Yang Xianmao felt the strength of the other party, and secretly felt bad in his heart: such a fast speed, such a strong force, speed and strength are combined so well, where is he?

"Boy, are you scared?" the masked man noticed the change in his expression, and a hint of surprise was evident on his face just now, and although it was quickly hidden, it couldn't escape his eyes.

"Afraid? This word should not have been in my life. Yang Xianmao counterattacked, he pushed forward hard, pushed away the fist that was pressing on his hand, and then kicked the opponent's chest in a series of flying legs, because the opponent reacted quickly and took his chain kick with both hands.

Yang Xianmao tumbled to the ground, straightened his clothes, handed the other party a troublesome smile, and said, "How is it?

"It's not good, it doesn't hurt me in the slightest. The masked man patted the dust left on his palm, and said as he patted it, not forgetting to give a pleasant look back, but the deep meaning in that look was not shallow.

"Then come again. With that, Yang Xianmao jumped in the air again and kicked out his right leg sideways. Seeing this, the masked man immediately made a move to block it, but Yang Xianmao made a false move, retracted his legs, jumped again, jumped behind the other party, and before the other party turned around, he landed on the ground, supported the ground with one hand, and swept with a side leg.

The masked man was caught off guard, and he had no idea that he would change his moves in the middle of the process, so he was swept to the ground. The masked man fell to the ground with his hands on his hands, and with a force on his hands, he tossed and stood up.

However, can you dodge my move? Yang Xianmao made persistent efforts and strengthened his attack while the opponent was at a disadvantage. First, with one palm, the opponent blocked it with a move, and then used both hands together to attack in a row, and the opponent retreated while raising his hand to fight back.

At this time, Yang Xianmao didn't care about it, and used a palm, when the other party reached out to receive the move, the palm was quickly withdrawn, and the strength was hit, and the palm of the other party was attached together, and after three seconds of stalemate, the other party was injured by the internal force, and flew a few steps, and the black cloth on the mask was stained with blood, and it was not red, but because the blood was soaked, the color appeared darker.

It turned out that Yang Xianmao did not use internal force when he first made a move, just to lure the enemy to block, and when the opponent made a move, he withdrew his hand, and then played out, the maintenance of internal force would be longer, and the power would be greater, and the other party obviously couldn't guess his intentions, and paused when Yang Xianmao withdrew his hand, it is natural that this pause will also reduce his palm power.

After the masked man stood still, he reached under the masked cloth and wiped the corners of his mouth with his thumb, and when he reached out again, his fingertips were stained with blood. He did not fall because of this, but showed an evil smile, but unfortunately, through a piece of cloth, Yang Xianmao couldn't see it at all, if he saw it, he wouldn't have slackened.

The masked man suddenly exerted his strength, rushed towards Yang Xianmao quickly, and threw a quick punch, and before he could react, a punch landed on his chest. "Oh-" Yang Xianmao cried out in pain. Do you think that's the end of it? The masked man struck Yang Xianmao in the chin with another uppercut, and Yang Xianmao felt in pain that his mandibles were about to shatter. Also, the masked man came with another whirlwind kick that stood sideways, and although Yang Xianmao used his hand to block it, he was still kicked out and hit the trunk of the tree before falling down.

After several strong attacks, Yang Xianmao fell to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, blending with the fallen leaves and soil. Yang Xianmao slowly stood up, stretched out his tongue, and licked it, fishy, salty, and the taste buds on the tip of his tongue were filled with this taste, it didn't smell good, it wasn't good at all. He lowered his head sideways, rubbed his mouth against the fabric on his shoulder, wiped a handful of blood, and stained the clothes on his shoulder.

The moment Ye Piaopiao vomited blood on the ground, his whole heart was lifted, and he couldn't help but step forward to help him, but she only ran a few steps, but Yang Xianmao shook her head at her, not letting her step forward, she could only retract her steps and stop there.

This is a promise, a gentleman's covenant, which others have not broken, and neither can themselves. This time, though, I'm not so careless. Yang Xianmao rubbed his nose with his index finger and looked at the masked man with a smile, staring deeply, deeply, as if he wanted to see him through. He withdrew his hand, lowered it, and sneered: "You're just that, I'm not standing in front of you completely?"

"Oh, is it?" the first word of the masked man said very softly, but it was very long, but the last two words were deliberately heavy, and he said it quickly, and before he could blurt out the word "?", he hurried forward, and with luck in his palm, he moved back and forth like a wind.

Yang Xianmao's hair was disturbed by the palm wind, he lowered his head and turned sideways, the fallen leaves on the ground behind him were driven by the palm wind to fly up, turned to the left, and the opponent's palm also attacked to the left.

The right hand was more vigorous, and the other party used his left hand to hit Yang Xianmao's head, how could Yang Xianmao let him succeed? So, Yang Xianmao kicked his feet, put his hands on the ground, his head down, his feet turned up, and his legs kicked away his left and right hands, and at the same time shocked him to take a few steps back, and then tossed back, widened the distance, and stood up again.

