Chapter 19 Eighteenth time the other hand

No one can see what kind of weapon this is, there is no such weapon in the world. Liu Fenfen explained: "This is my other hand." She stretched out her slender and beautiful hand: "This hand of mine is no different from others. I use this hand to dress, eat, wash my face, and rinse my mouth. Occasionally, I also use this hand." hand to touch the man I like." "What about your other hand?" Bu Ying asked. Liu Fen smiled, and the smile suddenly became indescribably evil and mysterious: "You should all be able to see that this is definitely not a human hand." She continued word by word: "This is a magic hand, is it It was made with the magic fire from the eighteenth floor of hell."

She suddenly rolled up her sleeves, and pulled out a black steel wire from the arm joint that had been cut off at the elbow. Then she connected all the thirteen pieces of iron to her severed arm, forming a weird and ugly iron arm. The last section is a steel claw. She tied the steel wire drawn from the severed arm to the circlip pump of the last steel claw. This iron arm, which was originally made of black iron, has no blood, no flesh, and no life, suddenly becomes alive, suddenly begins to bend, twist, and can bend from any part to any direction at any time twist. The last section of the steel claw also cooperated with the movement of the iron arm, turned suddenly, and grabbed the back elbow of her own arm.

This kind of action is absolutely impossible for anyone, but she can do it. Because her hand is not a human hand at all. She suddenly turned around and looked at Xiao Fang: "Can you show me your hand?" Xiao Fang stretched out his hand. His palms are broad, firm, and dry, and his fingers are long and powerful. Liu Fenfen smiled: "You have a pair of beautiful hands, and they are very useful. When you hold the sword with these hands, it is very difficult for anyone to knock down your sword." Xiao Fang said lightly, "The sword in my hand has never been shot down."

"But what about when you don't have a sword in your hand?" Liu Fen asked, "Can you conjure a sword out of thin air?" Xiao Fang can't, and no one else can. "I can." Liu Fenfen said. Her iron arm twisted, and the steel claws popped out: "This is a sword. I have used this sword to stab through the throats of twenty-seven people." Xiao Fang said coldly, "Twenty-seven people are not too many." Liu Fen said with a grin: "Of course I killed more than twenty-seven people, because I still have incense, poisonous juice, and thirteen other hidden weapons hidden in my hand, which can be shot out at any time. Life! But no one knows when and from where it will come out."

Xiao Fang closed his mouth. No one could deny that her hand was a terrible weapon. Liu Fenfen's iron arm twisted again, and the steel claws popped out again. There was a "chi" sound, and a hole had been pierced through the three-inch-thick wooden table, and a wisp of green smoke curled out. "Now you must have seen that my sword is poisoned, and it is absolutely hopeless to see blood seal my throat." Before she could finish her sentence, the surrounding area of ​​the hole on the wooden table was completely scorched. "Now I'm ready to make a move." Her winking eyes shone like snakes and scorpions, and slowly swept across the faces of Xiaofang, Buying, and Banchaba.

Then she asked softly, "Who do you want me to attack?" "Me." A person said lightly, "I have been waiting for you to make a move." The person who spoke was not the three people she was looking at, but Old Master Song who seemed the least likely to say such a sentence. "You?" Liu Fenfen also looked surprised: "It's you?" Old Master Song sighed: "Actually, I'm a little afraid of your hand, and I don't want you to use it to deal with me. It's a pity that I am the only one who can deal with you here." Liu Fen stared at him for a long time, then smiled again.

"Only you can deal with me?" Her smile became very gentle again: "What are you going to use against me?" "Use my other hand." Old Master Song said, "You have the other hand, and so do I." "you also have?" Liu Fen looked at his pair of skinny and withered hands on the table: "Both of your hands seem to be here." Old Master Song smiled: "Your other hand is the second hand, and my other hand is the third hand." He smiled happily: "My hands are no different from others. I use them to dress, eat, wash my face, and rinse my mouth. Occasionally, I also use these hands to touch women..."

Panchabana suddenly smiled too! "What parts of a woman's body do you usually touch? You don't need to tell others about it." Old Master Song said: "But my other hand has a different purpose." His smile suddenly became very secretive: "Do you want to see my hand?" Liu Fen smiled charmingly: "I want to die." "Okay." Old Master Song said, "Just watch." His hands were originally placed on the table, with ten fingers stretched out flat. He himself was looking at his own hands. Of course Liu Fenfen had to watch it, and Wei Tianpeng and Soul Searcher couldn't help but watch it too.

The shofar lanterns swayed in the wind, and the lights kept flashing. His pair of shriveled hands suddenly changed, not only the color but also the shape, the originally bloodless hands suddenly turned blood red, the originally skinny and fleshless hands suddenly became strong and powerful, like a pair of empty skins Suddenly, it was stuffed with flesh and blood. The face of the person looking at his hands also changed. At this moment, another hand suddenly stretched out like lightning, and with a sound of "click", the iron hand on Liu Fenfen's severed arm was removed. Where did this hand come from?

This hand was already there. Everyone saw this hand on Yan Zhenggang's body, but no one thought that it was Old Master Song's "other hand". Now Liu Fenfen's iron arm is in Yan Zhenggang's hands. Liu Fenfen's expression changed drastically. "what is this?" "You've lost." Old Master Song squinted his eyes and smiled: "Three rounds of betting on winning or losing, you have already lost the first round!" "This can't be counted!" "Why can't it be counted?" Old Master Song said: "Your other hand is in the bag, and my other hand is with someone else. Both of our hands are not on us."

"But the two of you deal with me alone..." "Who said we were two people? He was the one who shot, and I didn't even move my hand." Liu Fen's girlish face seemed to have aged thirty years suddenly. This is of course a trap, but now that she has fallen, what else can she do? Wei Tianpeng's face was ashen, and suddenly said: "I admire." "You admire me?" Old Master Song smiled more happily. "Of course I admire Your Excellency's palm strength and internal strength." Wei Tianpeng turned to Yan Zhenggang: "I admire your Excellency's quickness of action even more." He suddenly sneered again!See Bu Ying sneer! "But what I admire the most is you!" "Oh." "If your Excellency hadn't said those words first, let us believe that there is a master here who can take my knife and kick me out at any time, Madam Liu may not be able to fall into their trap." Bu Ying also smiled coldly. "You still don't believe there is such a master in the world?" "Where are his people?" Wei Tianpeng asked. "right here!" "Who is he?" "I said, as soon as you draw your sword, you will know who he is." Bu Ying said: "I promise I will never let you down." Wei Tianpeng has always been calm and cautious, and has always been the most able to hold his breath. He never makes a move easily, and never does something he is not sure of. But now he had to make an exception. He had to draw his sword! With a "choke", the knife came out of its sheath. The blade was as bright as snow and frost, like thunder and lightning, with a three-foot-nine-inch long blade, with a piercing sound of wind, it slashed at Bu Ying. He never makes a shot easily, and as long as he makes a shot, he rarely misses. No one can describe the speed and power of this knife. Fast, accurate, and ruthless are not enough to describe. He has done his best with this knife, neither leaving a way for himself to retreat, nor does he want to spare the other party's life!