changed, and his body leaned back involuntarily, "What do you want to do?"

"You claim to be a well-known and upright family, but you are also going to use torture to extract confessions?"

"We are trying to be reasonable with you, but you are acting like a hooligan with us, and we are acting like a hooligan with you, and you have to be reasonable again!"

Jiang Feng shook his head.

Wu Wuqing chuckled, and there was nothing wrong with what he said.

As a member of the Six Gates, she is not opposed to torture and extorting confessions. It mainly depends on who is targeted.

Facing an executioner who has at least hundreds of children's lives in his hands, there is no sympathy in my heart.

Jiang Feng raised his right hand, and the void condensed into ice. The water vapor in the air quickly condensed into a very thin ice flake on his hand, and a hint of cold air came from the ice flake.

With a wave of his hand, the ice flakes sank into Song Zheng's body at lightning speed.

Song Zheng was furious and said in a trembling voice: "What kind of method is this?"

The borneol entered his body, and Song Zheng suddenly felt like there were ants crawling inside his body.

It was bearable at first, but as time went by, his whole body became more and more itchy, as if thousands of ants had bitten into his bone marrow.

"Uh uh uh!"

The veins on Song Zheng's face popped out, his face was distorted, and he made a little uh-huh sound in his mouth.

The further back he went, the more unbearable it became. The pain was so severe and itchy that he finally couldn't help crying: "Kill me, please kill me!"

Wuqing looked surprised.

This is a bit like Lingjiu Palace Tianshan Tonglao's method.

Jiang Feng's words confirmed her guess: "My life and death talisman is more powerful every day. The itching and severe pain increases for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, then gradually decreases, and then increases again for eighty-one days, and the cycle starts again." , never ending, let me see how many days you can bear it.”

The Talisman of Life and Death is inherited from the Xiaoyao Sect.

There are records in Langhuan Jade Cave.

It is truly a peerless martial art used to extract confessions.

Just look at the expression on Song Zheng's face.