"Go away! go away!" Xiao Yunhe roared, kicking forward, bringing up a puff of yellow sand, which immediately covered the man's face.

"Ahem...... cough ......" The sand choked into the man's throat, and he coughed repeatedly, and his face was full of snot and tears, and the sand and dirt made him look even more pitiful.

"Cloud Crane...... Save me......" The wind and sand became more urgent, and the man's breath weakened.

Xiao Yunhe closed his eyes tightly, his fists clenched, and his whole body trembled violently.

"Help me...... Help me......" The man's plea was still there.

"Get out!"

With a roar, Xiao Yunhe's clenched fists suddenly struck, and golden flames flashed from his arms, like a fire flying out of his fists, and two golden flames rushed straight towards the man's body.

In an instant, the man's pleading voice disappeared completely. The dazzling golden flames enveloped his whole body, and burned the violent wind and sand.

Xiao Yunhe closed his eyes tightly, but tears still kept flowing from under his eyelids, and he couldn't stop it.

When the golden flames covered the entire black storm, all of a sudden, the wind and sand, the man, the shaking of the ground, all the strange things, disappeared.

Xiao Yunhe was still at a loss and didn't know what was going on outside his body, his eyes were closed, and in silence, tears were pouring out.

"Brother Crane, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a very beautiful voice said in Xiao Yunhe's ear.

Xiao Yunhe opened his eyes tremblingly, and then, he saw it, and saw the peerless joy that had been haunting his heart and engraved into the depths of his soul.

"Brother He, what's wrong with you, why are you crying?" the woman walked over gently, tilted her head to look at the tear stains crisscrossing Xiao Yunhe's face, and said in surprise.

Xiao Yunhe didn't say a word, just looked at her with a pair of eyes.

"Brother Crane, what's going on, can you tell me about it?" the woman walked closer, and her beautiful face was full of heartfelt concern and worry.

"Brother Crane, if you have something unhappy, just tell me! The woman grabbed Xiao Yunhe's arm, gently leaned in, and snuggled up to Xiao Yunhe's side.

Xiao Yunhe's whole body trembled, and his lips squirmed, but he still didn't make any sound.

"Brother He, what's wrong with you?" the woman's voice brought out a little grievance, "You said that you hate others to deceive you the most, are you unwilling to share your heart with me now? I haven't hidden anything from you, why are you hiding it from me now? Don't you and I even have at least this little bit of trust?"

Xiao Yunhe's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help himself in his heart, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

"Brother He, what's wrong with you?" A pair of soft white and tender little hands caressed Xiao Yunhe's cheeks, "You weren't like this before, why don't you want to talk to me? Why don't you look at me? Don't you say, don't you like to look at me the most? Look at me, look at me, is my smile still as beautiful as you say?"

Xiao Yunhe trembled and lowered his head.

That peerless face was in his chest. As long as he gently bows his head and closes his arms, this peerless face that has appeared countless times in his dreams will be held in his arms and give him the warmest, warmest and sweetest hug in the world. That peerless epoxy will bloom for him again.

"Brother He, you look at me, why don't you talk to me?" A little tear appeared on that beautiful face, in those touching eyes, which was pitiful and heartbreaking.

Xiao Yunhe's heart was broken, his body trembled even more, but he still clenched his teeth, hardened his heart, and closed his eyes.

"You're not Yan Yan...... You're not ......."

Xiao Yunhe muttered, but the trembling of his body was even more intense.

"Brother He, look at me, of course I'm Yan Yan, it's your Yan Yan! Look at me, look at me, how can I not be Yan Yan? Brother He, how can you say that? Do you know how uncomfortable my heart feels when you say that?"

"No...... You're not...... You're not Yan Yan......"

"Brother Crane, since Vaughn and the two of them separated, I have been thinking about you every day. Thinking that one day, I will see you again, and I will never leave you again, and I will never be separated from you again. But now that I'm here, how can you say such hurtful things? You won't even look at me, don't you already like Yan Yan?"

"Of course I like Yan Yan...... But you're not...... You are a dream...... It's fake......" Xiao Yunhe's voice trembled, and the tears that were gradually drying out had a tendency to burst out of the embankment.