After the other party stood firm, a flying leg in the air passed, how handsome the posture was, but unfortunately, when he was about to kick Yang Xianmao, Yang Xianmao stretched out his hands, clenched his fists, crossed and resisted, and resisted his flying legs, how great is this force, Yang Xianmao grabbed the ground with both feet, or was forced to retreat straight, scratching a deep trace on the ground, and the dry branches and leaves made a muffled sound.

After retreating a distance, his strength was reduced a lot, and Yang Xianmao took advantage of this moment, his clenched fists were released, and he quickly stretched out, his hands grabbed his legs, and he exerted force under his feet, and he just grabbed him and spun up. The rotation speed is very fast, and a whirlpool is formed from the feet, and the wind force circles the fallen leaves, which were originally invisible circles, and the fallen leaves become visible because of the blown leaves.

It's incredible, Ye Piaopiao covered his mouth in disbelief, he really couldn't imagine that he could do this kind of realm.

I don't know how many times Yang Xianmao turned, the speed was too fast, but he was about to faint, so he let go of his hand and threw the other party out heavily, if this is not in the mountains and forests, it is estimated that he can throw out of the line of sight, because there are trees blocking it, the other party just broke a few small trees, crashed into the big tree and fell, fainted. Yang Xianmao was also a little dizzy, and after letting go, he also fell to the ground, supported it with one hand, and spit it out again. After receiving, the fallen leaves in the air floated for a while before falling slowly, like rain, and where Yang Xianmao fell, those fallen leaves had already been blown up, and it was so clean that there was only a piece of land left.

This time, Ye Piaopiao ran up quickly and helped Yang Xianmao, her eyes couldn't help but be misty, and the crystal beads the size of beans slipped from the corners of her eyes, pitiful.

Yang Xianmao looked at Ye Piaopiao, always felt so unreal, more surprised, I didn't expect that she was about to cry, her tears were so rare, such a cold person, and now she shed tears for herself.

Yang Xianmao stretched out her right hand tremblingly, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the tip of her index finger, which was warm, it was a real touch, and a warm current swept through her heart, and her heart was full of smiles, overflowing, and showing to her face, Yang Xianmao grinned stupidly, which was completely inconsistent with his weak and pale face.

Ye Piaopiao actually pinched a corner of his sleeve and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth for him, his movements were extremely gentle, but Yang Xianmao was stupid and stunned.

"Are you okay?" Yang Xianmao asked in a daze,

"Hmm, shouldn't I ask you this? But you were beaten stupid?" Ye Piaopiao frowned, looked at Yang Xianmao very seriously, and was really afraid that he was broken, he smirked just now, and now he came to such a sentence inexplicably, and he really affirmed his thoughts.

"Oh, I'm fine, really, I don't believe it. Yang Xianmao walked out of a stunned state, and when she saw her frowning, probably because she cared about herself, she immediately opened her mouth to explain, and then stood up, patted her clothes, and spread her hands, indicating that she was fine.

"Eh, don't move, okay?" Ye Piaopiao got up, put his hands on his shoulders, and held him down to prevent him from moving.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, it's okay!" Yang Xianmao saw that the other party still didn't believe him, and interjected again.

"Okay, okay, can't you settle down if you're fine?" Ye Piaopiao really felt that he couldn't stand this person's virtue, so he couldn't help but sigh?

Yang Xianmao didn't move after this effort, calmed down, and thought about more questions. Yang Xianmao walked to the place where the masked man fell, his face towel did not fall, it was tied very tightly and steadily, was the person faint or dead? Yang Xianmao squatted down and reached out to touch his pulse.

Ye Piaopiao followed behind Yang Xianmao, walked up to him, and asked, "Are you dead?"

Yang Xianmao shook his head and said lightly: "No, I fainted, my pulse was beating, and I was very weak." ”

Ye Piaopiao was very curious about what this person looked like, so he stretched out his slender hand, and when he was about to remove his face towel, he was held down by Yang Xianmao's hand. Doubts crept into his heart, looked at Yang Xianmao, and asked puzzledly, "Why?"

"Since he is covering his face, he must not want us to know who he is. Yang Xianmao looked at the masked man and added: "He didn't want to take my life, otherwise, I can't stay now, I want to respect him." ”

"Don't you want to see what he looks like?" Ye Piaopiao felt that he couldn't figure out Yang Xianmao.

Yang Xianmao didn't want to know who he was, but he was conflicted in his heart, he had a strong feeling that if he uncovered this scarf, the nightmare would continue to haunt him, so it was better not to know what the face under the black cloth was like, and it was more important to live in the moment.

Yang Xianmao didn't answer her question, turned around, walked away two steps, turned around, and said to Ye Piaopiao, who was still thinking about things: "No, not at all, I think, we should leave before he wakes up." ”

Ye Piaopiao came back to his senses, since the other party didn't care, what did he care about? After figuring it out, he also followed.

In this way, two footprints, one large and one small, one deep and one shallow, stepped on this forest.