Old Bone and Yan San's movements slowed down, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and these blood were dotted, and before they could land, they were swept away by the strong wind, shaking into a rain of blood, sprinkled on the two of them, hidden in the purple-black shield of the old bones.

The old bone spat out a mouthful of blood, his color turned purple and red, and his momentum soared again, a trace of sickly flush appeared on his face, and his eyes were instantly clear, but the anger in it was like adding the last handful of dead grass, burning vigorously, and it was gorgeous in an instant.

Yan San's eyes were still deep, staring at the movements of the old bones, more of pity. He knew that the old bone was already a dead man at this time, and the moment of glory at this time was just a momentary return.

In terms of martial arts, where will the way of the old bones be the opponent of the Heavenly Capture, the Heavenly Capture is a thorough analysis of the weakness of the human body, meticulous to every point of musculoskeletal tremor can predict the intensity of the attack, is the basis of all the martial arts of the Heavenly King Jue. If the waves and sand are the earth, then the heavens capture this is the seed on the earth, and whether it will eventually grow into a big tree or a tender grass depends on the seed.

And now, Yan San's Heavenly Capture has taken shape, and every attack of the old bone is actually expected by Yan San, so he can give the same shock force every time, after this fight, although the old bone is the attacker, the damage received is definitely not under Yan San. The two of them are only competing at this time, who can stand longer.

However, this is not comparable at all. Mo said that Yan San's cultivation was the Heavenly King Technique, and the strength of the body of the Snow Jade Swallow alone had already determined the victory or defeat.

But Yan San's heart was heavy, looking at the old bones was like looking at another self, he endured the blow silently, and also silently reacted to it, silently watched the old bones vomit blood, and silently vomited blood.

"Ah Lian, Daddy has avenged you today!" The old bone roared hoarsely, not human, like the howl of a lone wolf, turned around, and smashed down on Yan San with a shield.

This shield is extremely slow, mottled red light can be faintly seen on the side of the shield, but the old bones holding the shield are old in an instant, the shield has not yet fallen on Yan San's body, the old bones and hair are all white, the skin and flesh on the face are loose, and they are almost not human-shaped.

A blow that extracts all the blood elements and even the life force, a blow that is unreserved, a blow that forgets to die, and a blow that a father apologizes for his daughter for the last.

There was no wind, no greater momentum, only the rapidly withering old man and the shield that slowly but unstoppably pressed down.

Yan San suddenly shouted, in the face of such a slow and heavy shield, knowing that it was dangerous, he still met it, his hands were clenched into fists, crossed into an oblique cross, and faced the purple-black shield that carried the old bones and half a lifetime of hatred.

Time slows down one moment, and accelerates the next.

As soon as the arm made contact with the shield, the speed of the shield accelerated countless times, and the speed invisible to the naked eye swept Yan San out devastatingly. At a distance of thirty meters, Yan San turned into a humanoid meteor, embedded in the stone wall of the arena for half an inch, and the surrounding stones flew one after another, and cracks spread like spider webs.

There was a deathly silence around the arena, followed by a buzzing noise like a pile of flies.

Many wicked people were puzzled by this deathmatch, and they were expected that Yan San was slapped into the stone wall, but the doubts went deeper into the bone marrow.

"I'm stupid, isn't this kid stupid? Isn't he stupid? He won't fight back after fighting for so long? Damn, is the old bone his own father or what?"

"The scar of the dog day will return the money to Lao Tzu!, do you fight fake boxing? This is too fake!" One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the wicked people immediately suddenly realized that they scolded one after another.

"Little bastard, how much money did you charge Scar, and you actually dared to fight fake boxing in the death arena, do you have the life to take the money?

"Scar, if you don't give the money for the third game to Lao Tzu to withdraw, Lao Tzu will let you know what life and death are!"

"Shady! Absolutely shady! When we are three-year-olds, return the money, return the money!"

......

"Click"...... With a faint sound, Yan San moved, and the wicked people watching the battle became even more crazy, eager to immediately go down and pull Yan San's neck to ask why, and then crush him to ashes.

"Click, click......" Yan San slowly pulled his body out of the dent, spewing out a large mouthful of scarlet blood foam and walked down from the stone wall, his breath was sluggish, but his body was straight, looking back coldly and scanning the noisy crowd for a week, the deep eyes immediately turned the noise into quiet.

Yan San's eyes were calm and waveless, no life and no death, no joy and no sorrow...... Also ruthless. It's like the eyes of a hunter to his prey. The real murderous intention is not fierce, but emotionless, the tiger will never be angry with the sheep, and the butcher will not be sad for the pigs and cows.

All beings are like pigs and dogs, I am my own butcher!

The noisy crowd only felt a drench, cold wind swept across their necks, as if they had been licked by the cold snake letter of a poisonous snake, and the smell of blood on the tip of the nose suddenly amplified, and they wanted to make people sick, and they were silent for a while, and they didn't dare to raise their voices again.