"I am, I am Yan Yan, I am the Yan Yan you like! You open your eyes and look at me, look at me!" The arms grabbed Xiao Yunhe, and the cold teardrops gently dripped on Xiao Yunhe's sleeves, wet. It penetrated into Xiao Yunhe's arm. The skin on my arm really felt the coldness of the teardrops.

"No...... You're not...... You're not......" Xiao Yunhe shook his head stubbornly, the muscles on his cheeks throbbing, showing the emotional fluctuations in his heart, far better than the low voice of himself.

"I am! I am!" The cold touch on his arm became stronger and stronger, and the familiar voice was still anxious and helpless, "Brother He, I beg you, you open your eyes, look at me, just look at me, okay?"

"No......" Xiao Yunhe said with difficulty, his neck seemed to be frozen, this very simple shaking movement, but he did it very slowly and hard.

"Brother He, you have changed!" The warm arms that had been holding Xiao Yunhe suddenly shook off heavily, and the beautiful voice also had a little more resentment and sadness.

Xiao Yunhe still closed his eyes tightly and didn't say a word, losing the warmth brought by those arms, Xiao Yunhe's two hands still maintained their original posture and froze, looking a little ridiculous, but he himself didn't feel ridiculous at all.

"Brother He, you don't like me anymore, you don't like Yan Yan anymore! You have changed, you make me very sad, very sad......" The voice was gradually moving away, and every time he said a word, Xiao Yunhe's body trembled.

"I like Yan Yan...... But you're not ......," Xiao Yunhe's voice became hoarse.

"You don't like Yan Yan anymore, Yan Yan doesn't like you anymore! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you to death!" The voice shouted out of control, Xiao Yunhe endured tears for a long time, and finally lost control, like a wild horse, surging out of his eyes.

"I hate you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, you bad guy!"

There was a "choking" sound, and Xiao Yunhe opened his eyes.

In front of him, there was a snow-bright long sword, pointed at his chest, and the tip of the sword was tightly attached to the heart of his left chest.

The cold touch, the skin with keen perception was stimulated by this, and a string of goosebumps exploded with excitement.

The blade of the sword was sharp, Xiao Yunhe had forgotten that his physical strength was beyond ordinary people, he only felt that as long as this sword was loosened forward, he would immediately be pierced through the heart and die.

But this sword did not immediately move forward and plunge further.

The other end of the sword was held in a small white and soft hand.

This hand should not have been held on the hilt of the sword. It should be clasped with its big hands, held by itself lovingly, and let it give itself warmth, tenderness, and sweetness.

But now, it was clenched tightly to a sharp, cold sword. It only takes a slight force to splash yourself and die here on the spot.

"You're going to ...... Kill me?" Xiao Yunhe's voice turned hoarse, and he asked.

"I hate you, you betrayed me, I want you to die! If you don't die, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!" The woman's pretty face was full of crystal and shining tears, and her beautiful jade face was a little more discordant, which completely destroyed the entire beauty, but made Xiao Yunhe's heart tremble even more.

"You're a fake...... It's fake......" Xiao Yunhe's eyes were confused for a moment and heartbroken for a while, he shook his head with difficulty and repeated.

"From today onwards, Yan Yan will never like Xiao Yunhe again! Yan Yan hates him! Hates him to death!" The long sword on Xiao Yunhe's chest trembled, and the sharp tip of the sword slashed lightly on Xiao Yunhe's chest, and a long wound immediately appeared on his chest.

Crimson blood immediately flowed from the wound. It dyed the placket red, dripping onto the blade of the sword.

The surface of the sharp long sword was extremely smooth, and these blood beads had no ability to adhere to it at all, and after dripping forward for a distance of half an inch, they had to flow down the smooth sword body like a mirror under the influence of their own gravity, and drip to the ground drop by drop.

The sound of "tick-tock" dripping blood is particularly clear in this dead environment.

Although the heart is not pierced, the position close to the heart is abundant, even if it is only an epidermal wound. After a short while, under the blade of the sword, a small pool of blood had accumulated on the ground, and as the blood drops kept dripping, there were layers of ripples.

