"Bugs." Reciting this sentence, Hua Xiong's right arm hung low, his palm was released, and the two sword marks on his palm were still a little poignant.

His hands were also trembling slightly, and every drop of rain that dripped down from his arm touched the wound, and the cold immediately irritated the wound, bringing bursts of pain. The wound did not coagulate, and the blood was washed away by the rain as early as when the first class came out, and it was washed away again and again, so that the blood could not coagulate outside the wound. The rain is even more likely to solidify, and now, the two long wounds on Hua Xiong's palms, the flesh has faintly white, and there is no blood.

Looking at Kongwu, Hua Xiong had a little bitterness in his mouth, and a little fishy taste. The fight against Kongwu is a completely superficial battle, competing for strength and bone strength. But it was inevitable that the blood would surge, and from the outside he would induce the internal wounds that had been relieved before, so that blood would rush up to his throat.

On the back of his hand, the flesh of the knuckles of his four fingers had been torn apart, and the flesh had become a blur of flesh. In the fist bump again and again, this thin layer of skin did not play any protective role at all, and it was easily damaged.

Until now, Hua Xiong's eyes have long since lost the contempt he had before, whether it was Lin Doujiu, who held the sword before, or Yun Xian, or the current Kongwu, they were already called opponents, enemies worthy of his wholeheartedness. Before, the habit he had used to after entering the battle made him as cautious as usual even in the contempt and disdain of the word bug that came out of his mouth.

This is the fundamental reason why he did not suffer more serious injuries and did not die. However, the injuries on his body were all due to the appearance of the enemy. Now, Hua Xiong still spits out the word worm clearly in his mouth, not because of his arrogance, but because he really regards these people as enemies, enemies who can make him treat them with all his attention and shoot with all his might.

They are still bugs, this is a fact that cannot be changed, before and now, but it has long changed its meaning.

"Bugs? Donor, that's because you haven't been bitten by a poisonous insect, otherwise you would be afraid of the word insect. Kongwu said, a wisp of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't wipe the blood, and soon the blood disappeared from his face under the rain. The rain on his face brought him complete coldness, and there was a blurred world in front of him.

The palm of his hand grasped a few times, and finally regained some feeling from the paralysis, but he was still weak. Kongwu no longer has the strength to squeeze his palm into a fist as hard as before, as long as he exerts force, he will give birth to a special sense of powerlessness.

The real enemy, the wounds he brings, the touches he brings. Let him see once again the closed gate in front of him loosen for a moment, revealing a gap, and in the midst of the clouds and smoke, there appeared as if there was no road.

He retrained his body, and while recuperating mentally, he never forgot to temper his body. If the world is a sea of suffering, then you are a boat, a boat that wants to cross the sea of suffering.

The spirit is the boatman who operates the boat, can clearly point out the way forward and resolve crises again and again. The flesh is the boat that carries the boatman, and only if it is strong enough not to make the people on board fall overboard.

Both are indispensable, and no matter which one of you goes to a high place, it is incomplete. The combination of the two, even if you can't get through the sea of suffering, can make you stay longer than others. In the most understandable words, it is to enable you to not only live well, but also live longer than others.

So now, what does he see as an opportunity to live longer, better, or something else?

Kongwu smiled and said nothing, his face was calm and serene, but the blood at the corner of his mouth reappeared, and it flowed faster and more.

The opportunity may allow him to go further, or it may be that he will die here. There is an opportunity, but it is just for him to see the way forward, and it cannot be directly transformed into strength. Kongwu is still happy in his heart, happy to see the road ahead, proving that he has not come to the end, nor is there no road ahead.

Death, as a player who dies once in the game and it's all over, is very scary to say this. Don't say it, it doesn't mean that you won't die, just like now, the short silence, peace, in fact, is secretly extremely slaughtering, preparing for the next blow of life.

