The old man squirted out his blood and frightened Zhuge Ye and others in an instant.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you vomiting blood?"

"Brother Huang has always been healthy. How could he suddenly vomit blood for no reason?"

People who practice martial arts have to practice hard almost every day, otherwise the martial arts that have been practiced with great difficulty will gradually decline.

Whether a person's kung fu is high depends mainly on two points. One is whether his body is still strong. If it is not strong, then when it comes to fighting, both speed and strength will decline to a certain extent.

The second is the ability to adapt to changes and some tricks.

Therefore, since this old man named Huang is a martial arts master, his body is naturally unquestionable.

The blood vomiting for no reason is probably related to the palm of Rakshasa just now.

"You did it?" Looking at Rakshasa, Zhuge Ye's face was very complicated.

In addition to fear, the more I dare not believe.

Rakshasa did not speak, but just looked at Zhuge Ye calmly, his eyes full of contempt.

Puff.

At this moment, the old man named Huang vomited another mouthful of blood from his mouth.

After two consecutive mouthfuls of essence and blood were sprayed out, a pale look appeared on the old man's face, and the qi and blood on his face disappeared instantly, and replaced by pain in his face.

"Brother Huang."

Someone in the crowd was relieved and hurriedly ran over and supported the old man named Huang because he could see that the old man named Huang seemed to be unable to support him.

"Brother Huang, are you okay?" an old man asked with concern.

When the old man surnamed Huang was about to speak, he spat out a mouthful of essence and blood in his mouth. This was already the third mouthful of essence and blood he had spit out.

After the three mouthfuls of essence and blood were squirted out, the old man named Huang had no more color on his body.

The whole person seemed to be dead.

If someone hadn't helped him, he would have fallen to the ground and could not afford to beat the ground at this moment.

"this....."

Everyone's faces became extremely solemn.

Everyone glanced at the old man named Huang, then looked at Rakshasa, with fear in their eyes.

"Does it mean..."

Holding the master surnamed Huang, he suddenly lifted up his clothes with the eldest son Huang.

I saw a bright red slap on the chest of the old man named Huang.

And this slap seal was left by Rakshasa on him.

Seeing this scene, everyone almost concluded that Brother Huang’s three mouthfuls of essence and blood were caused by Rakshasa.

"It's internal strength."

Among them, an experienced old man took a deep breath and said, "What Rakshasa used just now was internal strength."

Internal strength?

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent.

Immediately afterwards, a big discussion was shattered.

"He actually practiced internal energy, how is this possible? Isn't it said that internal energy is just a lie in the legend? How could someone practice it?"

"Yes, even the old angel from Wudang Mountain has been practicing martial arts for nearly a hundred years, but has not practiced internal energy. He has been exploring all his life. He is so young, how could he practice internal energy?"

"Impossible, I don't believe it."

"This matter is already in front of you. You don't believe it yet. Can you not see it yourself? Brother Huang is obviously suffering from serious internal injuries. Didn't I say that even if you punch Brother Huang with all your strength, can you spit out three mouthfuls of blood?"

"Third punches can't be."

"Yes, to get Brother Huang out of internal injuries, how much strength does it take? The strength must be penetrated through the body and hit the internal organs severely, so that you will suffer internal injuries and vomit blood."

"If it is an ordinary child or a weak person, we can vomit blood by spitting it out, and we can do it even if we work hard, but Brother Huang's body is so tough...."

Thinking of the Rakshasa palm that was lightly described just now, everyone's scalp was a little numb.

It seems that Rakshasa did not use much effort.

But even so, Brother Huang's body was directly destroyed.

Snap instantly!

Yes, it's instant kill!

Brother Huang was killed instantly!

Rakshasa killed Brother Huang in seconds with just one move!

"This person has reached the legendary realm. Even if we join forces, we may not be his opponent, right?" At this time, someone retreated and said it directly.

Internal strength.

A legendary illusory existence, a state that no one has ever reached.

But the Rakshasa in front of me seemed to have reached it.

Once this news spreads, the entire world will be shocked.

Zhuge Ye's face was also blue and purple. He looked at Rakshasa and asked hesitantly: "What you used just now... is really internal energy?"

Zhuge was also scared, completely scared.

"I don't know what internal energy is."

Rakshasa looked at Zhuge Ye and said lightly.

Zhuge also frowned and said, "Don't be fucking pretending to be confused by me. The palm you just slapped just now was using internal energy."

"Oh, it turns out that's internal strength." Rakshasa smiled foolishly.

"court death!"

Suddenly, Zhuge Ye took out a gun from his hand.

Zhuge also thought to himself, so what if you have internal strength? So what if you have high martial arts skills?

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

What's more, I have a gun in my hand, haha.

Unless your body reaches the point of being invulnerable to swords and guns, otherwise you will definitely die if you are hit by my bullet.

Nobody's body can resist bullets.

So in Zhuge Ye's heart, Rakshasa is dead this time.

Luo Shasha looked at Zhuge and smiled faintly: "You were so despicable three years ago, but I didn't expect that today, you still haven't changed at all."

"Whether despicable or noble, my goal is to kill you and take your life."

"You are just a gangster and have no right to talk about whether it is despicable or not. In your world, isn't the winner the winner the king?"

Zhuge also snorted and laughed: "You are not from the martial arts world. I don't have to tell you any principles or rules. As long as you can kill you, you can."

The moment Zhuge also took out the gun, all the old men showed a hint of contempt on their faces.

They are all conservative martial artists, and the one they hate the most is hot weapons.

If you can't beat someone, you can just pull out your gun. What's this?

Although he was dissatisfied, Zhuge also wanted money and power, and no one dared to say anything more.

"Rakshasa, you're dead this time."

Zhuge also snorted.

"Yeah?"

Rakshasa shook his head: "Do you think your bullet can hit me?"

After saying that, Rakshasa took the lead. He poked out with one hand and looked towards Zhuge, and Zhuge did not neglect at all. Although his marksmanship was not as powerful as monkeys, he was also a master of gun use.

In fact, when Zhuge also secretly challenged masters in the world, he had secretly used overheating weapons, namely guns, more than once.

There were two guys who were better than Zhuge, who were both shot and killed by Zhuge.

But Zhuge also handled the body very clean afterwards, so no one knew about it.

Zhuge also pulled the trigger directly without any hesitation, and Rakshasa's head was like a phantom, directly dodging his bullets.

The distance between Zhuge and Rakshasa was too close. Zhuge also pulled the trigger was not as fast as that of Rakshasa.

Click!

With a click, Rakshasa directly pinched Zhuge Ye's arm and crushed the joints inside his arm.

Everyone took a breath and did not come forward to help.

A master who cultivates internal strength is not something they can deal with, especially Brother Huang’s example, which is placed before them alive. They dare to take action.

No one wants to be the next one.

This is a mystery and a legend about how powerful the master of internal strength is.

No one knows how big the gap is, but it is definitely not small.

Zhuge is also the most powerful among them, but in the hands of Rakshasa, he was captured directly as if he was caught by an eagle and had no strength to resist.

The gun in Zhuge also had just been snatched by Rakshasa and was broken up in a few seconds.

"Zhuge Ye, do you have any last words?" Rakshasa asked with a cold face.
Chapter completed!