Xiao Yunhe lowered his head and stared at the small pool of blood in the ground without blinking.

It's his blood, it's red. The vivid blood red reflected his eyes and pierced his heart.

"You're going to ...... Kill me?" Xiao Yunhe raised his head little by little, looked at the pretty face of the woman opposite, and asked.

It's still that pretty face, it's still exactly the same as the peerless face in his heart.

That face should have been full of flowery smiles all the time. But now, there is no smile on it. Yes, only a face distorted by sadness and anger.

"I, hate, you!" the woman said word by word, between the words, the implied coldness, and the bitter hatred, made Xiao Yunhe's whole body tremble again.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, the sharp long sword pierced through his chest, Xiao Yunhe snorted, and a bewitching blood flower bloomed on his chest.

Xiao Yunhe didn't mean to dodge at all, he quietly looked at the pretty face in front of him that had been distorted.

The blood in his chest flowed out of the long sword that was inserted straight into it, and Xiao Yunhe's face was no longer bloodless, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the sword inserted in his chest.

Slowly, he stretched out his hand, both hands stretched out, gripping the sharp edge of the sword, clenching.

The soft skin on the palm of his hand was squeezed together hard, and the sharp and cold blade sank deep into the palm of his flesh, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

This sword is very sharp, a sword stabbed out, and it didn't use much force, it had already pierced Xiao Yunhe's sternum, heart, and chest, revealing a little head from the back, which showed the sharpness of this sword.

But Xiao Yunhe now holds the sword tightly with both hands, which is equivalent to adding twice the strength to his two hands, but it does not leave a single scar on the palm.

Xiao Yunhe lowered his head, grabbed the sword, flipped his hand, and pulled it out forcefully.

The long sword was still sharp, and Xiao Yunhe didn't use much strength, so he pulled out the sword very lightly.

On the body of the sword, there is still a cold light that can be seen. There was still a lot of blood on it, but it still couldn't stay on this smooth sword body for much time, tick-tock, the blood on the sword body kept flowing down the sword body, spilling on the ground drop by drop, forming a blood line.

Xiao Yunhe looked at the sword, then shook his head, shook it casually, and threw the sword aside.

Xiao Yunhe then lowered his head again and looked at his chest.

The long sword inserted in his chest was pulled out, and surging blood spurted out of the broken heart, and this small blood hole became a fountain of blood.

He stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on the large blood hole in his chest, the surging blood was still surging outward, and the untight palm could not stop the momentum of blood gushing out. Between the five fingers, blood flowed. Although he was no longer as unrestrained as before, in the fine fingers, the momentum of blood flowing was even more urgent, dyeing all the clothes on the lower half of Xiao Yunhe's body red.

"Is this my blood? It seems that your methods are not very clever. Xiao Yunhe's voice had regained his calmness, and he said lightly.

Immediately, he stretched out his other hand and gently touched the wound on his chest.

Next, a magical scene appeared.

The surging blood was still surging outward, but as soon as Xiao Yunhe gently wiped the hand away, the next moment, the blood that sprayed outwards into a blood fountain disappeared silently.

Xiao Yunhe's other hand was also gently taken away.

What is jaw-dropping is that the blood hole that pierced Xiao Yunhe's heart is gone.

The clothes at the wound had already been cut off, and only intact skin was exposed, although Xiao Yunhe had continuous injuries of various sizes, his body had a strong ability to repair. There was no damage on it, only fair skin and angular muscles.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a lot of blood on the clothes under Xiao Yunhe's body, it would really make people think that what Xiao Yunhe experienced just now was just a ridiculous dream.

And in reality, it was indeed a dream.

Xiao Yunhe raised his head, and in front of him, his beautiful face was gone.

"Yan Yan...... Thank you......" Xiao Yunhe muttered, a warm current flowed through his heart, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Then, he sighed.

Suddenly, the surroundings changed again. The yellow sand is gone, the blood on the ground is gone, and the ground under Xiao Yunhe's feet has turned into a withered grass.

Xiao Yunhe lowered his head, and the blood stains on his body were gone. Even the damage in the heart of the chest is already intact.

Fortunately, this qiē is just a dream......

