Successfully disturbed Xia Qingyang's mind, Xia Qingyou had a smug sneer on the corner of his mouth, one foot retreated, his center of gravity shifted back, his arms were raised to his chest, and he twisted up and down, locking the attacking fist.

"Carving insect skills!" Xia Qingyu snorted coldly, and his arms suddenly exerted force, intending to break Xia Qingyang's arms.

Don't look at Xia Qingyou is only sixteen years old, but he has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, and his martial arts attainments are by no means idle, although his absolute strength is not strong, it is still possible to break a person's arm.

However, Xia Qingyang is not a lamb to be slaughtered, during the ten years of exile, he competed with Hou Kuan almost every day, and from time to time he entered the mountains to fight with wild beasts, although his physique did not seem to be strong, but his muscles and bones were absolutely strong, and the strength contained in it was by no means comparable to Xia Qingyou.

So Xia Qingyou consciously made a steady move, but in exchange for an embarrassing situation, his arms were like twisting an iron rod, not only the other party's arm was not broken, but his own arm was in pain, his handsome face was slightly red, "ho-" exerted force again.

How could Xia Qingyang let him shoot endlessly, his shoulders sank suddenly, his entangled arm shook hard, and a fierce force suddenly erupted, bouncing Xia Qingyou's arms away, and the iron fist took advantage of the weakness to smash Huanglong!

Xia Qingyou's heart tightened, knowing that he was careless, but he was also in danger, his chest shrank backwards as if it was collapsing, and at the same time, his hands put his hands on Xia Qingyang's arm again, four fingers together, thumbs apart, one in front and one behind, respectively, locking Xia Qingyang's elbow and shoulder joints.

"Split the muscles and bones!" Xia Qingyou snorted violently, and the green tendons in his arms were exposed, obviously using all his strength.

Dongtu Kyushu is the world of soul masters, and the overall level of martial arts is not high, even the most proficient martial soul masters rely on soul power to bless their strength and speed, and the subtlety of skills and tricks is secondary.

The Xia family is only the lowest-level family, and the level of the martial arts classics they have can naturally be imagined, and it is already commendable that Xia Qingyou can use this kind of method.

Xia Qingyang's muscles and bones are strong, but they are not steel and iron bones after all, a heart-rending pain came, but he also snorted suddenly, a fierce look appeared on his face, and the fist he struck out was unstoppable.

This is a lose-lose style of play, Xia Qingyou's eyes froze, and a trace of puzzlement flashed, both defeats are naturally the other party's foolish dreams, the damage that this punch can cause to himself is absolutely limited, but it has to pay an arm as a price.

"There is courage and no strategy!" A touch of disdain flashed in Xia Qing's eyes, and his hands were about to exert force, when he suddenly caught a bright light hitting his lower abdomen.

It's a dagger!

"Despicable!" Xia Qingyou was slightly flustered, if it weren't for the light of the dagger in the night that attracted his attention, this move would really be successful, one arm for one life, this abacus was extremely good.

At this time, where could he care about any tendons and bones, his hands were loosened and pushed, his feet were a little at the same time, and with that force, his body was backwards.

Xia Qingyang's face sank into the water, like a shadow, the hand holding the dagger suddenly quickly went up, Xia Qingyou's arm that had not had time to retract was suddenly cut open, and the blood flowed like an infusion, reflecting Xia Qingyang's devouring eyes, and also shocking Xia Qingyou's liver and gallbladder heart!

"Uncle Ping, save me!" Xia Qing's mournful cry pierced the night sky.

Calmness is the first rule of hunting. Xia Qingyang didn't pay any attention to the black-clothed man who dismounted suddenly, the hand holding the knife was as firm as ever, the movements were fast but not chaotic, pressing step by step, and the move was fatal.

The man in black who was called Uncle Ping, looking at the two Xia family disciples fighting for their lives, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: even if the captive eagle has practiced superb flying skills and mastered exquisite hunting skills, as long as it has not experienced setbacks and difficulties, it will never be able to strike the sky and reign on the earth, and it is very easy to die!

I hope that after this ordeal of escaping death, this proud young eagle can truly grow. After Uncle Ping landed on the ground, his toes touched the ground slightly, and his whole body swept out like a ghost, as fast as lightning.

At this time, Xia Qingyou had completely lost his fighting spirit and prestige, and he was tired of coping with it in a hurry and retreating, and there was no discipline at all, but fortunately, his light body kung fu was good, and his body technique was also flexible, otherwise he would have died under Xia Qingyang's knife.

The road is uneven, which is not a problem for these people, but at this time, Xia Qingyou, who has lost his proportion, has already lost his body's center of gravity, and he stepped into a pothole in the backwards, and his whole body immediately tilted down.

"Ahh

Xia Qingyang didn't expect this change, his body rushed forward slightly, and his wrist sank in a hurry, and the dagger was inserted mercilessly.

A woman's kindness is unavoidable, and dying beasts are often the most dangerous, and the hunters are often caught off guard by their dying counterattacks.

The sharp blade of the dagger touched Xia Qingyou's chest, and the cold breath made Xia Qingyou suddenly open his eyes, his whole body was like sifting chaff, his lower body suddenly tightened, and a stream of heat flowed down his pants, "Don't kill me!"

Xia Qingyang did not respond, cold as an emotionless stone sculpture, no pity, no pleasure, it was this calmness that allowed him to capture the imperceptible changes around him at this moment.

