Section XXI

There was a soft sound of "whoosh", and a glimmer of electric light appeared in the darkness. It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of voice is as light as a mosquito, but for Yang Yi, it is like five thunderbolts.

Although his true qi is inferior to Heisan's, if he resists desperately, he can always stalemate for a while. At this time, as soon as it was guided, the two true qi rolled back at the same time, entered through Shangyang, and arrived at the Purple Palace through Lieqi, Tianfu, and Yunmen, as if the momentum was like a broken bamboo, and it did not stagnate for a while, rushing towards the Yin Hall.

This kind of backlash force is too damaging to the body. Yang Yi only felt that the meridians in his body were broken inch by inch, and he was in pain to death. He could still bear it there, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth, spraying black three and one all over his face.

Hei San was taken aback, and then rejoiced: "This kid doesn't want to die, this kind of method is purely looking for death." ”

The seventh section is a big hurdle. Impacting the seventh rank is the lifelong wish of all martial artists below the seventh rank. But those who can go to the seventh stage will not take one out of a hundred, why? Because the stakes are just too great.

In view of this, at the time of advancement. Martial artists are cautious, in addition to finding someone to protect the Fa, they also have to adjust their essence, qi, and spirit. In order to be in the best condition. Even if there are elders who are willing to help you, it must be done step by step with the same attributes. But even so, it still happens all the time. It can be a strange disease, a cripple, or even a life. The face of the fire warrior for a long time, Deng Ge's fear of cold, and Liao Qing's forgetfulness are all living examples.

Yang Yi is talented and intelligent, and he has been trapped in the late fourth stage for many years. After getting Wu Ming's guidance, he has made rapid progress in the past few years, so his mentality is inevitably arrogant, and he underestimates the strictness of the fork. Although this move has the meaning of breaking the jar, it is actually a bit of luck on his part.

"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you."

The thought of surprise only turned in Hei San's mind, and he decided to send Yang Yi back to the west. He was lucky in his right palm, and he was waiting to blow Yang Yi to a smash with one palm. Next door, there was a sudden high-pitched scream.

"Ah......h

The voice was terrible, like a cuckoo crying blood, and in the dark night, it was like a hell's ghost. Hei San was suddenly startled, and hurriedly looked up, but except for the big hole in the roof, it was dark all around, and there was nothing to see.

The master has made a move, and the difference is a millimeter, and the loss is a thousand miles. After delaying this for a while, Yang Yi under him suddenly spurted out another mouthful of blood, this mouthful of blood was very different from just now, the fishy wind was wrapped in a strong wind, like a sharp arrow, extremely fast. Between the two, there is just a fire fork and a long sword, the two sides face each other, but they are separated by a fist, how can they dodge?

There was a sharp pain on his face, and then his eyes went black, and he couldn't see. He was horrified, and just as he was about to react, Yang Yi under him moved.

At this time, the risk is not stated. Yang Yi's move was also lifeless, he only felt that his whole body was like a fire, his meridians had been swollen to the point of bursting, and his brain was even more buzzing. Because of this, he didn't hear the terrible scream next door. In this way, the effect of the cry on him was naturally negligible, or even none. He was supposed to close his eyes and wait to die, but Hei San suddenly stopped. Although I don't know why, it is a matter of life and death, and naturally I can't give up lightly. At that moment, his heart was horizontal, and he bit his teeth, and the only remaining true qi in his body was entangled into a stream, and he rushed straight towards the Yin Hall, which had been rushed to the ground......

Yang Yi's body was full of golden light, his left palm suddenly stretched out, and one palm pressed on Hei San's chest. Hei San was caught off guard, where he could withstand such a palm force, he was hit in the chest by a strong seal, and he was thrown to the side with a miserable scream, and with a "bang", the other person hit a wall, and then he was inexhaustible and fell into another room. The wall was also broken with a big hole.

Yang Yi stood up, and at this time, the remnants of bricks and tiles on the roof were still falling, falling on his head from time to time, but he was unconscious, and almost wanted to look up to the sky and howl.

I'm finally seven paragraphs.

With one arrow step, he had reached the edge of the big hole that Hei San had knocked open, and with a flicker of sideways, the person was like a light smoke, and he had reached another room, and then looked around.

Killers like Hei San are ruthless, especially for Mrs. Tian, and they can't keep it. Hei San was imprinted on his chest with a strong palm, and I am afraid that ten percent of his life will also be gone. Although he is also seriously injured internally, he should now take advantage of the victory to pursue, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and he can't take care of the injuries on his body.

The two fought from the ground to the roof, and from the roof to the ground. The house was shaken to the point that there was dust everywhere, purlins, tiles, and the like, and it was a mess. And the black three is gone? He gritted his teeth, although the assassin was good at concealment, but he was seriously injured, he would not be able to run far, as long as he concentrated and turned the neighborhood upside down, he would definitely be able to pull this guy out. At that moment, his body froze.

Behind him, there was a milky cry of a baby's milk.

This courtyard is not big, and he and Hei San fought in the dark. Before I knew it, I broke back into Xiaobi's bedroom. He only reacted when he heard the baby's cry.

Mrs. Tian has already given birth?

He was overjoyed, and turned abruptly, but as far as the eye could see, the person froze.

Mrs. Tian had rolled from the head of the bed to the bottom of the bed, and was sitting on the bed pedal at this time.

The dark night is like a tide, and it is more like water. The oil lamp next to it emitted an orange light, forming a small circle of light, quietly protecting the woman from the darkness. And Mrs. Tian fluffed her head, bowed her waist, curled up in a ball, and her hair was full of messy hair that covered most of her body.