"You won. Behind Xiao Yunhe, a weak voice said.

Xiao Yunhe turned around, and in a pile of withered grass not far in front of him, a figure dressed in gray curled up and fell to the ground.

"Who are you?" Xiao Yunhe asked.

The gray figure trembled, the gray coat, trembling like a wave, slowly wriggling, and a roe deer's head came out of it.

What surprised Xiao Yunhe a little was that on this languishing face, the sharp-beaked monkey gills, and the most amazing thing was that the skin on the head and face was all pitch-black as ink, as if it was smeared with black ink, and there was no trace of normal skin color at all.

"Who are you?" Xiao Yunhe asked again, taking a step forward.

"You won. The dark-skinned monster raised his head and glanced at Xiao Yunhe, and said weakly.

"Your illusion is very good, I almost fell into it. Xiao Yunhe didn't get carried away, but shook his head and said.

"I almost lost, I didn't expect that my first battle in the world would become my last battle. I had been away for too long, and I thought that Yiqiē was still like what my ancestors said. But I didn't expect that a qiē has changed. The dark-skinned monster sighed, his face bloodless from the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks, and he had to stop and catch his breath after saying such a long sentence.

"I seem to ...... It didn't hurt you, did it?" Xiao Yunhe frowned, looked at him and asked.

Although he learned a lot about illusion from Ye Huanyan, he was not an illusionist, and he still lacked enough understanding of the secret spell of illusion. Although he had just been cautious and experienced the temptation of all kinds of illusions, he had no means to resist.

And now looking at the appearance of this black-skinned weirdo, although there are no scars on the surface, judging from Xiao Yunhe's years of injury experience, it is obvious that he has suffered a serious injury to his internal organs, and if he can't get timely treatment, he probably won't survive today.

"You have broken the four illusions I created, and my decades of skill have been destroyed by you. Now, I am not far from death, and I will not be able to breathe for more than an hour. The dark-skinned strange man opened his mouth and said, although his tone was gloomy, but there was no trace of despair and fear, but a kind of calm that saw through the world.

It's as if the most important question of life and death in the eyes of the world is nothing to him, as if it were something that happened to someone else.

"Who are you? Among the barbarians, I don't seem to have heard of a master like you. Xiao Yunhe asked with a frown, his expression stern.

Although he broke the illusion of this dark-skinned monster today, only he really understood the danger in it. If one is not careful, he may be caught in it. And once he indulges in the illusions created by the illusionist, he is doomed.

Even he almost fell into the illusionist's spell, if there are still many such illusion masters hidden among the barbarians, then the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Left Guard Army are very dangerous.

"Of course there are no barbarians. They only have a little bit of poor martial arts, my brother is as stupid as a cow, how can he be qualified to have a master like me?" The dark-skinned monster was actually very cooperative, and he replied very happily without Xiao Yunhe's coercion and trickery.

"You're not a barbarian?" Xiao Yunhe was even more strange and asked again.

From the other party's tone full of disdain, Xiao Yunhe believed that he was not lying. He had never heard of such a dark-skinned master among the barbarians.

With such a strange-looking master, if there is really a zài among the barbarians, it is impossible for the Left Guard, who has fought with the barbarians for ten years, not to know any news.

But if this dark-skinned monster wasn't a barbarian, then why was he here? and, as soon as he appeared, he launched an all-out attack on himself, even though he was the one who died in the end.

"Of course not, I am a noble Mo family, how can I be associated with those stupid and stupid vulgar barbarians? The dark-skinned stranger was proud at first, but at the end his face darkened and his face was gray.

"Could it be...... Are you from the Holy City?" Xiao Yunhe asked in a trembling voice with a bold thought flashing in his heart.

"You know the Holy City, yes, yes, it seems that I still underestimate you. Holy City, such a distant place......" The dark-skinned strange man looked at Xiao Yunhe in surprise, and finally sighed alone, his expression was very sentimental, as if it touched his heart.

"Are you really from the Holy City?" Xiao Yunhe stared at him tightly, his fists clenched tightly together, and his expression was solemn.

