"Doctor, how is my son's injury?"

Outside the house, Ding Jianyi's old face was full of worry.

The doctor, with an old face and a wisp of goat's whisker under his chin, said with a pale beard.

"Your son's chest and abdomen were hit by gravity, a few ribs were broken, and his internal organs were also injured, but it's not a big deal, just take care of it. ”

Ding Jian was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"But ......"

The doctor hesitated, pondered his words, and his voice changed.

"But what?"

Ding Jianyi's anxiety and worry suddenly surfaced on his face again.

"Your son's legs...... The flesh and blood were broken by sharp weapons, and the muscles and veins were too badly damaged, and I am afraid that I will not be able to walk like ordinary people in the future. ”

"You...... Do you mean that my son will be lame in the future?"

Ding Jianyi's face changed greatly, as if he heard bad news, his lips stammered and asked.

"Yes. The doctor nodded.

"Impossible!

"Quack, you quack!

I'm going to find another doctor to diagnose again, and my son will never be lame!"

Ding Jianyi waved his hand violently, pointed at the doctor, his eyes were red, and he yelled!

The doctor looked frightened, frightened by his terrible appearance, and took a few steps back.

"Master, Senior Brother Ding is awake!"

At this time, the voice of a martial arts hall disciple came from inside the room.

Ding Jianyi left the doctor, turned around and ran back to the house.

On the bed, Ding Jun's face was pale and he opened his eyes weakly.

"Water...... I want water......"

"Water, bring it up!"

Ding Jianyi sat on the edge of the bed, turned his head and shouted anxiously at the disciples on the side.

He turned his head, his eyes filled with hatred, and asked in pain.

"Jun'er, tell your father, is it that the one surnamed Li kidnapped you and tortured you in every way!"

The other martial arts disciples waited in the room for Ding Jun's answer.

"No, father, it's Liang Hao!

It was he who tortured and forced me to ask about Linghe Gong and injured me like this!

cough cough cough ......"

As he spoke, Ding Jun's face turned red and became excited, his eyes showed terrible hatred, and he choked for a while!

"Liang Hao?"

Ding Jianyi looked surprised, and he only remembered Liang Hao who had been ignored by him at this time.

When he disappeared, Liang Hao and Ding Jun disappeared together, why do you only see Ding Jun but not Liang Hao now.

"Where's Liang Hao?

Ding Jianyi turned his head to look.

Several martial arts hall disciples who had found Ding Jun earlier looked at each other.

"Master, we only found Senior Brother Ding, but we didn't see Senior Brother Liang, and we don't know where he went. ”

"Liang Hao had a premeditated plan, and he had long resented his father for not passing on his Linghe Gong, he got the Linghe Gong from me, and he must have fled immediately!"

Ding Jun said.

"Is it really Liang Hao?

What a wolf with ambition and an uncooked beast!

I taught him Crane Punch, and he was not satisfied!

I did this to you!"

Ding Jianyi was furious, gritted his teeth, and his words revealed terrifying killing intent.

"The old man must have killed him!"

As he spoke, his eyes moved, as if he remembered something.

"And that Li Yue, if he hadn't injured you, how could that white-eyed wolf have a chance, and how could your leg be lame?"

Ding Jianyi said angrily.

"Lame?"

Ding Jun was struck by lightning.

"What's wrong with my leg?"

"Jun'er, your legs are just as hard as they used to be. ”

Ding Jianyi hesitated bitterly.

In fact, he knew that the old doctor outside the door was basically one of the best doctors in the city, and it was not an incurable disease, how could such a simple injury be misjudged, he just didn't want to accept the fact that his son was going to become lame.

"How so? impossible!"

Ding Jun shook his head vigorously, and it was even more difficult for him to accept.

He couldn't imagine himself limping with a folding fan.

"Li Yue!

Dad, I want them to die, I want them to die!"

Ding Jun's hair was scattered, his eyes were bloodshot, roaring like a beast, and his body exuded a crazy killing intent.

"The old man will write to your eldest brother and ask him to rush back from Linghe Gate!

Kill the one surnamed Li first, and then chase after Liang Hao to avenge you!"

Ding Jianyi saw his son's appearance, his expression was painful, and he said fiercely.

His eldest son Ding Hong is better qualified than his youngest son Ding Jun, so he sent people to Linghemen to learn martial arts since he was a child, and with his status as an enshriner, he let his eldest son worship under an elder.

"Kill, kill, kill!

Kill them all!"

Ding Jun's expression was hideous and twisted, and he roared in a low voice.

The martial arts disciples in the house couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle for a while because of this crazy resentment and killing intent.

......

In the evening, dark clouds cover the moon.

Li Yue dragged his slightly tired body back to the rented courtyard.

After washing his body, he fell asleep in bed with a knife.

There are more disciples of the Flying Fish Martial Arts Hall than the disciples of the White Crane Martial Arts Hall, and many of them have come from other counties to learn the arts.

In one afternoon, he had already fought with nearly one-third of the disciples of the Flying Fish Martial Pavilion.

But it's worth the effort.

He estimated that he would be able to make this flying fish knife technique a small success tonight.

In the dream world, the moon is like a jade plate, sprinkling clear light.

Li Yue's figure appeared, and his eyes turned to a figure not far away.

Ordinary appearance, medium stature, holding a wooden knife in his hand, full of murderous intent.

When he and the disciples of the Flying Fish Martial Arts Hall sparred, both sides made wooden swords.

Therefore, the disciple of the Flying Fish Martial Arts Pavilion who reappeared in the dream realm was also holding a wooden knife at this time.