A black shadow suddenly jumped out of the night, silent and almost dull, but it was like a sudden ringing of the bell Dalu, so startled that even the toad on the side of the road closed its mouth and did not dare to breathe.

The black shadow's target was Xia Qingyang, his feelings were naturally more profound than that of a toad, his heart suddenly tightened, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, he was shocked, and he didn't care about inserting the dagger that was already close at hand into Xia Qingyou's chest, and quickly retreated.

"Soul Master!" In an instant of contact, Xia Qingyang made a judgment, this Uncle Ping doesn't know who it is, but he is definitely a soul master, but he doesn't know what realm it is, if it is a one-star soul master, maybe there is a fight, if it is a two-star or even higher, then today will be more auspicious.

However, Xia Qingyang had no intention of being restrained, not even a trace of fear, after he took two steps back, he suddenly turned back, and recoiled back at a faster speed, and the dagger in his hand raised a knife shadow in front of his chest.

Uncle Ping pulled Xia Qingyou behind him, looked at Xia Qingyang who rushed over, and couldn't help but praise in his heart, a young man who was not a master of martial arts was afraid to shoot at a soul master, but this courage was rarely matched.

But praise is admiration, and what should be done still has to be done. I saw that his right hand suddenly raised to his chest, and the ten mysterious points in his body flowed out of a stream of soul power at the same time, which converged on his right hand in an instant, and a white fiery five star flashed on the back of his hand in the dark.

"One-star soul master?" Xia Qingyang's heart moved, and he quickly changed his moves, but the opponent was faster, the white palm flicked like lightning, hitting the blade of the dagger, and the weak fingers hit the sharp blade, but there was a piercing sound of gold and iron.

Xia Qingyang's mouth was shocked, his fist was released, and the dagger fell weakly.

The white palm was unscathed, clenched into a fist, and smashed it without any fancy fancy.

Xia Qingyang raised his numb hand to meet it, but with the other hand, he took the opportunity to catch the dagger in mid-air, this was the only thing on his body that could hurt the other party, and if he lost it, he would have no chance of winning.

The moment he grasped the dagger, his fist smashed open his palm and smashed into his chest, if it weren't for the advance of his feet and the rapid retreat with his waist and abdomen, this punch would have broken his sternum.

This is a stunt he has practiced many times with the bear blind man, and he has dodged countless bear paw blows, but unfortunately this time he is facing a one-star soul master.

Xia Qingyang, who was retreating, only felt that his chest was like a fire, the pain was splitting, his throat was slightly sweet, a mouthful of blood was already unbearable to spurt out, and his head became a little sluggish because of the severe pain, but he still did not forget, and when he retreated, he jumped over the ditch, the dark ditch dug out with a dagger and covered with weeds.

Then, he stood half a meter behind the dark ditch, hunched over, coughing violently, blood flowing inexorably down his fingers.

Uncle Ping stood on the side of the road, withdrew his fist, and glanced at Xia Qingyang in surprise: "You actually took my punch hard?"

Xia Qingyang barely stood up straight, tried to adjust his breathing, gasped and smiled miserably: "It's just a one-star soul master, and it's not an elite soul master, you can't even use soul skills, what's strange about me taking your punch, it's really funny." ”

"Ping, Uncle Ping, kill him, kill him for me!" Xia Qingyu escaped death, sat on the ground in shock, pointed at Xia Qingyang and roared, seeing that Xia Qingyang seemed to be injured, he immediately laughed and said: "Aren't you going to kill me?" ”

Uncle Ping glanced at the emotional Xia Qingyou, and nodded after a little hesitation, in fact, he didn't want to humiliate the tough young man opposite, but he couldn't disobey the young master's order.

Turning around, he stepped in front of Xia Qingyang almost in one step, and the white star appeared on the back of his hand again, "I'm sorry little brother, but if you die at the hands of a soul master, you can also look at it." ”

"It's not certain who lives and who dies. Xia Qingyang said and suddenly retreated half a step, kicked his feet, twisted his waist, and the whole person was like a dragon going out to sea, moving forward.

"Dying and struggling!" Uncle Ping smiled disdainfully, Xia Qingyang's movements seemed ridiculous to him, in the face of the absolute power of the soul master, all struggles were destined to be in vain.

"It's over!" Uncle Ping stepped out of the forefoot and landed on the ground, and the fist shining with the white star struck out flatly.

"Huh?" Uncle Ping's indifferent and confident expression moved for the first time, the forefoot did not set foot on the ground, but there was an empty ditch under the soft weeds, Rao was he reacted quickly, but he couldn't adjust his center of gravity in this situation, he was a soul master, but it didn't mean omnipotent.

The body inevitably leaned forward, and the fist naturally fell down, losing its accuracy.

Xia Qingyang was already close at this time, and smashed a fist into Uncle Ping's other hand that he was trying to block, without the blessing of soul power, the gap between the two sides was not too big, Uncle Ping suddenly became empty, and as soon as he realized that something was wrong, he felt a chill on his neck, and when he looked down in shock, he felt that his head was inconvenient, so he hurriedly reached out and touched it.

Scarlet and sticky blood stained the palms of his hands, and a ho-ho sound came out of his throat, and the dignified one-star soul master overturned in the gutter, his eyes widened, and he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

Xia Qingyang flew up and kicked it over, ignoring the mental fatigue and physical pain, holding the blood-dripping dagger, and walking towards the road step by step.

A hunter who has just finished killing a vicious wolf and walked to the wolf cub alive!

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