"Boy, have you offended the people of the Holy City?Why do you have such a bitter and hateful expression?" the dark-skinned strange man asked as he looked at Xiao Yunhe, whose expression suddenly changed drastically.

"You're not from the Holy City?" Xiao Yunhe asked in disbelief as he heard something wrong from the other party's words.

"Who sued you, I'm from the Holy City?" but ......" The dark-skinned strange man laughed, looked at Xiao Yunhe with bad intentions, and said, "You have offended the people of the Holy City, right? Boy, you are in trouble! I advise you to hurry home now to arrange the funeral, otherwise, when the people from the Holy City arrive, there will not even be anyone to collect your body!"

"I don't need you to worry about my business! You better think about it, who will collect your body!" Denying the terrible conjecture in his heart, Xiao Yunhe breathed a sigh of relief and snorted coldly.

"Collect the corpse? no, no......" The dark-skinned monster was still gloating, but when he heard Xiao Yunhe's words, his face was gloomy again, and he sighed with interest.

Unexpectedly, this dark-skinned strange man's expression was quite rich, and in this short period of time, his face changed several times, and he was even more elusive than a child without longevity.

"Who the hell are you?" Xiao Yunhe regained his composure and asked again.

"Why should I sue you?" the dark-skinned stranger glanced at Xiao Yunhe and asked rhetorically.

"If you answer my question honestly, I can't let you live, but I can let you die quietly without any pain. Otherwise......" Xiao Yunhe threatened.

"Otherwise, you will torture me with all kinds of torture, and torture me to the point that I can't survive or die, you want to say that, right?" The dark-skinned weird was really strange, and before Xiao Yunhe finished speaking, he had already rushed to make up for him.

Xiao Yunhe looked at him coldly, without saying a word, with a cold face.

"Well, in order to save myself from so much torture before I die, I'll sue you. Actually, this is not a secret that cannot be said. It's just that even if you say it, it won't help you much. It's just going to add a lot of trouble to you. If I say it, you won't regret it. The dark-skinned weirdo smiled and said with the two rows of dazzling white teeth in his mouth.

Looking at his current smiling expression, who would have thought that he was already a man who had been seriously injured and died for a short time?

Xiao Yunhe looked at him coldly, and his cold gaze did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Young people are always too reckless, and since you insist on doing so, I'll fulfill your curiosity!" the dark-skinned stranger sighed, changed his tone, and said, "I'm not a barbarian, I come from a secret family. You may look at my dark skin as strange, but in our family, in our small village, everybody, has the same skin color as mine. You look at me and I feel strange, but in our eyes, you people are really strange. ”

"Where is your family?" Xiao Yunhe said coldly.

"Why, do you want to listen carefully and outflank our hometown? Boy, you are very smart, but unfortunately, even if you knew, it would not help. The dark-skinned weirdo saw through the small abacus in Xiao Yunhe's heart at a glance, and laughed disdainfully.

Xiao Yunhe pursed his lips, since he had seen through it, he obviously wouldn't tell him the truth anymore.

"Our Mo family, I don't know how many years ago, hundreds of years, or thousands of years? Anyway, a long, long time ago, our family lived in seclusion in the desert of northern Xinjiang. At that time, there were no such things at all. The history of our family is much older than that of your country. You don't understand at all how powerful our Mo family is. A kid like you seems to be pretty good on the outside, but when you put it in our Mo family, it's not even average. The dark-skinned monster ruthlessly hit Xiao Yunhe's self-confidence, but Xiao Yunhe was not moved at all.

"If you don't want to tell me the truth, I don't mind being a cool official who tortures you to extract confessions!" Xiao Yunhe took a step forward and said with a cold face.

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and their courage is commendable, but to put it bluntly, this is just another way of saying that the ignorant are fearless!Boy, do you know how many masters there are in our Mo family?" looked at Xiao Yunhe with a sneer, and seeing that Xiao Yunhe was still unmoved, the black-skinned monster said again, "You have also fought with me, what do you think, what is my strength?"

"Not bad. Xiao Yunhe gave such an evaluation.

