It is a wrap made of outer clothes, and the wrap of the water blue sè also carries the temperature of the body.

Su Yang carefully held the package in his hand and slowly uncovered it.

The package contained some pale ash and a short sword.

These ashes, this sword, were once a man.

Even if the fish and geese fall, even if they dominate the martial arts, after they die, they can only be left.

Su Yang hugged this person, this sword, and walked seriously to a tree in the yard, squatted down and put it in a sheltered position under the tree.

From this location, it is possible to see whatever is happening in the yard.

After doing this, Su Yang stood up again and faced Xue Hubei.

He tilted his head and drank the remnants of the gourd, his fingers sliding over the hilt of his sword at his waist.

The sound of the green steel sword being unsheathed sounded in the courtyard, very slow and harsh.

There is no wind, and the sun hangs high overhead.

No matter how much you talk, there is always a time to finish;

No matter how slow the sword is drawn, there will always be a time when it will be drawn;

No matter how long the road is, there will always be an end.

The end of a qiē is life and death.

Two people in the courtyard moved.

Xue Hu's iron rod was raised flat, and the whole person suddenly spun in place.

He spun faster and faster, and after only a blink of an eye, there was almost no human figure in sight, only a black whirlwind and the sound of iron rods whistling in the courtyard.

His iron staff was still in his hand, but he couldn't tell the difference between a person and an iron staff, and as his body rotated, the wind shrouded all directions, everywhere, and there was no way to start.

This iron rod is made of iron on the bottom of the sea, weighing nearly 100 catties, and if it rotates like this, no weapon can parry it, and the iron body will break and fracture when it touches it, and it will be smashed into meat and mud.

Su Yang's sword in his hand.

Su Yang retreated.

Su Yang could only retreat.

Sometimes retreat is to advance, but at this time it is to live.

Because only by living can we enter!

The loud noise continued. Walls fall, trees break, ground sinks.

On the ground where Xue Hubei passed, bricks and stones flew wildly, leaving behind him a ditch half a foot deep, and the stone slabs in the ditch were shattered, like the power of a natural storm.

However, the strength must not last, Su Yang is waiting, waiting for the moment when his internal strength is exhausted.

But can you really wait for this moment?

Xue Hu Bei didn't lie, his kung fu was higher than the legend, such a high-speed and fierce battle method, but there was no sign of weakness for a long time, but it was getting faster and faster, and the momentum was getting bigger and bigger.

The strong wind brought by the crutches stirred up the gravel on the ground, comparable to a hidden weapon, like a torrential rain towards Su Yang.

Behind Su Yang was already a wall, and when he dodged away, the rubble crackled on the wall, leaving dense holes, like honeycombs.

Then the rod rubbed against the wall, so the wall also collapsed, and the three-foot-thick stone wall was not much stronger than a piece of paper in front of the rod.

The small courtyard is not big, and there is not much place for Su Yang to retreat!

But he was still retreating, towards the last wall.

Xue Hu turned faster, his whole person seemed to be about to fly, the air was full of whining iron rods whistling, the shadows were heavy, dazzling, his whole person had become a black shadow, and it seemed that even the light of the sun was absorbed by this huge whirlpool.

Behind Su Yang is a wall again, and he really has no way to retreat.

If you don't retreat, you can only escape, but you may not be able to escape, even if you escape, don't you have to pay off the debt?

But at this time, Xue Hubei suddenly seemed to grow a little taller.

He is sixty or seventy years old this year, and of course it is impossible for him to grow taller again, but he has become a little taller.

The reason why he became taller was because he was spinning too fast, and the wind brought up by the crutches was too strong and fierce, and it actually formed a downward air current, which slowly lifted his body up a little.

This is only a small point, and even his feet are not completely off the ground, and his toes are still on the ground, and if he is not careful enough, he will not even notice this change at all.

Su Yang is a careless man most of the time, and only occasionally is careful.

At a time of death.

This is enough occasionally.

The earth is the most abundant, and it is also the source of all power, any martial artist who borrows strength in the air will inevitably be three points weaker, and the double script of those who practice martial arts should be down-to-earth.

But if the ground is flat, this little bit of difference should not have any effect, after all, no matter how strong the wind is, it is impossible to blow him away, and Xue Hubei seems to have realized this, the wind has slowed down slightly, and his body has begun to sink again.

But the ground had been smashed into a mess by his crutches, and everywhere was littered with large and small rubble, and there was not a flat bottom on which to stand on.

So when he landed again, he stepped on a small broken stone, and his standing was no longer very steady, and a very small flaw appeared in the cane curtain at the bottom right.

The flaw is small, the small one is almost negligible, but the hidden danger of the flaw is great, and the big one may be a life.

Su Yang has been waiting for this opportunity.

He finally didn't retreat.

He fit and lunged towards the flaw.

He is very slow to retreat, because he can retreat many times.

But when he entered, he was very fast, because he only had one chance to enter.

If this is a gamble, the chips are the lives of both parties, and there is only one chance to unveil the plaque.

The flaw flashed, and the iron rod hit Su Yang's left leg heavily, and with a click, Su Yang's left leg was unexpectedly broken.

But it was Xue Hu who screamed.

One of his legs was severed from the knee.

The broken leg with the blood sliced in an arc in the sun, landing right in front of the baggage.

When Su Yang stood up again, his left leg had been twisted into a strange posture, and even the bones that were pierced out of his trousers could be faintly seen.