As a monk, Kongwu is still afraid of death, after all, when other monks die, they can still go to see the Buddha and enter the so-called Western Heaven Elysium. When he died, he couldn't see the Buddha, and he couldn't enter the Western Heaven Elysium, because he was his own Buddha.

The bliss of the western heavens, will it be closed when there are more people going in? Kongwu didn't know this, he only knew that the happiness of the present was far better than the bliss of the Western Heavens.

Bliss is not true happiness, and when there is only happiness left in the world, that is what is truly frightening. It was incomplete, mutilated, and empty of peace of mind, in this moment.

"Then I'll put it another way, you're also a bug worthy of my serious treatment, and so are the two of them." Hua Xiong said seriously.

The mouth was still chatting, the muscles of Hua Xiong's whole body were already tense, and he was accumulating strength, his eyes were cold and ruthless, ready to strike a thunderous blow at any time. His palms had been clenched again, and the wound was still throbbing, especially when he clenched hard, and after a moment of relief, the pain was felt very clearly.

This little injury, this little pain, is nothing, it will only remind Huaxiong of the meaning of existence. Fight! Fight! Only with all your strength can you fight for your life on the battlefield and get a place! As long as he is not dead, he will continue to fight without retreating.

Now, although there are still three people including him, there were originally four people, and only three people are left on the battlefield. In Hua Xiong's eyes, it is still a battlefield, and even if there is one person in the enemy, it is a battlefield.

Yun Xian gasped, breathing again and again, exhaling in the cold water vapor, and exhaling hot breath. He already felt cold, his entire right arm was cold, and he had no intuition. His body was also soaked from exposure to the rain, and after his right arm was broken, he also felt weak.

At the beginning, when Kong Wu appeared and fought Hua Xiong, it turned out to be the best time for Yun Xian to make a move, but he didn't move and continued to stand in the cold rain. But Yun Xian knew that this was an illusion, don't look at Hua Xiong completely exposing his back to him, but his attention was not taken away from him at all.

As soon as he joins in, it will be greeted with the most brutal blow. Chance, sometimes that's an illusion, when you think there's a chance, but in fact you don't have the slightest chance.

Yun Xian's eyes were very poisonous, and he could still see Hua Xiong's tight muscles until now. Hua Xiong has never let his guard down at all, no matter what state he is in now, he will always set aside a focus on Yun Xian.

Waiting, Yun Xian can only continue to wait for the opportunity, if he has not yet reached the situation of death, then why doesn't he choose to continue waiting? Wait for a better opportunity and seize it, just to bring greater results.

After a while, Hua Xiong moved again, with an arrogant smile on his face, and struck towards Kongwu. One step up, one step down, facing the wind and rain blowing in his face, the muddy water splashed everywhere with his trampling, and one after another footprints appeared on the ground he walked on.

Moving like thunder, the current Huaxiong is simply a black shadow walking rapidly, like a heavy mountain. At the beginning, he was pressed and beaten by Kongwu, one step at a time, one step at a time, and when he was suddenly attacked, he lost the opportunity.

In the next collision again and again, he was also pulled by Kongwu to go rhythmically, and every time he fought against each other, Hua Xiong had no way to go all out. His strength also needs time to react, but Kongwu didn't give him time, and he attacked and fought hard, and now, in the gap that has calmed down temporarily, he can adjust it well.

Now, then, it's time to show the enemy what horror is!

The pressure came to Kongwu, which he had brought to Hua Xiong before. So now, Kongwu felt the pressure on his face, like a mountain, and pressed people's breath involuntarily.

Tied up? Waiting to die? Kongwu has never thought about it, life and death are only in his own hands, as for going to the West Heaven, there is no West Heaven, so what West Heaven does he go to?

His right arm trembled and lost his strength, and he couldn't exert his strength until now. But he still has his left arm, whether it is his right arm or his left arm, and he has been trained the same, and he is also prepared to deal with the current situation.

Kongwu is also moving forward, quickly approaching Huaxiong, still with all his strength, punching with all his strength.

"Bang."

