Chapter 10: Fierce Battle

The old man slapped his face in agony.

Suffering quickly crossed his hands in front of his chest and took the palm, but the sound of bone cracking from both arms made Suffering's teeth clench even tighter.

But for the first time, the old man became serious.

"This kid is not right!"

"I only used fifty percent of my strength to beat this kid half to death, but why can I use eight points of strength now, and this kid can still stand up?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to see through and see through this little monk who seemed to be sending him to death. 、

But the suffering did not pay attention to this, he had only one thought:

He can't lose!

So even though he was extremely injured and would be worse, he forced another breath.

The knees bent slightly, and the force was abrupt, and it was another lunge.

The speed of suffering, which was already seriously injured, did not weaken in the slightest, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the old man again, and punched out heavily, and the old man Wang Ran dodged the punch sideways, and at the same time raised his left foot, and kicked the suffering out again.

Unsurprisingly, the misery stood up again.

The old man's face was gloomy, so his breath soared again, and he stepped on his right foot, directly to the side of the suffering, a side kick kicked the suffering over, and then stepped on the chest of the suffering, the head and legs of the suffering were rebounded by the ground and then smashed back to the ground, the old man slowly raised his right hand, all the cyan aura on his body was condensed towards the right hand, and after a while, the old man's right hand seemed to be surrounded by substantial flames.

Then his hand slowly slapped against the face of suffering...

The suffering under his feet was no longer able to move, he could only move his eyes...

But as long as the eyes can still move, the brain of suffering can still move, and as long as the brain can still move, it is not impossible to give up suffering!

Because he is suffering.

When he thought of this, there seemed to be a trace of warmth in his body, and then the suffering took advantage of this warm current, and when the old man was about to shoot himself, he took the lead in hitting the old man's leg on his chest.

The old man screamed, his center of gravity was unstable, and he staggered backwards.

Suffering turned over when he saw the opportunity, and a step came to the old man's steady figure.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three punches were thrown in an instant, and the old man was knocked out!

Suffering took advantage of this opportunity, exhaled and inhaled, and his body changed sharply, and he approached the old man again.

It was a mess of smashing at the old man's chest, and his fist smashed on the old man's chest like a torrential rain.

With each punch, Suffering's physical strength drops by one point, but the screams in Suffering's heart are one point greater.

And the inexplicable warm current of suffering is only one point thicker, so every punch of suffering is heavier.

Misery threw dozens of punches in a row, and the last punch knocked the old man's body flying, and then fell heavily on the steps that had been knocked out of a large flat area...

......

After the last punch, Misery's body went limp and he fell to his knees.

......

He silently muttered in his heart: "It's over... Finally..."

There are many unexpected things in this world, and there are more unexpected people, and suffering is undoubtedly a person who is surprised.

But he wasn't the only one who surprised people.

For the old man who had fallen in the dust also stood up, and changed.

Although his face was embarrassed, Misery looked at him as if he had changed people.

The furious fire-like aura that had previously wrapped around the old man's body was gone, replaced by a dead silence.

There is no dead silence without any air engine.

Then the old man's eyes glowed a faint red.

The old man Wang Ran finally went all out.

Misery laughed, laughed maniacly!

He let out a roar that seemed to come from the depths of his soul and stood up.

Punch to fist!

With the two of them as the center, the surrounding steps crumbled inch by inch.

A moment later, the two collided figures and fell.

He who falls is suffering.

In the end, he was defeated in the suffering.

Suffering, open source realm, old man, is the realm of creation.

Above the qi is creation.

......

The old man slowly put away his fist, he took a deep look at the fallen monk, and then he looked up at the three corpses above the steps, his face gloomy.

This time, the sect asked him to come to such a small town, so that he could be the caretaker of the three people, and now that the three of them are dead, then he will not dare to return to this sect.

The thought of living a casual life without a fixed place soon made the old man's face even more gloomy, because becoming a casual cultivator meant not only losing his fixed place, but also losing a lot of contacts, resources, and status.

He even lost the word "Li" in the city of Fusang, a life-saving talisman that covers the sky with one hand.

When the old man thought of this, the killing intent was pervasive, but there was no one to kill.

Because the person who caused this situation is dead.

The old man limped and turned away.

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At the same time, the Chu family in the distance is not as tragic as the temple in the west, on the contrary, quiet and peaceful.

"Sissi, how many stars are there in the sky?" Chu Buwei was raising his head, facing the sky, because Chu Buwei liked the sky.

Li Qian, the maid standing beside Chu Buwei, was in a hurry when she heard this.

Because she didn't know how to answer her young master's question.

If she told Childe that there were many stars in the sky, she was afraid that Childe would think that she was perfunctory.

If he told Childe that the stars in the sky could not be counted, he was afraid that Childe would think that he couldn't even count the stars himself, so he would be sad.

But if she told Childe how many stars there were in the sky, how could she know?

So the maid Li Qian was very anxious, but she really couldn't think of an answer that could answer Childe and make Childe happy at the same time.

After being silent for a long, long time, the maid finally blushed and shouted her answer:

"One!"

Chu Buwei touched his chin, his face was full of suspicion, but on this face, no matter what expression appeared, it was gentle in the end. Therefore, Chu Buwei's suspicion on his face was also gentle.

The maid's delicate face was red, like a ripe peach.

"Anyway, there is only one star in my sky!"

She finished shouting loudly, and rushed out of Chu Buwei's courtyard with her arms covering her flushed face.

In the courtyard, Chu Buwei, who was sitting on the wooden chair, was even more puzzled. His voice is also gentle, no matter to whom:

"Sissi is getting weirder and weirder. He shook his head as he spoke, as if an older elder was talking about a mischievous junior.

After saying this, Chu Buwei continued to face the starry sky, although he was blind, but he liked the starry sky more than anyone else.

I don't know how he knows if there are stars in this sky, anyway, whenever the sky is full of stars, Chu Buwei will definitely sit under the stars and look at the starry sky.

Even if he can't see it.