The bones were sharp and sharp, like a sword, and Su Yang was sweating profusely.

But Xue Hubei couldn't stand up anymore.

Not everyone who has no legs can hold a person and jump forward like Ji Shaohua.

"One leg."

Su Yang's voice was even more piercing than his broken bones.

Xue Hu gritted his teeth and clicked on the two acupoints on his legs to stop bleeding, his face was full of blood, and he exclaimed, "What a leg." ”

"Nothing, I owe her." Su Yang said as he limped towards Xue Hubei.

Xue Hu struggled to get up with his cane, jumped back step by step with his cane, gritted his teeth and said: "You don't want to be proud, I break a leg, you also break a leg, my skills are deeper than yours, you may not be able to win." ”

Su Yang didn't speak, because he didn't need to come to win or lose today, and Xue Hubei wouldn't understand this truth.

Su Yang only needs his life, no matter whose life it is, whether it is Xue Hubei's life or his own life, he only needs one life, one life to return to her.

Xue Hubei spun again, his battle was originally to turn, if he didn't spin, he didn't even know how to make a move.

But if you don't have one leg, you won't be too flexible to rotate naturally.

It's not that it's not too flexible, it's that it's too inflexible.

So the sword light flashed, and Xue Hubei fell again.

In the blood light, his right leg was also chopped off by Su Yang's sword. And this time, Su Yang was only rubbed by an iron rod on his shoulder.

In Xue Hu's miserable scream, Su Yang said lightly: "Two legs." ”

Xue Hubei couldn't care about what Su Yang was saying, he was like a ridiculous dwarf clown, constantly rolling on the ground, howling.

The blood and sludge mixed together, and gradually accumulated into a puddle, and Xue Hubei lay on his back in this pit, looking at the sky with his eyes, panting heavily.

Su Yang shook for a moment, as if he was about to lose his position, and every time he stood for a moment, the broken bone in his leg hurt as if he was poking in his heart and in his brain.

Xue Hu's voice was like a ghost, full of viciousness: "Even if I die, I will pull you along." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his palms on the ground.

Two deep pits suddenly appeared on the ground, which looked no weaker than the iron rod smashed out, and his people also used the force of this shock to rise into the air and pounce towards Su Yang.

Xue Hu was sad in mid-air, his beard and hair were all open, his eyes were round, and the wind brought up by his palms had formed a whirlpool visible to the naked eye.

Although he has no legs, he still has a pair of hands, and he can still bounce himself up by holding the ground with his hands.

Since it is in the Demon Dao, of course he has one or two desperate evil methods, and he no longer has crutches in his hands, but his palms are red as if they are about to drip blood.

This palm has almost reached the power of his heyday, and even the Demon Gu may not be able to hard-connect it in her second life.

Su Yang was already too close to him, and he didn't have time to dodge, even if he could kill him with a sword, he would be hit by this palm.

Su Yang did not hide, did not retreat.

Su Yang withdrew his sword and stood up.

At this moment, the power of the drunkard, the power of the gods, and the power of the gods have been exerted to the extreme.

Thunder strikes.

This palm is already the pinnacle of Su Yang's life.

The two palms intersected, like a defeated leather, and with a muffled bang, at the intersection of the palms, a cloud of blood mist exploded.

Su Yang's right palm is cracked;

Xue Hubei's half-cut palm was like being cut by a knife, neatly disconnected, and the whole person, no, half of the person flew out upside down, screaming and crashing into the last wall in the small courtyard.

Su Yang burst into tears and ravaged up.

At the moment when Xue Hu was sticking to the wall, Su Yang's second palm had already arrived, and it hit him heavily in the chest.

The wall attached to Xue Hubei's back shook for a moment.

The second palm is not over yet, and the third palm has arrived.

Fourth, fifth, sixth

Su Yang slammed down one palm after another as if he was going crazy, and with each palm, the wall shook violently.

The entire wall shuddered and moaned in an overwhelmed manner.

Xue Hu couldn't even moan, and could only watch his chest slowly collapse.

I don't know how many palms passed, Su Yang finally stopped, his face was full of blood, and he stood in front of Xue Hubei with his head down, like a mad demon.

Xue Hubei didn't fall from the wall, he was sticking to the wall, the wall tiles behind him had been torn apart, and the back flesh was completely protruding, but the chest and abdomen were deeply recessed, and the whole person was already embedded in the wall.

His seven orifices had begun to spurt blood outward, one of his eyeballs bulged out, and his sockets were full of blood, while the other had already been shaken out of his sockets and hung on his cheeks.

His mouth was wide and seemed to speak.

He was really talking, he knew that he was going to die, and even if the Nine Heavens Gods and Demons appeared at the same time, they couldn't save him.

"I owe you, and I pay it back." He said.

"You didn't pay it back, I got it back myself." Su Yang said coldly.

Xue Hubei wanted to say anything more, but he couldn't say anything anymore, his head tilted, and he died, like rotten meat hanging on the desk of the vegetable market.

Su Yang turned around and limped towards the broken tree.

There was a rumbling sound behind him, and the last wall in the small courtyard was finally overwhelmed and collapsed.

After only three or five steps, Su Yang's feet became weak, and he finally fell to the ground.

He supported his body with two hands, climbed under the broken tree little by little, gently brushed away the dead leaves that fell on the package, and said with a smile: "Two legs, one life, I will help you come back." (To be continued.) )