The two fists clashed, and a few drops of blood splattered from the place where they touched. The muscles in the arms were trembling and vibrating, and in the end, there was no movement at all.

Gritting teeth, in each other's eyes, you can see each other's expressions and emotions. Those droplets of water rolling on their faces could be seen very clearly, and if it weren't for the rain that is falling now, they would still be able to see even the cold hairs clearly.

After a short period of contact, I chose to break away again. The two of them took a few steps back, stepped on their feet again, and their bodies shot out, and their fists were retracted, full of strength, and they hit each other's fists again.

Within the line of sight, there is no weakness of the opponent's body, only fists, and the target is only the opponent's fists. In the case of the arm, the palm, even if the bones are broken or broken, there will be no life-threatening consequences. Far less dangerous than a blow to the heart, temples, or even the nose.

Kongwu and Huaxiong are all exactly the same choice, they don't care about the gaps exposed on the other person, they just stare at the fist.

There is no gap in Huaxiong's body, and there is no gap or opportunity that Kongwu can't see. He can only come to Hua Xiong's fist, and only by defeating Hua Xiong's fist first can he have various opportunities in the future. It's just a pity that now Kongwu still doesn't see the opportunity, and there is no hope of seeing the opportunity.

But he still didn't choose to retreat, not because of pride, but because he couldn't retreat. The Buddha said that all beings are compassionate, and emptiness is not only compassionate to certain things, but also for certain people, and he is also compassionate to himself. It's just that if you don't have a choice, then you can only survive in death, die if you have to die, and live if you have to live.

Kongwu has revealed a lot of flaws, especially now with his left hand, although the left arm is practiced the same as the right arm, but compared to the right arm, there will still be some discomfort and sluggishness. This kind of sluggishness, in Hua Xiong's eyes, is a flaw, the most flawed, he can completely ignore the empty fist and hit any other fatal part of his body, only one punch, just one punch.

If you can't kill him with one punch, you can also seriously injure Kongwu, and with another punch, you can kill him directly and neatly.

Hua Xiong didn't choose this, he still chose Kongwu's fist, with this most powerful part of the opponent's body, to break and defeat him! Kongwu's right arm looks bad, but his left arm is okay, and only by destroying his left arm, pride and hope, can Huaxiong enjoy the joy of success.

Killing a person is a much simpler thing for Hua Xiong, but he is not so simple as killing a person, he has done it thousands of times. What he is doing is a sense of satisfaction when he kills his heart, including his body, after defeating the other party.

Yun was idle, and when Kongwu and Hua Xiong's fists were about to collide for the second time, he moved. Stepping on firm steps, approaching Hua Xiong very quickly, the muscles in his legs were exploding, stepping down, and when he lifted it again, his body was stuck in the air for a period of time. When he fell again, the other foot, stepping down, lifted up again, so that his whole body maintained a fast speed.

The closer he got to Huaxiong, the faster the frequency of his footsteps, and when they fell, the speed of the sprint did not decrease by half a minute, and it was perfectly preserved. His cheeks, because of such a fast speed, were pulled backwards and deformed by the oncoming wind and rain.

When he reached a distance of ten meters from Hua Xiong's back, his left arm was raised, one step, two steps and three steps, and the distance of ten meters was crossed by him, and his fist was struck, with a series of breaking sounds.

"Collapse your fist!"

"Look for death!" Hua Xiong snorted coldly, the empty realization in front of him was actually forced out by him, and he took a few steps back in a row before finally stopping, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The strong wind behind Yun Xian appeared, and when it was approaching, Hua Xiong had already turned around. The same right fist struck towards Yun Xian, meeting the fist that had reached his chest.

is still dealing like this, hitting the other party hard in the proudest place, so that all his hopes have turned into despair. The internal injuries he received, the boredom in his chest, and the fishy breath in his throat were nothing compared to Hua Xiong.

Because, Yun Xian is going to die under his fist!

(End of chapter)