Jerod is not an uninformed person. He saw Han Xiuqi smiling, his eyes foggy. But all over the body, the beckoning comes in response to the season. Every bit of strength, every move and style are just right to support themselves.

It's as if I'm a brother with him, and now I'm struggling with him.

He was actually having an epiphany. I had an epiphany at the time of the battle.

Jerod was shocked and angry. He actually had an epiphany at this time, and this is not a joke.

He is also a prairie eagle, and he will fall to this point! What is this doing now, to be a sparring partner for him?

He was suddenly furious, and his hand was no longer strong. If you start again, you will go all out and fight for your life.

The sudden increase in the offensive immediately broke up Han Xiuqi's realm. Although he was rash, he was pressed on his right shoulder by Han Xiuqi with a wave of his palm, and he was suddenly sore, and he almost broke off.

But Han Xiuqi's state was finally broken.

After Han Xiuqi's flowing feeling disappeared, the sense of coercion brought to Yelu Chengye was obviously much worse.

Thinking about it and not thinking about it, although there is only a line of separation, it is the difference between cloud and mud. Han Xiuqi still wanted to continue to find that feeling, but this kind of opportunity came and went without a trace, and he couldn't touch it at all.

At the moment, he can only see the moves, and fortunately, Yelu Chengye's right arm was injured, which dragged him down. Now the gap between Han Xiuqi and him can be said to be very small.

Yelu Chengye was a little anxious. He was eighty percent sure of winning Han Xiuqi, but now it seems that it would be good to be able to get out.

He was a fiery temper, and he immediately strengthened his real strength and fought hard with Han Xiuqi. After all, he had to cultivate for more than ten or twenty years, and in terms of the thickness of this true qi, Han Xiuqi was always worse than himself.

That's right. But since Han Xiuqi obtained the Nine Yin True Sutra mantra last year, his current true qi has a faint sense of combining yin and yang. Yelu Chengye only felt that his true power was mellow with a trace of toughness, and when his fists and palms intersected, after the first wave of true power agitation, there was another faint force of shock quietly attacking.

He didn't notice it for a while, and almost suffered a big loss.

It's a pity that Han Xiuqi didn't grasp this momentum and didn't take the opportunity to catch up.

Yelu Chengye was taken aback and didn't dare to stay anymore.

"Leaves fall like rain!" He shouted, his palms were really like yellow leaves after autumn, and the wind blew and fluttered all over the sky.

Countless palm shadows smashed towards Han Xiuqi like snowflakes, coming and going, unpredictable.

Han Xiuqi calmed down and followed the jade shattering palm technique. This kind of palm technique is cold and fierce, heavy attack is not heavy defense, and the move has the meaning of ending up with the enemy.

It is better to be broken jade than to be complete, so it is called broken jade palm.

With a bang, the two palms intersected, and a wave of air exploded in the air, sweeping away all the surrounding snowflakes.

Liang Yelu Chengye wiped the snow flakes on his face, and with a loud shout, the palm wind broke through the falling snow flakes and smashed directly into Han Xiuqi's chest.

Han Xiuqi exhaled and raised his palm to catch it.

The two figures suddenly parted and rolled down into the snow beside them.

By the end of the fight, both men were ragged and scarred.

If someone saw it, I am afraid they would not believe that this was two martial arts masters fighting, and thought that it was two ruffians and hooligans fighting.

By the end of the day, the true power of the two of them was almost consumed. Fists and legs, hand-to-hand combat, naturally how to kill people, what moves are used.

Han Xiuqi was slapped in the chest, and with the momentum of jumping back, he was considered to be in danger of his life. But the chest stabbed, and the bone must have cracked.

He rolled over and sat up from the snow, and with a stroke of his hand, he felt the hilt of the dagger.

He immediately grabbed it in his hands and hid it behind his back.

Not far away, the smiling Yelu Chengye walked over slowly. "Hahahaha, boy, you're the toughest opponent I've ever met. But for now, you're still going to die! ”

He raised his palm, gathered up his last internal strength, and approached Han Xiuqi.

Seeing Han Xiuqi fall crooked in the snow and slowly retreat, he couldn't help but feel proud.

Han Xiuqi grabbed the short sword. But he knew he only had one chance. Once you miss a blow, you're completely finished.

Yelu Chengye raised his right palm, and the slightly leaking palm power had begun to stir the snow on the ground. He let out a clear snort, flipped his hand and fell.

This distance is exactly what Han Xiuqi wants. He immediately flipped his hand, and the short sword was handed out.

There was a soft sound of "poof", and Yelu Chengye screamed, turned over and fell to the ground.

But Han Xiuqi is not much better! Although Yelu Chengye was stabbed, part of his chilling palm wind still fell on Han Xiuqi's head.

As if being hit by a boulder, Han Xiuqi gushed blood from his mouth and fell to the ground, unknown to anyone.

I don't know how long it took for Han Xiuqi to wake up. I just felt a hot thing licking his face all the time.

He touched the snow off his face, grabbed the reins of the horse, and tried several times. The horse, which he was accustomed to riding, and who had a good relationship with him, knelt beside him and waited for him to come up.

Han Xiuqi finally got on the horse, the horse stood up gently, shook the snowflakes on his body, and walked into the snowstorm.

Even if he left in time, half a day later, a group of wild wolves passed by here and immediately gnawed Yelu Chengye clean.

A generation of masters, finally hidden in the wolf's belly, whining and mourning!

Dizzy, I don't know how long I walked, Han Xiuqi found that someone had found him and ran towards him screaming.

His eyes could no longer see who it was, and he only shook it a few times before falling off his horse.

When he woke up, he was already in a dilapidated tent, and his wounds were bandaged. The smell of milk tea lingered in the tent, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Suddenly, the curtain of the tent opened, and a small figure walked in against the light. Han Xiuqi couldn't see her face clearly, but judging from the pigtails she was wearing, it was a girl.

"Ah, you're awake!" She spoke in tongue-twisting Northern Desert dialect. "I thought you wouldn't survive! But to put it bluntly, you're in good health, and you'll be fine. By the way, what's your name? Where did it come from? How did you get so badly injured? ”。

Han Xiuqi himself was still confused, and he was a little dazed when he was suddenly asked by her like this.

He knew that it was the girl in front of him who saved him, and he was a little relieved. "Thank you for saving me, my name is ......?"

He couldn't go on. Suddenly, he realized that he couldn't remember his name.

"My name, my name is ......?" The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't remember.

"I, I don't remember my name!" Han Xiuqi closed his eyes in a dejected manner and said bitterly.

That girl is Namus. She saw that Han Xiuqi was so sad, and hurriedly persuaded: "It's okay, I won't ask!" You're hungry, drink some milk tea first. In a while, we will have lamb to eat! She laughs.

The warm milk tea dispelled the cold on his body, and Han Xiuqi held the wooden bowl and drank it, thinking about who he was? What happened, how did you become like this?