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Liu'er initially wanted to take Gongsun Mu's life, so she could return the justice to Grandma Chen. When he saw Song Dali kill Gongsun Mu, he couldn't help but shiver in fear. He couldn't bear to watch; he felt that Song Dali was too brutal. Seeing that Gongsun Mu had lost his life, Duan Wucun and Boss Zhuang both shouted, "Big Brother!" He angrily took out his weapon, a steel whip dancing in the air and an iron shears in his hands as he attacked from both sides. Song Dali harrumphed and pulled out a ruler from his waist. He leaned to the left and attacked from all directions.

How could Duan Zhuang and Li Jun not be angry when they saw Gongsun Mu die in front of them? The two of them had been defeated by Liu'er, and each of them was begging for forgiveness. Normally, these people did evil deeds and caused trouble in the village, but their loyalty to each other was extremely great. They respected Gongsun Mu even more. Seeing that his elder brother was dead, he was unable to suppress his rage. When ordinary people were enraged to the extreme, once their potential was activated, it would always be a somewhat abnormal action. Although the martial arts of these two were not as good as Song Dali's, they still used all of their strength to deal with a few attacks.

After a few moves, Boss Zhuang was hit twice and was barely able to hold on. Duan Wucun was also hit by a kick, causing his forehead to be drenched in sweat as he pursued with all his might. The ruler in Song Dali's hand was made of wood, so it did not take much effort to deal with the two weapons. It was as if he was holding a sharp sword, completely unharmed. He fought two alone, dodging Duan Wu Village's iron shears behind him. He raised the ruler in his hand horizontally, blocking Boss Zhuang's steel whip as he secretly channeled his internal energy in his left palm and swiftly slapped towards Boss Zhuang's abdomen. The boss felt a sudden gust of cold wind and hurriedly pulled back his whip to sweep downwards. Unexpectedly, Song Dali's palm strike was a feint, the force suddenly retracting halfway through as the ruler in his right hand took the chance to stab forward, aiming for Boss Zhuang's right shoulder. Song Dali's underlings were fast, and even though the boss had seen it clearly, how could he change his moves like he did? He could only watch as Song Dali stabbed the ruler in his right shoulder.

With a "Pu" sound, fresh blood gushed out, dyeing the right side of the boss's clothes red. The boss then gave a muffled groan, trying his best to restrain himself. When Liu'er saw this, she was slightly awed by this short fatty. Seeing that he was unyielding, the corners of Song Dali's mouth curled up. His right hand, which was holding onto the ruler, gathered inner strength as a cold and sinister aura circulated around the ruler. In the blink of an eye, Boss Zhuang suddenly let out a blood-curdling screech. His complexion turned deathly pale, as if he was as white as snow. The clothes on the right side of his body, which had been drenched in his own blood, suddenly stood up straight as if they were made of iron.

Song Dali pulled out his ruler and saw no blood spurting out. He said coldly, "Are you trying to show off? Why are you in such a sorry state?" Boss Zhuang's teeth were chattering and he could not utter a single word. Although there was a gap between him and Duan Wucun, when facing a great enemy, the two of them had to act in unison. When they saw him half dead and half alive, they hurriedly said: "Dwarf wintermelon! Are you dead? " "The boss humphed lightly in response, but whether it was a curse or a smile, it was unknown.

Before yesterday, these three people had been enjoying their lives as emperor. Today, one of them had died, and the other was half dead. Duan Wucun roared as he brandished the iron shears, shouting as he stabbed towards Song Dali's heart. This set of "metering iron scissors" was meant to hurt people step by step, so how could he measure people's heart when they were measuring clothes with others? So this move was no longer the iron shears that he was most proud of. Rather, in his extreme anger, he just wanted to take a person's life and randomly thrust out. He didn't have any moves after that. Song Dali didn't turn around. He bent his body down and swept his left leg backward. His left palm struck out simultaneously, striking out in two different directions.