The long knife was stuck on the ground, Li Yue's expression was cold, and he jumped to kill with his bare hands.

Relying on the advantage of weapons, it is not interesting to fight.

Take this opportunity to hone your experience in fighting enemies with your bare hands!

Boom!

Within two or three moves, this disciple of the Flying Fish Martial Arts Pavilion was killed by Li Yue.

A blue light emerges from the corpse.

"Sure enough, it's blue. ”

Li Yue stepped forward to pick it up.

In his opinion, the Flying Fish Knife Technique was more powerful than the Yan Ling Knife Technique and the Wind Knife Technique that he knew before, and it was not surprising that it was a blue-level knife technique.

Now that I look at it, it's really good.

"Five-day Flying Fish Knife Cultivation ......"

Some are few, but it doesn't matter, there are still many Flying Fish Martial Arts Hall disciples waiting for him.

Li Yue looked not far away, where a figure holding a wooden knife quickly appeared.

"Kill"

The other party burst into shouts and swung a knife to kill!

Li Yue unleashed the Dacheng Crane Fist, his body was like the wind, and his fist was like an arrow, and he met it brazenly.

Time flew by, and one after another corpses fell under his fist.

When he was tired, he killed himself and recovered

Li Yue tensed his spirit, regarded the wooden knife as a real knife that could kill people, and tried his best to dodge it before making a move.

In the constant battles with the disciples of the Flying Fish Martial Arts Pavilion, his experience in fighting enemies with weapons in his bare hands skyrocketed.

After the fall of thirty or forty corpses.

Li Yue picked up the blue light cluster and muttered in a low voice.

"The Flying Fish Knife Technique has finally been completed!"

A different figure appeared, holding a long knife that was cold and sharp, exuding a dangerous aura.

The owner of the Flying Fish Martial Arts Hall, Shen Pengyu!

At this point, Li Yue frowned and looked at it, feeling a hint of threat to his life!

Shen Pengyu used a real knife when practicing his knife technique, and he still didn't pull out the knife on the ground. 、

It was not necessary to face the disciples of the Flying Fish Martial Arts Pavilion before, but now it is impossible.

So far, his flying fish knife technique has only been a small success.

It's better to use the crane punch with bare hands!

"Holding a knife will only lead to faster death!"

Li Yue looked solemn and jumped to attack!

Shen Pengyu turned his long knife and also swung his knife to kill!

The long knife burst through the air and let out a screeching sound.

The body of the Sen Leng knife flew up and down in the moonlight, swept left and right, like a flying fish, difficult to catch, full of murderous and aggressive!

Even though Li Yue's Dacheng Crane roared his fist, his body was like a smart white crane driven by the wind, and he was also known for his speed, and his flying fish knife technique against Shen Pengyu was still dwarfed, and he was injured after just a dozen moves.

Swish!

A silver sword shadow flashed.

Li Yue snorted, took the initiative to take a few steps back, touched the knife wound on his chest, looked at the blood on his hands, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

He estimated that Shen Pengyu's sword technique had reached the consummation realm, and it was stronger than his fist cultivation!

When the internal strength of the two sides is not very deep, they suffer a loss in the face of weapons with their bare hands, and they are not as subtle and sharp as the other party in terms of moves, and the situation is very bad.

"But...... Fortunately, his internal strength is not deeper than mine. ”

After fighting more than a dozen moves, Li Yue could feel that Shen Pengyu's internal strength was only seven or eight years old.

And it seems that practicing internal strength is a big road commodity, and the internal strength of seven or eight years is equivalent to the power of his Linghe Gong in five years.

"If the sword technique is better than my fist technique, and the internal strength is deeper than mine, then there is really no need to fight!

Right now...... There's still a chance!"

Li Yue regrouped, his eyes were cold, and he swung his fist to kill!

Although his fist technique is not a great success, and Shen Pengyu's sword technique has reached the transformation realm, he has another advantage.

He can also use the flying fish knife technique performed by Shen Pengyu, and his attainments are not low, reaching a small success.

He was very familiar with the moves of the Flying Fish Knife Technique, but Shen Pengyu was not familiar with his Crane Singing Fist!

This made Shen Pengyu's threat to him drop a lot!

On the wilderness, two figures collided quickly!

The shadow of the fist and the shadow of the knife are intertwined, you come and go, fierce and fierce!

The blade breaks through the air, and the fist roars, which makes the scalp tingle!

Gradually, Li Yue fell into the disadvantage.

After dozens of moves, Li Yue, who had been stabbed several times before, was finally stabbed through the chest and fell to the ground weakly......

Under the bright moon.

Opening his eyes again, Li Yue frowned.

Regarding the matter of being killed by Shen Pengyu, except that it didn't feel good to be killed, he was quite calm in his heart.

Li Yue didn't expect to defeat Shen Pengyu in one go.

In the fight, he was not completely crushed.

Li Yue also injured Shen Pengyu, although the injury was not serious.

But this also means that the gap between him and Shen Pengyu is not so big that he can't be defeated.

"As long as I can hurt you, with the advantage of being able to do it all over again indefinitely, I will always be able to kill you once!"

Li Yue's eyes were sharp, staring at the knife-wielding figure not far away.

Call!

A night breeze blew across the land.

Li Yue suddenly moved, kicked under his feet, his body was like the wind, his momentum was fierce, and he swung his fist again to kill Shen Pengyu.

It seems to be a reincarnation, before it was the disciples of the Flying Fish Martial Arts Pavilion who died under his fist, but now he fell under the knife of Shen Pengyu, who was the owner of the Flying Fish Pavilion, again and again.