Just as Wu Qing and Liao Chengzhi were desperately rushing towards the suburbs, Han Donglin had already arrived at a rocky hill in the suburbs. There was no people nearby and it was very empty.

Half a minute later, the middle-aged man also arrived here, standing dozens of meters away from Han Donglin.

"Hmph! I'm going to lose my life, and I want to protect your family! Tell you that if you offend Brother Hao, even if you die, your family will be buried with you, and they can't escape!" In the rain, the man spoke coldly at Han Donglin.

Han Donglin frowned slightly and didn't say anything.

The man was unwilling to wait any longer, stood there, suddenly reached out and made the same move as before, shouting loudly: "Thousand-silk hand!"

As the man's voice fell, countless white transparent silk threads were seen extending out quickly along his ten fingers, sweeping towards Han Donglin like a huge and dense spider web.

Each of these threads is derived from the man's internal force. This cannot be achieved without huge internal force and precise control of internal force. This is the power of a martial arts master. If you don't take action, you will be able to turn the offensive into the extreme once you take action, and you will not give anyone a chance to breathe.

When these silk threads were shot out from the man's hand, they were still moving along a straight line, but in the blink of an eye, the silk threads changed direction and moved towards the direction where Han Donglin was, as if they were a huge cocoon shell, vaguely trying to wrap Han Donglin in it.

The reason why Han Donglin has never been in a hurry to take action is to see what kind of power the so-called martial arts masters on earth have. When he saw countless white silk threads gushing out of his hand, his pupils shrank slightly, but he still did not in a hurry to take action. Although it seemed that the man's intention was to use these silk threads to wrap around his body, he always felt that the function of these silk threads would not be as simple as tying people.

After almost jumping back for a while, Han Donglin suddenly saw a thin silk thread flying in front of him. He stretched out his index finger and tried to touch the silk thread. But just as his index finger touched the silk thread, he didn't expect that the middle-aged man who was standing dozens of meters away suddenly flashed in front of him like a ghost, and punched him hard in the chest.

"Bang!"

After the man hit the punch, Han Donglin shot his whole body backwards. When he was halfway through, he adjusted his body in the air and then stood firm.

Seeing that Han Donglin had not fallen after being punched in front, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes.

Of course, Han Donglin took the man's punch without any reservation. In fact, with his strength, he could dodge the man's punch just now, but because he wanted to try the man's strength again, he chose to take the punch.

However, after taking it, Han Donglin realized that he was actually a little arrogant. Although he added a layer of defense cover to his body before the man fell into the punch, the punch that a martial arts master swung with all his might was indeed a bit powerful, and fighting hard is really not a good choice for him.

Seeing the man reaching out to control the silk threads to approach him, Han Donglin narrowed his eyes slightly. This time, he also had to use some power!

"It seems that as long as any of the threads touches your body, the other party will immediately get close to him through the thread!"

The stuffy pain from his chest made Han Donglin unable to help coughing twice. While urging the spiritual power in his body, he stretched out his right hand to make a vertical knife shape, and then gathered some of the spiritual power to the bottom of the vertical knife hand. Seeing that a large amount of silk threads had already shot in front of him, Han Donglin waved his hand and slashed at the silk threads in a mess, shouting softly: "Kongming Slash!"

Accompanied by several silver lights, a magical scene appeared in the next second!

I saw that all the white silk threads that had originally shot into Han Donglin's eyes were actually broken from the middle, and not only broke into one piece, but broke into countless pieces, as if they were cut horizontally by a sharp blade.

As mentioned earlier, these silk threads are all derived from the internal force in the man's body. Now these silk threads are suddenly cut off by Han Donglin's empty hand. The man's control of internal force suddenly lost balance. The silk threads immediately fell softly like flies without wings, and then disappeared in the air.

It was not until this time that the man reacted from the shock and his face changed drastically.

Before this, the man had always believed that Han Donglin was inferior to him, so when facing Han Donglin, he was not afraid that Han Donglin would see any flaws when he took action first, because he was confident that no matter what move Han Donglin used to greet him next, he could resolve it one by one. But now, the man suddenly realized something was wrong.

The power used by the young man in front of him does not seem to be the martial arts power he is familiar with! In other words, all his expectations for this young man before coming seemed to be true!

"What's going on?" The man stood in the air a little distance from Han Donglin, and suddenly felt a little cold sweat on his body.

The reason why he felt that the power Han Donglin used was not martial arts power because he had absolute confidence in his "Thousand-Silk Hand".

The thousands of threads derived from his internal strength look thin and soft, as if they can be broken at any time, but in fact they are extremely tough.

He was confident that even a peak Wu Zong would not use simple power to cut off the silk threads he controlled when facing his move. However, Han Donglin just used one palm to cut off the silk threads lightly, which really made him feel unbelievable.

The only explanation is that Han Donglin didn’t just use martial arts power to cut off his Thousand Wire Hand!

"But what would it be if it weren't for the power of martial arts? Is there any power in this world that is above the power of martial arts?" The man could not get any answer.

At this moment, the man heard Han Donglin chuckling and said, "You punched me just now, now, come and take me a punch too!"

After saying that, Han Donglin's figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air. The next second, when he appeared again, he had already appeared in front of the man.

With the man's astonished gaze on his face, Han Donglin punched the man directly in the chest.

The punch seemed to be swung very slowly, but the man had no time to react and could only watch Han Donglin's fist land on him.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the man was smashed to the ground by Han Donglin. Suddenly, with the man's body as the center, a hurricane spread around, blowing away the heavy rain nearby!

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the ground under the man suddenly cracked in a mesh shape, until it extended to more than ten meters away, and the cracking trend finally slowly stopped.

Time seemed to be pulled by someone. It was not until this time that the man's whole body sank down. He didn't even have time to look at the world for the last time. The man's neck tilted and he died!

A martial arts master actually died on this rainy night!

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