Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Boom!"

But sooner or later, Luo Ming was like a thunderclap, under the light of the car, Zhao Ke could even see the sound waves stirring in the air.

It seemed to be an invisible cover that bounced the rainwater away, including the throwing knife projected by Zhao Ke, which turned its direction amidst the sound waves, and with a sound of "bang!", it plunged into the tung tree beside it.

"postman?"

When the sound waves hit, Zhao Ke's heart tightened, he had no time to dodge, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and grab it, only to see a special force in his five fingers, like a small whirlpool, sucking the sound waves in front of him into his palm.

Although it is a beginner's approach to taking the source, it is not only, it can only absorb the emotions of people as a condiment for cooking.

More importantly, this technique was originally born out of the Taoist Maoshan Sect's soul-destroying hand. It is sinister and domineering, and has extremely high lethality and defense.

It's just that after improvement, the power is not so great, but it has the ability to absorb everything.

Zhao Ke extended his palms together, the sound waves in front of him began to distort, and in a blink of an eye Zhao Ke rubbed it into a colorless sphere and held it in the palm of his hand.

Realizing that the sphere was still twisting unsteadily, Zhao Ke gently pushed down with his palm, only to see the sphere burst, and a gust of wind swept around Zhao Ke's feet centered on it.

"Good skill, young man, at such a young age, the technique of throwing knives is already at its peak. I didn't expect to be proficient in Taoist's soft palm technique. I admire it. It's just that you have to forgive and forgive others. Why must you fight to the death?"

The headlights in front of him gradually dimmed, and Zhao Ke finally saw clearly that the person in front of him was actually an old man with a black leather jacket and white hair. His face was already full of wrinkles and age spots, and he was already seventy years old.

To Zhao Ke's surprise, the weapon used by the opponent was actually a pair of palm-sized copper cymbals (bo).

While Zhao Ke was surprised, he didn't know that he was even more shocked by this elder brother. The throwing knife just now almost killed him.

And the technique displayed by the other party is also unheard of and never seen before, but it can be seen that there is a shadow of Taoist feminine palm technique in it.

If the opponent was a long-established expert, he might be able to understand, but the young man in front of him, who looked only 25 and six years old, was in the same grade as Heipang, but he didn't want to use such old-fashioned and domineering methods.

"Hey, brother dog, this Guizhou is really small, it's only been a few days, we meet again."

The familiar voice made Zhao Ke frowned, and when he glanced sideways, it turned out to be Hei Pang.

Before receiving a call from Qi Liang asking them to go to the viewing platform, a group of people rode in regardless of the heavy rain. Fortunately, the road to the viewing platform was fairly smooth, and they finally managed to catch up by riding all the way.

It's just that they didn't expect that the people in front of them were not Wu Bao's family, but Wang Gouzi, who made Heipang always gnash his teeth.

Hei Pang quickly walked up to Qi Liang, took a closer look at Qi Liang's injuries, couldn't help but frowned, turned back to stare coldly at Zhao Ke, and his voice became gloomy.

"What a ruthless hand! If you don't leave an explanation today, don't even think about leaving!"

Qi Liang's shoulder was pierced, and the bones inside were shattered. With such an injury, even if he recovers, he will be disabled. Originally, seeing that Qi Liang is a good seed, he wanted to introduce him to his senior brother as an apprentice.

I didn't expect that he would become a useless person in one fell swoop, how could Heipang not be annoyed.

For Heipang, Zhao Ke always had a feeling that he couldn't see through him, and he couldn't touch the depth of this guy several times, but Zhao Ke didn't have a good impression of this moralist.

Especially seeing him and Qi Liang walking together, there is an indescribable taste.

Although the way is different and they don't conspire with each other, but the other party chooses to be with Qi Liang, a bad guy. Could it be that he is worse than this bad guy?

I have to say that Zhao Ke felt a little jealous in his heart.

"It's up to you!"

Zhao Ke stretched out his finger, pointing at Hei Pang and the old man on the motorcycle: "Add this old country dish?"

In other places, Zhao Ke might be a little afraid of Hei Pang, but here, except for the viewing platform under his feet.

Surrounded by forests and night, Zhao Ke didn't think the two of them had much chance of winning.

"Add me!"

However, after Zhao Ke finished speaking, he saw a car light not far away shining on Zhao Ke.

Looking again, it was Cyclops' second child who had arrived, holding a sheng (sheng, a black lacquered musical instrument with several bamboo tubes spliced ​​together vertically, played by a band during funerals.)

"And I!"

Another car light came on, it was the sickly third child, holding a suona in his hand.

"Add me!"

The fourth junior sister followed behind the third child, and what she took out was a Xiao.

The headlights of the four motorcycles turned on, lighting up the entire viewing platform.

On the branch of a tree, a crow stared at the four of them and reported the situation of the three newcomers to Ke Zhao.

It was three old guys again, Zhao Ke couldn't help but feel a little weird, he didn't know who these four old guys were.

"Ahem! Brother Dog, this is our Li Village, the Big Yangko Singer Team, the four elders, is it enough?"

Hei Pang himself took out a gong from his backpack, and today he is determined not to let Zhao Ke's evil ways leave.

Zhao Ke kept a cold face and didn't say a word, but he was quickly calculating in his mind how many postal points he would need to consume to kill these people.

"Wait...wait!"

Hei Pang felt that someone was pulling him, and when he looked back, it was Qi Liang.

"stop fighting!"

Qi Liang struggled a few times but failed to stand up, and was finally supported by Heipang, and asked: "Why didn't you hit him, this guy is the one I told you, Wang Gouzi, he is an evil way! Don't be afraid, even if you fight This life, today I, Tang San, will also give you a bad breath."

"never mind!"

Qi Liang raised his head, grabbed Hei Pang's hand with his palm, and shook his head. He had really seen Zhao Ke's ruthless methods.

Qi Liang knew very well that Zhao Ke's strength was just the tip of the iceberg just now, and the postman's rule was that once he was in front of ordinary people, he could display his special ability.

Either silence, or accept punishment.

At that time, he will also be involved. Even if he wins in the end, it will be a miserable victory at best. Even in the end, he will definitely die. How can he face Heipang and the others?

During the fierce battle, do you make a move?Still silent?

He was about to enter the horror space, and just now the Holy Light Shield shattered, and he was deducted 5 points as a counterattack, leaving only 13 points in his hand.

This point is not even enough to activate the special ability of the stamp several times.

So Qi Liang knew very well that it was completely pointless to continue fighting, no matter who it was, there would be no winner.

"The life I owe you will be paid back to you. We will meet again in the future. Everyone will go their own way. Don't delay anyone."

As Qi Liang spoke, he quickly took out his phone and clicked on the video recording function of an app called Duanzi.