Duan Wucun was aware that he was no match for Feng Zhiling, so he was prepared to die. However, he didn't dodge, and instead, he used his metal shears to stab the front of his body. With a few cracking sounds, Duan Wucun's leg was completely broken, and his body fell backwards. Song Dali's left palm followed. Seeing that there was no hope left for Duan Wucun to live, he could not take revenge. He smiled bitterly as he looked at the suffering boss and shouted: "Dwarf wintermelon!" I'll be leaving first … " And then, he closed his eyes and waited to die.

When Liu'er saw that Song Dali had injured three people in such a short time and his methods were so cruel that they couldn't be seen, she couldn't help feeling surprised and angry at the same time. Seeing that his subordinate was not sparing any face, he suddenly dashed to Duan Wu Village's side, his right hand gathering all the strength he could muster to meet Song Dali's left palm. The two of them placed their palms against each other, each feeling fearful of the other. Liu'er was shocked that Song Dali's palm was abnormally cold, like a frozen corpse. Song Dali was shocked by Liu'er's palm strike. There was actually a violent masculine strength to counter his palm strike.

After all, Liu'er had arrived late. Even though she received the palm strike and saved Duan Wu Village's life, she was still intimidated by the palm strike and couldn't stand properly. She took two or three steps back before regaining her footing. When he saw Song Dali's three palm strikes, he felt uneasy, as if he had seen them somewhere before. He then saw Boss Zhuang's injuries, as if he had been placed in an ice-cold cellar, his clothes frozen and his doubts grew. Now that he accepted the palm, he no longer had any scruples and blurted out, "Southern Mountain Snow Palm! You're from the Evil Dog Gang! "

Liu'er had been hit by Hu Dazhi's palm before and almost died on the deserted island. She was well aware of how powerful this palm technique was, and later, in the cave at the top of the mountain, the martial arts manual that Qingyang Lady had left behind also mentioned this martial arts technique. He had interacted with Hu Dazhi several times, and later on, the two of them appreciated each other and resolved their enmity. Although Liu'er didn't know this palm technique, she was still able to recognize it.

Song Dali was indeed a member of the Evil Dog Gang, nicknamed the "Three Headed Dog". He was the leader of the "Four Great Evil Hounds" of the Evil Dog Gang. Hu Dazhi was his junior brother, and his martial arts skills were far inferior to his. The Evil Dog Gang was far away in Ganzhou, and the local customs there were very different from those in the Central Plains. What they came into contact with were the foreign culture of the Western Regions and other places. In the Western legends, there was a gatekeeping dog called Cerberus. This dog had three heads, and its body was covered with poisonous snakes. It was extremely evil. Song Dali liked reading books, especially the three-headed hound. He called himself the "three-headed hound", and his style of conduct was exactly the same as the hound's. He was also unusually evil.

Song Dali was confident in his skills and had seen many things. He originally wanted to guess the origin of the six within ten moves. Although the two of them had not finished their fight and had been interrupted by the three Gongsun brothers, there was still less than one or two moves left. I have no clue about Liu'er's martial arts background, but I didn't expect him to recognize my martial arts. I was the first to guess what my family background was, and I was shocked and angry as I shouted: "Smelly brat, what did you say? You actually dare to make a fool of yourself in front of me with your insignificant cultivation experience? " Liu'er asked curiously, "Aren't you part of the Evil Dog Gang? Big Brother Hu of the Evil Dog Gang has the exact same palm technique as you. Song Dali inadvertently glanced at Daoist San Tong, his anger slightly lessened and a proud look appeared on his face as he said, "Big brother Hu? Hu Dazhi? Is he still alive? Humph! This shameless thing actually had the guts to live on in this world! It's best if I don't meet him. If I do meet him, I'll definitely clean up the mess! "

Liu'er was shocked, "This person has enmity with Brother Hu?" Crap! I accidentally said that Big Brother Hu had brought disaster upon him. "Oh, I'm so stupid!" Then, he thought again, "He just said he wanted to clean up the sect. Then he and Brother Hu should be from the same sect. If that's the case, then this person must be from the Evil Dog Gang." He then opened his mouth and said, "Looking at your age and appearance, you should be Brother Hu's Senior Martial Brother. Why did you want to harm a fellow disciple?"