Could it be that Mrs. Tian has been?

He only felt that his scalp was fried, and he still had to search for some assassin there. grabbed the fire fork and gently and cautiously moved towards Xiaobi. As he got closer, the qiē in front of him became clearer. Xiaobi's body was almost red with blood, but her body was stiff and couldn't move, and in her arms, there was a baby covered in blood.

seemed to feel that Yang Yi was coming, and the baby cried again. Xiaobi's hand moved slightly, making the child a little more comfortable. The baby stopped crying again.

Yang Yi has been fighting in the north and south in the past few years, and the number of people killed by him with his own hands is at least double ten, and the bloody scenes are even more seen. But now he stood there dumbfounded, dumbfounded, speechless. The fire fork that had followed him for most of the day "clanged" and fell to the dust.

Xiaobi's lower body was already a blur of flesh and blood, and her body from the waist and abdomen down was all stained red with blood. This kind of bloodstain was not very conspicuous in the dim light, but when the bloodstains on her face were compared with her pale face, it looked a little shocking. Her bowels were even more messy and tossed aside. And on the pedal, Yang Yi's fine iron long sword was lying there diagonally, the sword was covered with bloodstains, flashing faintly in the light, as if mocking his incompetence.

Yang Yi shuddered, unconsciously took his gaze away from his intestines and long sword, and turned to Xiao Bi's arms. Although the little guy was covered in blood, he was lying peacefully in his mother's arms at this time, sucking hard with his head in his mouth. Xiaobi lowered her head and looked at her child, with a happy and sweet face.

Such scenes are bloody and sacred. To say that it is not shocking is false.

Yang Yi felt that his whole body and hands and feet were no longer obedient, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something. He wanted to move, but he couldn't take that step, he wanted to shout, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound like a fish out of water. Three years ago, after the Battle of Guangyang, after seeing the blood, he vomited a mess, and was humiliated by himself, and swore that he would never do it again. But seeing such a scene, those oaths were useless, and he only felt that his current self was worse than the first time he killed someone.

Mrs. Tian cut open the intestines and abdomen, and then took the child out. And she didn't change her face and breastfed the child again. Feeding is a very sacred thing, but in this case, anyone who sees it will be shocked.

The sound of "poof" was the sound of Yang Yihuo's fork falling to the ground. Xiaobi was breastfeeding the child, but she was startled, hugged the child vigilantly, and asked, "Who is it?" ”

She was bleeding profusely, her vision was blurred, and if it weren't for the belief given to her by the child in her arms, she wouldn't be able to hold on to it now. Yang Yi and Hei San later fought so hard that even if she ignored it because of the pain at first, she heard it clearly later. She also knew that it was Lord Yang who was in trouble, and someone wanted to be unfavorable to her. But now that the person was in front of her, she could only pray that Yang Yi would win. Otherwise, your children will never be lucky.

"Sister-in-law, Yang Yi is incompetent, and the guards are not thorough......" Yang Yi couldn't bear it anymore, knelt on one knee, and shouted with a crying voice.

Hearing Yang Yi's shout, a relieved smile flashed across Xiaobi's face, she hugged the child tightly and murmured, "It's you, it's you." Two tears ran down her cheeks and landed on the child's bloodied face. And the little guy, unaware that his mother's life had come to an end, was still desperately sucking on his nipples.

Yang Yi choked up and said, "Sister-in-law, let me bandage it for you." I'll deal with it first, there should be a doctor nearby......" He also knew Xiaobi's condition, but he always felt that if he didn't deceive himself like this, he would feel even more uncomfortable.

Xiaobi looked down at the child, and there was a trace of reluctance on her face: "Lord Yang, no need, I understand my own body." He is my child, we are the closest relatives in the world, and we are a mother and son for life, but I am sorry for him, I can only accompany him for less than an hour. Don't bother me, let me spend time with him and take a good look at him......"

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and Xiaobi looked at the child with a reluctant face. In the night sky, only the slight sucking sound of a child could be heard. Yang Yi knelt there on one leg, silent, and only felt that this moment was longer than more than twenty years in his life. I don't know how long it took, Xiaobi suddenly raised her head, and her eyes burst out with dazzling light: "Lord Yang, you promise me one thing, okay?" ”

"What's the matter? Sister-in-law, you say, Yang Yi must do it. He didn't think about it, and blurted out.

"This is the only bloodline between me and Brother Hong, I beg you, take him well, let him live well, okay?"

Xiaobi said as she stretched out her hands and sent the child in her arms towards Yang Yi. The little guy was eating sweetly, and when he was disturbed, he couldn't help crying. Yang Yi stretched out his hand to take the child, nodded vigorously and said, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, he is my biological son, I swear, he will be fine for the rest of his life." ”

A happy smile bloomed on Xiaobi's face, and she murmured, "That's good, that's good." The little guy at least has a father, and I'm relieved. Brother Hong, I'm so tired, I'm here to accompany you, you wait for me, wait for me, wait for me......" Her head tilted back and slowly leaned against the edge of the bed. His eyes gradually lost their lustre, but his eyes were always staring at the child in Yang Yi's hand. Wide open.

Yang Yi slowly stood up, bowed to Xiaobi, and his deep voice echoed in the hut: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I have thought of the name of the little guy, his surname is Yang, and his name is Yanzhao." It will definitely continue your flesh and blood, so that your grievances will be revealed. ”

Xiaobi tilted her head and closed her eyes peacefully.