"Thank you, you didn't directly arrogantly say that I am a mediocre hand who is not worth mentioning!" the dark-skinned stranger laughed, but sneered, "In the Mo family, our sect is an outlier. Only my family's lineage is the one who cultivates illusion in the era. Except for me, the rest of the clansmen are all pure martial arts cultivators. You may not know much about illusions, but do you know who those people of mine are? I'm not afraid to tell you, among them, the Martial King is the most basic bottom line level! Among them, there are more than a dozen Martial Emperors. Although only a few dozen people were dispatched this time, there were also four Martial Emperors accompanying them. There is even the strongest patriarch who personally stepped forward, although your Left Guard defeated the barbarians, but in front of the real masters, it is just a joke!"

"Yes, this story you made up is wonderful. If it weren't for the fact that you were already going to die, I really should recommend you to be a storyteller. Xiao Yunhe said coldly.

"You don't believe it, believe it or not, it's up to you! The truth is undeniable, in a few days, when your army is completely wiped out, you will understand how correct what I said!" Xiao Yunhe didn't believe it, but the dark-skinned monster saw it in his eyes, but he was not angry at all, and said calmly.

"Your family is so powerful, why do you have to help those murderous barbarians?A super master like you shouldn't need to get involved in this kind of dispute between civilians, right?" Xiao Yunhe said expressionlessly.

"Yo, didn't you say I was making up stories, why do you believe it now?" the dark-skinned weirdo laughed wryly, teasingly, "Is a storyteller's words worth asking?"

"Do you say it or not?" Xiao Yunhe became angry, and took a step forward, and the person had already come to the body of the dark-skinned stranger.

"Say, of course it can be said, otherwise, before I die, I will be tortured by you, a milky boy who has not dried up, and how can I still have the face to meet my ancestors when I come down in the future?" the dark-skinned weirdo laughed.

Xiao Yunhe snorted coldly, lowered his head, and looked at him coldly.

"Our Mo family, since the day of seclusion, has never stepped out of seclusion for so many years. Originally, I should have died in that small village all my life, just like my ancestors, and I didn't have the opportunity to come out and see the outside world. This qiē was caused by a promise made by my ancestors. ”

"No one can tell what happened to that ancestor back then. I only remember that our Mo family has always circulated a precept from our ancestors, when we owed others a favor, on the other day, if someone came to us with a silver dragon arrow, our Mo family must unconditionally help him complete one thing, no matter what it is. This phrase has been passed down from generation to generation, and no one has ever appeared with that arrow, and none of us take it seriously. Who knows, in our generation, that person, that arrow, will really come. The dark-skinned strange man spoke eloquently, and at the end, there was another sigh.

"So, your ancestors owe a favor to the barbarians, and it was someone who found you with that arrow that you would go out of the mountain to help them and deal with us?" Xiao Yunhe asked.

"That's right, my brain reacts pretty quickly!" the dark-skinned weirdo approving, but he didn't know if it was true or false.

"How many of you came out, and how did you arrange it?" Xiao Yunhe's face remained calm, and he asked again.

But the dark-skinned monster didn't cooperate, closed his eyes, and didn't say a word.

"Answer my question, or ......," Xiao Yunhe raised one of his feet above the black-skinned monster's palm, making a threatening gesture.

This dark-skinned monster practiced illusion, and now that he was seriously injured, his hands were completely defenseless. As long as he stepped down, with Xiao Yunhe's current strength, he could crush all five of his fingers with one kick.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, if Xiao Yunhe goes down this foot, Xiao Yunhe will not believe it, this black-skinned weirdo can still maintain his current toughness.

But the black-skinned strange man seemed to have an iron heart, he was stubborn, he just closed his eyes and didn't speak, his whole body was motionless, and he didn't seem to notice that Xiao Yunhe was ready to poison him.

"I don't have much patience, I'll count to three, after counting, if you don't know how to lift, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Xiao Yunhe said coldly, and the foot in front of him pulled it up again.

"One!"

Xiao Yunhe shouted coldly for the first time.

The dark-skinned monster didn't move, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

"Two!"

Xiao Yunhe's face was grim, and he continued to shout in the same tone.

Still unresponsive, the dark-skinned monster stood upright, like a dead man.

"Three!"

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Yunhe finally shouted.

