Great Slaughter System

hum! A palm wind hit Shen Lang's chest directly, even the skirt of Shen Lang's chest fluttered.

"Master, hide quickly."

Shen Qing's face was pale, and she screamed.

Shen Lang looked at the palms that were getting closer, and smiled strangely.

"Huh?" Seeing Shen Lang's weird smile, Uncle Fu frowned, and he didn't turn back when he opened his bow. Even if Shen Lang had a conspiracy, he was in no hurry to dodge it.

Suddenly, Shen Lang stretched out two palms on both sides of his body, and the palms were surrounded by green lights.

"Xuan Ming Divine Palm"

Uncle Fu's palm and Elder Xuanming's palm collided with each other with a bang, like a thunderous sound, blasting in people's ears.

Where Elder Xuan Ming and Uncle Fu faced each other's palms, the air twisted for a while.

"drink!"

"Xuan Ming Mo He"

Xuan Ming and the elders gave a low shout, and a cold breath rose from the two of them.

"Pfft..." Uncle Fu spat out a bloody arrow, and his face turned pale instantly.

Xuan Ming's true energy instantly climbed onto Uncle Fu's cheeks, and a trace of green energy emerged.

Xuanming Zhenqi is extremely yin and cold, if there is no magical power of Zhiyang and Zhigang, it will not be cleared at all. Judging from Fu Bo's appearance, it is estimated that Xuanming Zhenqi has invaded the lungs.

"Presumptuous, stop for me."

A majestic shout came from a distance.

A majestic man in a gold silk robe walked over with a gloomy expression.

The two elders Xuanming received Shen Lang's signal, and they both collected their strength together, retreated behind Shen Lang, and stared vigilantly at Shen Wuhui who was approaching.

Uncle Fu was already seriously injured, and just now he supported himself with one breath, but now that the two elders Xuanming withdrew his kung fu, he couldn't hold it anymore, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

Behind Shen Wuhui, two figures flew out, came to Shen Teng and Uncle Fu, and checked the injuries.

"Shen Wuhui..." Shen Lang couldn't help squinting his eyes when he saw the person coming.

"My lord, the young master is fine, he just suffered a little internal injury." The warrior who flew to Shen Teng's side said with a sigh of relief.

Shen Wuhui's gloomy complexion softened a little, and he let out a nasal voice, "En."

It's a pity that before everyone's hearts fell back to their stomachs, the warrior who checked Uncle Fu said with a sad and indignant expression: "My lord, Uncle Fu is dead."

"Whoosh..." Shen Wuhui moved, and instantly came to Fubo's side, put his palm on Fubo's back, and sent out a strong qi.

"Pfft..." Fu Bo coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his pale face became a little rosy.

When Shen Wuhui's people saw that Fu Bo's face turned rosy, they all smiled, but Shen Wuhui, who sent Fu Bo's true energy, became even more gloomy.

Uncle Fu looked at Shen Wuhui weakly: "My lord, don't waste your energy. My own body, I know, the chilly qi just now has caused damage to my internal organs. Even if the medicine king comes, there is no way to recover."

"Master, I can no longer serve the young master. I hope you will care more about the young master in the future. In fact, the young master also hopes to get your...your care."

After saying this, Fu Bo tilted his head and died.

Shen Teng, who was helped over by someone, stood there in a daze, just staring at the dead Uncle Fu, a scene of scenes flashed in his mind continuously, there were pictures of Uncle Fu holding his kind smile when he was a child, and Uncle Fu pleading for him when he made a mistake.

"Ah!" Shen Teng raised his head to the sky and roared, rolled his eyes, and fell backwards.

"Young master, young master." The martial artist who was supporting Shen Teng checked it in a hurry, and said after making sure that there was nothing serious: "Master, young master just passed out from grief, there is nothing serious."

Shen Wuhui's expression has calmed down, no anger or sadness can be seen at all, he just waved his hand and asked someone to take Shen Teng down to rest.

Seeing this scene, Shen Lang couldn't help but feel cold.

"Shen Wuhui, it's not easy. It seems that I have to be more vigilant, otherwise anyone who is stared at by a poisonous snake will feel bad."

"Ding"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining nine killing points."

"Hey! It turns out that Uncle Fu is actually the peak of Houtian, no wonder he was able to resist Xuanming and Elder Xuanming for so long." Shen Lang thought to himself.

Shen Wuhui looked at Shen Lang expressionlessly: "Uncle Fu, you have always taken care of me when I was young. Later, when I grew up, Uncle Fu took care of Teng'er again. I didn't expect to die at your hands today."

"It's ridiculous, ridiculous."

After talking about it, Shen Wuhui actually laughed, but no matter how Shen Lang looked at it, why did he feel uneasy.

"Nephew, you're not bad, you're really good, we all misjudged you, we didn't expect that you, who had no sharpness since childhood, turned out to be the greatest genius in our Shen family, Shen Wuming is really a blessing." Shen Wuhui said half admiringly, half sighing.

Shen Lang pondered for a while, then raised his head and said: "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop, but this world is so cruel, and some things can override emotions. I want to know what happened last night, is it uncle's intention?"

The things that Shen Lang said are above emotions are rights and desires. As for the matter of assassinating him, Shen Lang asked for the original owner of the body.

Shen Wuhui's eyes flashed a gleam, and he took a deep look at Shen Lang: "Although I am very dissatisfied with your father, I haven't reached the point of taking action against you."

"Huh?" Shen Lang frowned, he believed that Shen Wuhui would not lie to him, because with Shen Wuhui's conceit, he didn't bother to lie to him, then this matter was a bit weird, only Shen Wuhui in the whole family had a grudge against his father, others had to endure even if they had resentment.

Shen Wuhui can contradict Shen Wuming, but if someone else dares to contradict, they may not survive the next day, let alone attacking him, it is purely courting death, suppressing this clueless matter, now is not the time to think about it, let's deal with the immediate matter.

"Lang'er, I won't make things difficult for you today, but your two subordinates must give me an explanation today. Uncle Fu can't die in vain." Shen Wuhui said without any doubt.

Swish! A few fighters rushed out behind Shen Wuhui in an instant, surrounding Shen Lang and the others.

Shen Lang glanced at them with a gloomy face, and shouted in a cold voice: "Go away, or I will let you all die without a place to bury you."

The warriors around were scared by Shen Lang's aura and took a step back. They were all guests or guards of the Shen family, and now the conflict between Shen Wuhui and Shen Lang made them wonder what to do.

Shen Wuhui's most powerful contender for the patriarch, Shen Lang, the young patriarch of the Shen family, both of them have high status, but they glanced at each other and became firm.

"Take it!" With a loud shout, several people rushed towards the elder Xuanming in an instant.

"Hmph! You two are going to kill me, don't hold back." Shen Lang said coldly.

The blue lights of the two elders Xuanming's hands rose, and they pushed them out with a bang.

The faces of the few people who rushed up changed, and they all raised their hands and used their internal energy to meet them.

The internal force of the four people of "Peng" collided with the Xuanming Divine Palm of the elder Xuanming, and a ripple rippled instantly.

Shen Lang's kung fu was running, and he led Shen Qingfei back.