Yan San walked slowly, resolutely, and walked to the old bones holding a shield, with angry eyes wide open, describing withered bones, and within a few moments, his breath could be heard. Then he let out a long sigh and stretched out his hand.

Hold on to the old bones that still refuse to fall.

As soon as Yan San's hand was put on it, the old bone's body immediately collapsed, the big shield fell to the ground, and the small hammer in the other hand also clanged and fell, smashing out a few invisible sparks.

"Thank you...... Thank you!" Old Bone's eyes returned to clarity, staring at the overly young face in front of him, this face was still childish, but it made Old Bone's heart calm. For a long time, the old bone was in a nightmare, wanting to wake up but not waking up, in the dream, he was no longer himself. At this time, when his life was dying, he finally escaped this dream.

"What's his name?" I'll go find him on your behalf. Yan San stretched out his hand, wiped the blood from the old bone's mouth, looked at the old bone tenderly, and asked in a low voice. Although the words are light, they are resolute.

"Song Que, his name is Song Que, and he has entered the Fire Burning Plain, one of the sixteen sects in the Ethereal Realm......" the old bone said.

After speaking, the old bone's eyes suddenly looked at the miserable green sky, the ghost knows if there is a sky in this wailing abyss, and it will always be gray and miserable green, and the old bone muttered in his mouth, "Ah Lian...... Lotus...... Daddy is here for you!'

Two lines of tears flowed out of the old bone's dry eyes, and there was a peaceful smile on the old bone's face, happiness was for this old man, but at this moment, life was frozen.

Looking at the sky from afar, there was no bright sun, no full moon, lifeless, foggy, Yan San only felt extremely depressed. In this place where people are not ghosts and ghosts, and this world that forces people into tigers and wolves, is there really no justice?

Yes, at least in Yan San's heart, if the sky ignores it, there will be a defender!

Yan San silently recited "Fire Burning Plain" and "Song Bird", put down the old bones, picked up the old bones' mixed iron shield and claw hammer, and walked into his corner.

The injuries in this scene were really not light, especially the last hard connection, Yan San tried his best to prevent multiple meridians from being injured, and the bones were faintly cracked countless times. If it weren't for Yan San's perennial training by "dripping water", being beaten by the oven, and cultivating a body like fine iron, he would have died of internal injuries at this time.

Don't ask about the past, don't look at the future, the present is the heaviest. This is the truth that Qu Chengfeng taught Yan San, and it is rare that Baili Zhan also agrees with this truth, and Yan San keeps it firmly in mind. The old bones have become a thing of the past, Song Que is the future, and his life and death are the most important at the moment, Yan San seized the time to breathe, and swallowed a true pill without a trace.

The arena was rarely devoid of jubilation, although the battle was bloody.

The impartial "referee" of the old bones with their own scars in the field lived and died, and after learning that the old bones had died, the wicked people exploded again and buzzed about it, but this time no one said that they were playing fake boxing, and the wind direction changed, and it all became how strong Yan San's strength was.

"See? I said this kid would win, and he died of old bones. The paralyzed one also said that they were playing fake boxing, but people didn't bother to do it, so what? Even if you don't move, you will be tired and tired to death...... How dare people beat people like this, can you do it without any foundation? Think about it with your brains that are less than two taels!'

"The people of the right people use dark energy, do you know what dark energy is?A bunch of scum with fifth-order combat power, that's a means that only the third order can understand, can you guys of second-order waste materials understand it?"

"Then you didn't say it just now, the first one who jumped out and said that you wanted to return the money, okay!"

"You believe what I say, where is the lower limit of your IQ, you can see that this test will come out." 』

"the chicken, do you say it again? Believe it or not, I'll stab you to death?"

"Come, come, you come, if you don't come, you're my son, go, make a ...... outside."

...... This is the dialogue between Secondary 2 and the-gotter.

There is no shortage of masters who can see deeper and more detailed, and more than half of the three wins of Yan Yan. Many people saw the doorway, and like Scar, they secretly shook their heads at Yan San.

In the dialogue between physical cultivation and physical cultivation, it is rare for one party to crush the other and have no power to fight back between the same level, and it is unbelievable that he has won a battle after being beaten like this.

If Yan San really wants to take advantage of the situation to attack, facing the old bones who are obviously already mentally confused, he should be able to settle within ten moves, and at most he will be slightly injured.

The wicked are abyss, the crying abyss, the living laugh, the dead cry.

This Yan San is too pedantic, and he is obviously not a qualified villain.

In order to sympathize with the hardships of an old man seeking revenge, in order to fulfill a father's guilt for his daughter, or in order to let the old bones completely let go of their grudges and be freed from this?

These may be reasons, but none of them should be in this crying abyss. Where is this wicked person? Is this already a "hero"? It's a good person and a good deed!

Now that the old bones are dead, he smiles peacefully, the style of painting is wrong! When did the Wailing Abyss become a place of chivalry and righteousness?

But if that's the case, Scar's fourth scene might be a good show. The scorpion girl may have limited damage to the wicked, and it will definitely be invincible to the "hero".