Fighting, endless battles......

In the void, Singh's blood splattered and scarred...... But the blood pupil's fists and feet still fell on his body like a raging storm, and he didn't stop. Vector rules have been used many times. But none of them worked. Singhal finally knew that any tricks were meaningless to the Blood Pupil, and when the power returned to its origin, it was pure nothingness.

How can you change the none, which doesn't even have a direction?

This is the most basic underlying rule of the universe, even the blood pupil itself can't be fully contacted, but as long as there is a trace of it, a little bit, it is enough for him to play the purest punch power in the universe! Not one of them!

So Singal is miserable and bitter.

But he couldn't retreat.

Blood flew through the void, flesh splattering from the wound. But Singal still shouted a fierce battle, which was a world away from the previous obscenity. Because he knows when it's okay to mess around and when he has to be serious. If you want to get the admission of the blood pupil, weakness is not enough, retreat is not good, only stubbornness and persistence can be the only hope.

Only stubbornness can lead to single-mindedness.

Only persistence can lead to tenacity.

What is pain and suffering? It's just the only way to the top. When you step on the summit and look back. Isn't this a sight to behold?

Bang!!

Singh slammed across his shoulders and fiercely hit the body of the blood pupil, but was offset by the blood pupil's knee hit, and then before he could retreat, the blood pupil grabbed his shoulder, slammed his leg on his neck, and continued to turn over with a muffled bang, but the leg that he didn't look at was raised high and pressed down!

'Tomahawk! ’

An irresistible force was instantly pressed, and Singal was pressed into the planetary atmosphere below. When it penetrates the atmosphere, it ignites a fierce fire, like a falling meteorite.

The blood pupil watched indifferently as he fell to the surface, then moved his wrist and stopped moving.

Singal has reached his limit, and if he pushes harder, he will really be killed.

In fact, don't look at this battle, the blood pupil is fierce, in fact, everything is under control. The force used is right on the edge of Singel's boundaries and fluctuates with his endurance. The subtleties of it may not be possible even with the largest light brain today, but it is like a palm print in his perception.

This is the strength of hand-to-hand combat, and the control of the body has reached its peak.

But Singer is miserable, this kind of training is certainly a huge improvement, but it is also extremely painful, not everyone can bear the physical and mental trauma and be indifferent. Gritting his teeth in the face of an irresistible attack is already a manifestation of his will, if only ordinary people would want to die.

Death was only instantaneous, but the fists and feet of the blood pupil were imprinted into Singel's body and mind. and even the depths of the soul.

On the surface of the planet, a large crater up to 100 meters deep is clearly visible, and Singh is deeply trapped at the bottom of the pit, and his chest can hardly see the ups and downs. Qingyue appeared next to him and looked at him for a moment, then returned to the blood pupil.

"Alive."

"He's not that easy to die with." The blood pupil replied, then untied the bandage on his hand. The blood on it had seeped through, making his hands seem blood-red.

It was Singh's blood. It's still piping hot.

"A warrior, if not at the hands of the enemy, is better off at the hands of his companions."

The blood pupil unraveled the bandage intently. Said to Qingyue. "Everyone has their own destiny, but fighting is common to all warriors. I can't give him a direction for the future, but if, just if. One day he will die, then I hope, he will die at my hands. ”

Qingyue was a little dumbfounded, she couldn't understand the logic of the blood pupil. But looking at the bloodstained strap. He said for a long time. "You're so cruel."

"It's the law of nature!" Blood Pupil replied without hesitation. There was a cold light in his eyes. "I don't know how to train my descendants, but I know the laws of the universe. No one is righteous from the time we were born in this world. The body and soul are stained with sin. The universe sees us this way, and we ...... The same is true. ”

"That's why you're fighting?"

"I'm just getting what belongs to me." The blood pupil replied. "Sadly, Singal is my heritage."

"He's dying." Qingyue couldn't help but say.

"Not dead yet." The blood pupil replied. "At the very least, he can breathe."

"Tell him, two hours, get up and continue."

"Are you really going to drive him to death?" Qing Yue was really surprised at this time, if the previous blood pupil was just a grind, this order was downright ruthless. It's almost going to drive Singal to a dead end.

It's a pity that she, as a plane will, will never understand the inheritance of Hotherel, no, the blood pupil.

"Scared?"

"Soft?"

"Or is it wrong?"

The blood pupil didn't look at Singel, as if the creature lying at the bottom of the pit, like a ball of soft flesh, didn't deserve his attention, but said to Qingyue indifferently.

"It's only two hours, and you can help him regain his strength, but whether he wants to get up or not depends on his own will."

"What if he can't get up?" Qingyue asked tentatively.

Blood Pupil sneered. "If you can't get up, it's either a corpse or a cripple."

He didn't say anything more, because in his eyes, there are many definitions of cripplement, and the mutilation of the body is called cripplement, but what about the mutilation of the soul and the will? Singhal is his chosen heir for Lord Hensel. You can die, but you can't be weak. The man who was like a tiger. How can a crippled disciple be accommodated?

Himself, as part of his heritage, can only go so far.

Blood Pupil thought silently, as if she saw that burly, tough, mountain-like figure again. "Everyone has their own fate, and my fate is to rebel against fate. Sect Master, it's a pity that I can't really inherit your inheritance, if this goes against your original intentions, then ......"

"I'm sorry."

The gaze of the blood pupil fell on the weak figure at the bottom of the pit, and his gaze flickered.

Then he said to Qingyue.

"Give him the best treatment. If he doesn't die, let him come to me in two hours. If he died. Give him a funeral. ”

"Will you attend?" Qingyue asked.

The blood pupil was silent for a long time before replying in a low voice. "No, it won't."

As he spoke, his figure blurred for a while and disappeared in front of Qing Yue.

The next moment, he was like a ghostless ghost, appearing on another void human mothership that he didn't know how far away.

It was a spacious, bright garden, full of greenery, dense jungle, and by a small stream, and the Speaker had just straightened his waist with a fishing rod in his hand.

There are fish on the rod.

Silently, the void behind him began to blur and distort, and the blood pupils came out of it......

Looking at the back of the speaker, the blood pupil said expressionlessly.

"It's time, it's time to ......" (to be continued......