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It's not that the small leaves can obscure all the view, but that they don't want to see it.

Will hard work pay off?

Sorry, the world isn't so good.

Although they are all ordinary straight fists, Ying Luo uses the dual power of the divine fist created by the boxing genius Jiu Shan Anci, while the old man only uses the nameless fist that he has accumulated with experience on the battlefield for a long time.

Which is better or worse?

The skills honed by ordinary people in thirty years are never as good as the overnight epiphany of geniuses.

This is the reality.

When the fists touched, the white one was unharmed, and the stout one broke its tendons.

Blood splattered, and the two people who spilled it were bloody.

This is the gap.

Between geniuses and mortals, an insurmountable barrier!

The first attack, the first to lose an arm, how are you going to defeat me next?

Victory, it seems, has already been bagged.

But Yingluo was surprised to find that in the world of his heart, the old man did not show a trace of pain.

On the contrary, the heartbeat of "dong dong" became more and more violent.

The wind is blowing!

The miserable right hand was not cared about by the old man at all, and the pain never seemed to exist.

People are born with two hands.

Even if it is a desperate situation, there is always a glimmer of life.

No matter how humble and ordinary a person is, there will always be a place for him in this world!

The world is not beautiful, but it is fair!

Hard work may not pay off, but sometimes, hard work is a reward in itself!

"Drink!" the old man's left arm was erected, his muscles bulging high, and he slammed into Yingluo's neck.

The pain made Yingluo's eyes darken, and he was knocked out like a cannonball under the huge force, and after landing on the ground, he rolled a few times before stopping. She fell to the ground and coughed violently, blood dripping from her mouth and spilling on the snow, red and white blending with each other.

"Your fist is like a ghost, it's incredible!" the old man said in surprise as he looked at his miserable right hand.

If the injury is like this, even if it is cured, it will probably not be able to make a fist again.

But it doesn't matter, if you can make this world more stable, what is a mere hand?

"My life has long been out of my own, come, stand up, and fight again!"

The old man let out a mighty roar, as if even the wind and snow had become a little bigger, and his momentum skyrocketed for a while, like a peerless beast between the mountains and forests.

Yingluo held on to the trunk of the tree and slowly stood up.

She kept coughing, and the attack just now probably hurt her throat, and at the moment she only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and she always felt like retching.

state, even more depressed.

After hearing and vision, even the ability to speak was almost lost.

Fortunately, she jumped back in a hurry at the critical moment and unloaded a lot of strength, otherwise, she would only be a dead person at this moment, right?

If it is solid, I am afraid that my slender neck will simply break into several pieces.

"I was caught off guard. It's amazing to be able to completely ignore the pain and launch a second attack right away. Yingluo's voice was hoarse, and every time she said a word, her throat hurt as if she had been cut with a knife.

The old man's face did not show any joy after being praised, and he still said coldly: "If you suffer enough, your endurance will naturally be stronger." What's more, the beliefs I hold on to do not allow me to fall easily!"

"Is the spirit above the body again? One or two, it's like this, it's really surprising that they have the perseverance that most masters don't have. ”

"There's nothing surprising to say, it's worthless, probably just stubborn. ”

"Stubborn? Yes, but you can be stubborn to this extent. Don't you plan to change your temper, old man?"

"I'm old, my temper has long been set, don't think about changing it in this life. What's more, the old man has no intention of changing!" The old man put on a posture: "It's been too long to talk nonsense, take your life!"

As soon as the words fell, he rushed to him.

Yingluo is still coughing, and he can't see or hear, so miserable, I'm afraid it's the first time in his life.

But......

"The spirit is above the body, and I can do the same!"

Most masters can't do it, but Yingluo is not one of them.

The reason why it was not revealed before was only because there was no need to reveal it.

But that doesn't mean she can't do it.

Suppressing pain with the spirit?

There's no need for that!

The wound speaks of the opponent's strength, and the blood conveys the condition of the body.

For swordsmen, they have been close companions since the beginning!

"Come on!" Ying Luo did not flinch in the face of the attack, but met it, and the words in her mouth were still the same as just now: "Old man, be careful not to be killed by me!"

She punched the old man in the shoulder, and the blood burst out violently, but the old man didn't realize it, but instead took the opportunity to punch Yingluo, causing her to snort.

"Good guy!" blood oozed from the corner of Yingluo's mouth, which he accidentally bit the corner of his mouth under the sharp pain just now. She dodged the attack and said, "Knowing that you can't prevent it, have you decided to pay attention to exchanging injuries for injuries?"

Although the old man's wife has been dead for many years, she has no intention of continuing the string. ”

"Hahaha, nice sense of humor!" Ying Luo pushed away the opponent's attack, and then punched him in the chest, causing the opponent to take a few steps back.

The old man stood still, his face showing doubt, although this punch was full of force, it did not have the terrifying destructive power before.

Is it because of physical exhaustion, so you can't use it?

"Don't think about it, I just want to defeat you in a dignified manner!" Yingluo licked his lips: "Although you are always messing around, I just like to be upright." The dual force is too powerful, and it would be sad if the person who created this method knew that I would use it to kill people. ”

Yingluo thought of An Ci and couldn't help laughing.

His fist technique, if used to kill people, is a blasphemy.

It's supposed to be guarded!

"So, your fist against my fist, let's have a fair fight and see who falls first!"

The old man's face twitched a few times, and he said indignantly: "Do you underestimate me? I have the idea of killing you, do you think it is a teaching and art exchange between martial artists?"

The wind and snow are getting heavier and stronger, and it is almost impossible to open your eyes.

But Yingluo didn't care, she straightened her back.

"In this world, being killed is already an uncontrollable thing, and if you can't even decide whether to kill someone, it will be too sad. ”

Yingluo took a deep breath, and the cold air filled her lungs, making her drowsy brain instantly sober up a lot.

"I don't have a reason to kill you. If even you need to be killed by me, then my younger brother, Kenshin Krumura, shouldn't live in this world either. ”

"Scarlet Village Kenshin, is it the name of the sword drawer?"

"Not bad!"

"You're his sister?"

"Well, to be precise, it's Senior Sister. ”

"And why don't you kill an executioner like us?"

Yingluo smiled, and she said disdainfully: "Executioner, you think too highly of yourself, you are just a knife in the executioner's hand." ”

The sword is a murder weapon, and swordsmanship is a murderous trick.

But why, in the end, it depends on the person who holds the sword.

Whether it is Kenshin or the old man, although they have killed countless people, they are not killing for their own selfish interests.

Therefore sin is not unto death!

Although arrogant, this is Yingluo's sentence for them!

"Hahahaha!" The old man burst out laughing, but his laughter was extremely miserable: "It turns out that the old man has lived for so many years, is it just a knife in someone else's hand?"

The laughter gradually stopped, and the old man's face was frosty.

"No matter what you say, I still want to kill you, and I will never change!"

"Okay, I know!" Ying Luo hooked his fingers: "If you do it, I'll stand here and kill whatever you want!"

The weak have no control over their own destiny, and in these troubled times, they will be killed at any time.

The strong can become murderers and stand above all.

And Yingluo is the strongest of the strong.

Whether she kills or is killed, she doesn't like it.

It's just a good fight.

The wind and snow began to gradually lighten and ...... Much gentler.