Xiao Yunhe stared at the dark-skinned monster tightly, but he didn't notice any response, and no part of his body moved, from head to toe.

Xiao Yunhe's eyes were cold, and the foot that was raised in mid-air stepped on it heavily.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, under Xiao Yunhe's heavy feet, the right hand of the black-skinned strange man was trampled on without any suspense. The bones of the five fingers were crushed, and the broken bone slag pierced the surface of the skin, and red blood quickly emerged from the wounds all over the palms.

"Huh?"

Xiao Yunhe let out a startled sigh and withdrew his front foot.

His heart has long been polished stronger than iron and stone by this cruel war, and this small means is not enough to make him have any emotional fluctuations.

What really surprised him was the reaction of the dark-skinned weirdo.

This foot has been stepped on, and this guy's palm has been crushed by himself. Although such a serious injury is not fatal, the pain of this intensity is definitely not something that can be endured by simple forbearance.

Even Xiao Yunhe himself can't do it by asking himself, after his palm is crushed, he can still grit his teeth and hold on motionless.

Xiao Yunhe has been beaten since he was a child, and years of pain have given him endurance far beyond ordinary people. He didn't believe that there would be people in the world who would be even worse than he was back then, and he could still cultivate such a powerful ability to endure pain.

"Hey, sue you, it's useless to pretend to be dead! If you play this hand again, you're welcome!" Xiao Yunhe snorted coldly.

The dark-skinned monster still didn't react, the crushed palm lay limply on the ground, and the whole hand was trampled into a flat flesh paper shape, blood flowed, but he still didn't react like a dead man.

Xiao Yunhe snorted angrily, and with a single hand, a golden flame rolled towards the black-skinned monster's body.

As soon as the golden flame touched the dark-skinned monster, it was like a spark falling into a pot of oil, and with a snort, it burned wildly. The golden flames burst forth, and in an instant, they enveloped the dark-skinned monster.

The golden flames burned wildly, but Xiao Yunhe's face changed, and with a move of his other hand, these crazy golden flames disappeared.

On the ground, the dark-skinned monster was still there. Xiao Yunhe's fire was put away as soon as it was put away, and it didn't burn for long.

But this golden flame is not an ordinary flame, even Xiao Yunhe himself can't tell what the origin of this strange golden flame is.

In such a short period of time, in less than five seconds, the body of the black-skinned monster has been burned to the point of changing its appearance.

Looking at the current appearance of this dark-skinned weirdo, it is a bit out of place to call him a dark-skinned weirdo again.

The gray clothes on his body had been burned to the ground. The exposed skin has lost its swarthy black, but has become an off-white.

From head to toe, face, hands, and every inch of skin on the whole body, it turned this grayish-white similar to the ash of plants and trees.

The current dark-skinned weirdos, a more appropriate name, should be gray-skinned weirdos.

It was burned to the point where it is now, and the surface skin of the dark-skinned weirdo has been burned to ashes. The internal organs inside were also scorched. With such a serious injury, even if the dark-skinned monster was intact, he would be dead now and could not die again.

And he still lay upright on the ground, not moving. His posture was still the same as the one that had been burned by the fire before, and the palm that had been trampled on was still lying there on his stomach, and he had not moved at all.

Xiao Yunhe looked at the dark-skinned stranger with a solemn gaze, and suddenly leaned down, stretched out two fingers, and stretched out the tip of the dark-skinned stranger's nose.

After a long time, Xiao Yunhe withdrew his hand and straightened up.

Dead, this dark-skinned weirdo, dead.

was burned like this by Xiao Yunhe, no matter how good a person is, he will be burned to death. But Xiao Yunhe judged that this dark-skinned weirdo was obviously not burned to death by himself.

If he had died by setting fire to himself, he would have struggled when he was burned. Although the burning speed of that golden flame is very fast, the person who is burned will still live for a while. Burned by this kind of Cheng dù, if he can still stand still, Xiao Yunhe can only sigh, such a person can no longer be regarded as a person, but a demon.

Although the dark-skinned weird man has a strange appearance and a strange temper, he is a person, not a demon.

This is enough to show that he was already dead before Xiao Yunhe set the fire.