Chapter 43: Are You Really Him?

"What did she say at the end?"

The porter's haggard and wrinkled face trembled, his body was indeed straight, but his head was lowered, and a tear flowed down to the wind-swept grass, merging with the rain on the grass, and finally flowing into the muddy loess and merging into the earth.

He straightened his waist because she said that she wanted him to straighten his waist, and he cried because he missed her so much, and he was going crazy thinking about it, but she had already passed away.

Did she really leave anything behind? He wanted to hear it, so he wiped away his tears and looked at Su Qi with muddy eyes that looked like mud eroded by rain.

There is no hope, no emotion, not even despair, and there must be no eyes like this, right? All that is left is muddy, muddy like a puddle of muddy water.

"I've never regretted being with him. ”

Su Qi didn't use her to say it, nor did he use the third person, he felt that this sentence had to be said as it was, and it would not be okay to add one more word, because that woman was so strong and loved someone so much, this was the respect that should be given to her.

"Don't you regret it?"

The porter laughed, but was crying, and his voice was shaking.

Crying, laughing, trembling, but he still straightened his back, and it was worth it, as straight as the handle of an oil-paper umbrella.

"I'm sorry for you tea girl"

Taking a deep breath, the porter tried his best to adjust his heart, gently put down the two large tanks he was holding with gentle and steady movements, removed the iron hook, clenched the flat pole, and then straightened his waist again and looked at Su Qi.

His eyes were still cloudy, but there was a little more coldness, a little more fierceness, and a touch of murder.

"That's the jar that the tea girl used to hold the mountain spring at that time?"

Su Qi didn't seem to care about the murderous intent shown by the porter, looked at the two clay jars, remembered the strong figure, and sighed a little.

"Yes. ”

The porter's answer was extremely short, not because he answered two words, but because his speech speed was extremely fast, and it only took one word for two words, because he only had madness in his eyes at this time, and he raised his flat pole and smashed it towards Su Qi.

Since he dared to stay here, Su Qi naturally had a way, looking at the crazy porter Su Qi's sneering eyes disappeared, but with a hint of appreciation.

On tiptoe, Su Qi was like a gust of wind, quickly retreated, and at the same time, a glimmer of light flashed in his hand, it was the demon snake Neidan who was shot to death by him, his behavior was very simple, very direct, open his mouth, swallow.

Suddenly, the wind rose, and it was the powerful force of the flat dan that waved the blowing wind, and smashed it down with the strength of ten thousand catties of the flat dan .

The quiver box was blocked in front of his chest, and Su Qi only had time to swallow the demon pill before he had already pumped it towards his chest.

With a thunderclap, Su Qi's body flew upside down into the distance like a kite with a broken string.

The porter is very crazy, naturally he will not stop, his speed is very fast, fast clothes can't withstand the force, the clothes made of hemp are torn, and a trace of twine is whipped on his hand with the wind, causing a loud crackling sound, and at the same time, his flat shoulder flew with the twine and instantly crossed all distances to the top of Su Qi's head.

Then came the deafening, as if the thunder of early spring had made the gloomy clouds of the sky even more condensed.

It must be the fate of the head to bloom when Su Qi is smashed by this flat burden, but all this is naturally impossible.

Everything happened very naturally, and the flat pole naturally fell, and then naturally stopped, because there was a light in front of the flat pole, and this light resisted the thunderous attack of the flat pole.

The light faded, and the porter saw it clearly, it was a knife, three feet long, three inches wide, the blade was flat, the color was red, it looked as if it had been soaked in blood for too long, and the blood water had invaded the blade and stained the blade red, but the blade was bright, smooth, and sharp, so there was light.

The blade was dim, and only a patch of crimson could be seen, like the crimson crescent moon that appeared in the sky for some years.

This knife is not recorded in the list of weapons, because almost all the people who have seen this knife are dead, why use almost? Because there is a man who has seen it and survived, but he has never mentioned the knife and the person, the battle

The only person who survived was the porter, he survived but life was worse than death, so he felt a sense of relief when he saw this knife today.

Because he was finally not afraid, and when he saw this sword, all he thought in his heart was to kill the man with the sword, and he would no longer be afraid, and he would not run away again.

But there was a trace of doubt in his heart, so when the knife blocked his flat pole, he turned over and retreated ten meters away.

The strength is very strong, even with this knife Su Qi was smashed to the muddy ground and looked a little embarrassed, but he quickly stood up and did not wipe the mud on his body, but looked at the porter and looked at it very calmly.

Under this calm gaze, the porter was puzzled, so he asked the question, "Are you really him?"

"Why not?" Su Qi didn't have any expression, his tone seemed very mechanical, he just raised the knife and pointed at the porter.

"You're too weak. ”

This is talking about a fact, not to satirize Su Qi's strength at this time, because the impression left on him by that person at that time was too terrifying!

Su Qi frowned slightly, and his always calm expression finally changed slightly, the porter couldn't understand it, and Su Qi didn't want to say that it was related to his illness, so he raised his knife and took a step forward.

Su Qi's strength is increasing dramatically, and that breath is still improving from the acquired meat refining to the innate ruins, and the peak of gathering gods and gathering gods is still improving.

"How is that possible!"

The husband's pupils constricted, what he saw and felt at this time was so incredible, how could this be possible? How could an acquired realm break through the innate in the blink of an eye? Or even break through the realm of yin and yang reality immediately?

Do you want to break through the void or even enter the fate?

The porter thought that he could be very calm, even crazy, as long as he killed the person in front of him, but at this moment, both peace and madness were broken in an instant, and the rest was more than surprise!

Why are you angry? Because the porter can be sure that Su Qi in front of him is the person who carried the knife back then!

Although the porter hesitated for a short time, this hesitation was only the time it took to blink an eye, and he lifted his flat pole and rose to the sky, and suddenly fell down, and it was smashed!

What is smashing? It is to condense all the power, from the top down, in an instant, at the end of the sharp force falling from the sky, the power of this smashing is amazing, just like a majestic mountain falling from the sky, rubbing by the air to make a thunderclapping sound.

It was the sound of the flames exploding, the critical point in the sky that Su Qi could see with the naked eye, there was a light, like a meteor, descending sharply, breaking through everything, gloomy clouds, gloomy sky seemed to be burned at this moment.

The gloomy sky, the dark and dull clouds were ignited by the meteor, and in an instant, they burned the place where Su Qi looked up, so he saw a beautiful scenery that should have been seen in the evening, burning clouds, so beautiful.

The fire cloud was swept away with the meteor's landing, as if a gust of wind was blown in an instant, blowing to the side of the meteor, wrapping the meteor, sweeping, roaring, and finally everything turned into a fire, burning violently, burning terrifyingly, like a heavenly fire falling after the sky cracked.