Chapter 106: The White-Haired Boy [2]

Everyone is not blind, Sun Wushuang's fist with such strength fell on the young man's head, the young man did not die like this, it is a blessing, and it is light if he has no eye.

Black blood flowed from the young man's blind eyes, which was shocking.

But the left left eye of the young man was still flowing with light blue light, as clear as ever.

Dongfang Fang Lan remembered that this young man faced Leng Zhu that day, and his eyes were also as without hatred and remorse as this.

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In the snow, Dongfang Fang Lan dragged the half-dead boy out of ten steps, and threw the boy on the snow like a dead thing, and the boy was thrown out and knelt on the ground, wanting to stand up, but he couldn't.

The boy struggled several times, but finally fell heavily into the snow again, his bloody face buried in the snow, unable to hear his breathing.

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Sun Wushuang would never accept that the young man who killed his granddaughter would have no regrets or regrets when he died.

Grabbing the boy's withered and snow-white hair, Sun Wushuang, whose eyes were red, lifted the boy's head buried in the snow, and the boy at this time was like having no bones, and Sun Wushuang grabbed his hair and dragged him straight.

The boy couldn't even straighten up.

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Sun Wushuang grabbed the boy's hair with one hand, stepped on the boy's back with one foot, and raised the boy's left arm with the other.

Sun Wushuang wanted to see now if this little bastard could continue to pretend after he folded off all the limbs of this little bastard with white hair.

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Against people, one more breath is one more chance of life, Li Chen was seriously injured by the young man's sword, and he has consumed too much natal qi, although the young man died painfully at this time, he bought him a lot of time.

As for Zhang Kulin?

Even if Dongfang Fang Lan was seriously injured, but Dongfang Fang Lan didn't move, so why did he Zhang Kulin dare to move?

And the seriously injured body was still the lord Dongfang Fang Lan, who was so frightened that Zhang Kulin didn't dare to act rashly, just holding the sword in his back hand at this time, quietly looking at the white-haired young man.

Others don't understand the young man's eyes, but it doesn't mean that Dongfang Fang Lan doesn't understand the young man's eyes:

The young man's eyes were those of a swordsman.

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But Dongfang Lan was a little curious.

How can a person be able to have no hatred for the person who killed him?

So Dongfang Fang Lan just watched, Dongfang Fang Lan wanted to see if this young man still had no regrets or hatred when he died.

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And over there, Sun Wushuang had already broken one of the young man's arms.

The flesh and bones are connected, which means that the bones and the flesh and blood of the person grow together, Sun Wushuang stepped on the back of the young man with one foot, and just tore the flesh off the young man's shoulder alive from the bones.

Sun Wushuang did not tear off the young man's arm directly, but broke the flesh and blood on the young man's shoulder.

I know that from now on, if this young man survives, I am afraid that he will only be able to hang a useless arm.

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The falling snow falls from the silent and dark sky, fluttering in every corner of this Fuso City, the tree holes that do not see the light of day, and the winter grass that grows towards the sun, this falling snow can be touched.

The white snowflakes fell on the boy's shocking wound and turned into red snow.

The young man who was blind in one eye and had a broken hand was thrown on the snow by Sun Wushuang, as if he was out of breath.

However, if you look at the young man's eyes through the snowflakes, you can see the half-open eyes of the young man with all his might.

The young man's light blue eyes still did not contain a trace of hatred.

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Sun Wushuang hasn't stopped yet.

How could Sun Wushuang stop?

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blinded the young man's right eye and broke the young man's left hand, Sun Wushuang at this time had to tear off the young man's right hand!

Stepping on the young man's back again, Sun Wushuang's huge hands waved, patting away a large snowflake, and then, Sun Wushuang had already held the young man's right arm.

The young man is indeed very weak, otherwise how could he be tortured like Sun Wushuang without the slightest ability to resist.

But the young man is not so weak, otherwise how could he block Sun Xiaoying's knife and kill Sun Xiaoying.

It's just that Sun Wushuang is too strong.

The perception realm, after all, is still not worthy of this nine-layer creation realm.

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Sun Wushuang stepped on the young man's back, and his hands covered the young man's entire right hand.

As soon as the force increased, the boy's right arm twisted backwards, and the bones of the boy's right arm let out a mournful sound, and the pain on the boy's face increased by a point.

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The wind passed by, and the snow fell.

"Hey, I said...."

"Bai Yunhuan, when did you become so?"

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Thunder up.

Two incredibly fast figures swept down from the top of the tall building, and in an instant, they were in front of Sun Wushuang and Bai Yunhuan!

Too fast!

The two figures suddenly separated!

A purple light with a terrifying wind pointed directly at Sun Wushuang's door.

Almost at the same moment, a figure with a subtle lightning bolt quickly landed in front of the white-haired young man, without any stop at all, just disappeared in a flash.

When he looked at it again, the voice with thunder had already brought the white-haired young man dozens of feet away from Sun Wushuang.

An angry roar came out, and suffering had already hit Sun Wushuang from Bai Yunhuan's side.

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Suffering knew that Bai Yunhuan might be very upset when he entered the city, but Suffering didn't expect that this old mongrel Sun Wushuang would torture Bai Yunhuan like this.

Originally.

This time when I entered the city, what I wanted was to bring Bai Yunhuan back to the little girl with Chu Buwei, as for Sun Wushuang, I didn't want to fight with this old man, and I couldn't beat it.

But when Suffering saw Bai Yunhuan being tortured and killed by Sun Wushuang like this, Suffering had already decided that no matter what, he would have to punch no matter what.

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One punch.

The strength of the fist, the fierceness of the fist.

A punch broke countless pieces of snow from dozens of zhang away and hit Sun Wushuang in the face.

But Sun Wushuang is Sun Wushuang.

Sun Wushuang, who had eaten a punch of suffering head-on, raised his hand and slapped it at the suffering!

How do you know, Sun Wushuang's palm was only in the air, and in the chest where this palm was not suffering, a purple gas flashed out and smashed heavily on Sun Wushuang's arm!

Sun Wushuang's arm was in severe pain.

But before Sun Wushuang could react again, the black-clothed young man suddenly flashed again, and then another punch in a flash!

Flawless!

Every time Sun Wushuang raised his hand, he would inevitably be interrupted by one of the two people in front of him, and every time Sun Wushuang made a move, before the move came, someone would definitely stop him with a faster speed.

What kind of evil is this?!

Sun Wushuang didn't have time to think about why these two young teenagers had such exaggerated skills, just taking the shot of these two teenagers, Sun Wushuang was already very difficult.