"Break it for me!!"

Dengshi suddenly sounded a thunderbolt in his ears, which shook Lone Star's ears and buzzed, as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer, Lone Star flew out upside down at the same time, "Wow" spurted out several mouthfuls of blood, and the sword shadow arranged in front of the old man also disappeared after this roar. [Ran^Text^Library] []

"Hmph, just a bloody rush period, I don't know how many old men like you have to kill in a year, even if you have some ability, if you want to get out, it's tantamount to a fool's dream, this is the gap!"

The old man walked slowly to Lone Star, looked at him condescendingly, the cold rain flowed down his face, adding a little chill to his already gloomy face, and at this time, there was finally no resentment in his eyes, replaced by a kind of pity, as if looking at an animal, extremely indifferent.

Sympathy is the most ferocious poison in this world, even if it is just a beam of gaze, it can incompletely hurt a person's body in a moment.

At this time, Lone Star tasted the taste of this poison, the old man's compassionate gaze was like a dagger on his heart, cutting all in one place, along with the pain and endless humiliation in his heart, after experiencing this pain to the extreme, he began to hate, hate his own powerlessness, hate his vulnerability.

When people are extremely humiliated, they are often faced with a choice, whether to continue to swallow their anger or swear to the death.

If you choose the former, you may be able to survive, but if you choose the latter, you are destined to die.

As the saying goes, ants still steal life, not to mention people, it is the instinct of people to cherish their lives, what is life, people will be killed as soon as they kowtow, and kowtow here means to endure humiliation.

However, there is another way of saying that, that is, people live for a breath, and people live for the sake of fighting for luck, and fighting for strength here means never compromising.

It is better to die standing than to live on your knees!

For some reason, this sentence suddenly became clearer and clearer in Lone Star's heart, and then, he felt full of strength, and then at the moment when the old man raised his hand to shoot it, he sat up like lightning and threw himself aside.

He didn't have time to think much about where this power came from, he quickly stood up and glanced in the direction he had come.

The heavy rain was still pouring, but it couldn't stop his hot gaze, and after some affectionate gaze, a sigh came belatedly.

"Thinking of my life, full of hardships, before I was born, I have borne 16 lives, since then I have been bullied and abused for ten years, the people in the village from the twilight, down to the young children, all hate me, hate me, almost want to get rid of me and then quickly, but my grandfather has taken care of me in every way, since I was a child, I love a lot, but I also died five years ago for saving me, from this point of view, my sin is not unserious. ”

"Hmph, then what are you waiting for, take your sword and break it yourself!"

Hearing his emotional words, the old man suddenly thought that he was desperate, and then he had the idea of life and death, and he couldn't help but rejoice, which was also in line with his own heart.

"It's broken, it's going to be broken, but it's not with me, it's with you. ”

As he spoke, Lone Star walked towards the old man step by step with his sword.

Seeing this, the old man was even more sure that he was here to send him to death, and sneered at the moment: "Oh, this is also true, if a person dies in his own hands, the process is too painful. ”

Lone Star smiled and didn't say a word, but when it was approaching, he suddenly made a move, and at this moment the speed was almost as fast as the extreme, and when he landed, the sword light stabbed at the old man without warning, and the silence around him was flooded with sad sword intent again.

"The tenth style of the ancient swordsmanship, go deep alone!"

The old man obviously didn't expect him to have such a hand, and he was suddenly shocked when he felt the sword intent, but the fighting instinct he had cultivated over the years made him quickly come back to his senses, and subconsciously slapped a palm.

This palm slapped on the blade of Lone Star's sword impartially, and the direction of his whole person changed, and he seemed to have expected it a long time ago, shaking his hand and turning the stars, this sword slashed on the old man's back with the force, and the blood instantly seeped out.

"I don't know what to live or die, you have completely me off!"

How can he not be angry, he thought that he was injured, he was injured, he was actually injured by a blood-rushing ant, he didn't know how long he hadn't been so angry, the hatred at this time was even higher than the original hatred of losing his son, and he was angry in his heart, he suddenly chased after him desperately, and roared and slapped dozens of palms at Lone Star, and the air around him trembled, relying on Lone Star's strength alone, he didn't think he could save his life with his full strength, but things were once again beyond his expectations, only to see Lone Star flash left and right, every time when his attack was about to work, he was dodged at a strange angle, and then look at his long sword twist, a dense sword net seems to appear in the sky, and in a moment, all his palm wind will be consumed.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but feel even more angry, but this series of attacks consumed too much of his physical strength, * He had to stop and recover for a while, and Lone Star was naturally no better.

At this time, the heavy rain has shown some signs of abating, and the thunder has lost its previous majesty, seeing this, Lone Star can't help but worry for a while, he knows that he has no choice, and if he hesitates, he will never have a chance again.

He suddenly had no idea of resting, at this moment the old man had exhausted his physical strength, it was the best time to launch a killing game to kill in one fell swoop, thinking of this, his eyes erupted with a trace of determination, and then he jumped into the air like a blood congestion, holding a sword in both hands, and slashed out from the sky.

"The twelfth style of the ancient swordsmanship, thunder!"

That's right, the killing game he laid out is to use this style as a guide, with the help of the power of the thunder to launch a fatal blow to the old man, this inspiration comes from the first time Xiao Yue showed him this style of swordsmanship, remember that at that time, Xiao Yue was able to attract the thunder, and although he is not enough realm, but in this thunderstorm weather still has a great chance of success, of course, the thunder is not so easy to borrow, he is likely to have not killed the old man, he has been hit by five thunder at the moment of contact and disappeared, but, he obviously can't care so much。

"Old thing, don't blame me for not talking about benevolence and righteousness, today I will send you a real Lei Hai funeral, enjoy it, this taste of annihilation, haha... Haha!"