The starry palm shattered the bright silver sword, and the castration landed on Qin Yue's body.

Hearing only a muffled sound, Qin Yue felt that his whole body was trembling, and the invisible energy was pulling all over his body, as if he was about to tear him to pieces, and his muscles and bones creaked, and he could fall apart at any time.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out violently, and Qin Yue's whole person was lying on the ground as soft as a puddle of mud.

If it weren't for the special medicinal liquid made by the scholars in Bingyuan over the years to bathe his body, which made his body much stronger, I am afraid that this palm could directly slap him into meat sauce.

But even so, Qin Yue was also seriously injured, his muscles and bones were broken, and he completely relied on the pure qi that was constantly circulating in his body and hung for a breath.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Qin Yue only felt that his vitality was constantly flowing, and his eyes were also blackened.

Caught in a desperate situation, Qin Yue couldn't help but laugh at himself: "This is shaking the world...... It's a genius that comes out frequently......"

However, Qin Yue was quickly attracted by the comfortable coolness in his body.

The strange internal force in the gray mist was absorbed by the clear qi, and the clear qi nourished the body, and all the broken muscles and flesh were recovering rapidly, even the broken bones were recovering at a slow speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

The recovery of the physical body is to constantly brew new pure qi and merge into the flow of pure qi, and the three are balanced with each other, born from each other, and faintly restrained each other, which is extremely magical.

However, no matter how fast this recovery speed was, Qin Yue roughly estimated that it would take more than an hour to barely regain his mobility, and he was really injured too badly.

It's a pity that Sikong Yaoyang obviously won't give Qin Yue so much time.

Walking slowly step by step, Sikong Yaoyang's face turned a little pale, and it was obvious that this powerful palm had already made him do his best.

Looking at the black-clothed iron-masked man in front of him, Sikong Yaoyang was also quite shocked in his heart, only he knew how powerful the star-picking hand was just now, and he had already caught up with the ordinary second-rate master with all his strength.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it will be directly slapped into a blood mist with a palm, and even if it is a trick of hard eating with horizontal practice skills, it will be slapped into minced meat.

However, seeing Qin Yue's whole body twisted and lying on the ground, Sikong Yaoyang's heart was a little more comfortable.

Slowly walked in front of Qin Yue, Sikong Yaoyang didn't say much, he was not a person who talked a lot, he talked so much to Qin Yue before, just to wait for the attack of anesthetic, but now he is already in control, and if he talks nonsense, he is not a qualified killer.

The arm was raised, Sikong Yaoyang smashed down with a punch, and the iron nails on the fist gloves flashed with cold light, if they were really hit, it must be a blur of flesh and blood.

Qin Yue looked at the fists that were getting closer and closer, there was still no panic in his eyes, and the clear qi in his body quickly flowed through the muscles and flesh of his body, squirting out violently from behind, and the whole person bounced up and rolled to the side.

Sikong Yaoyang was stunned, he didn't expect that he could be avoided by Qin Yue like this, and he couldn't help but snort coldly:

"The trapped beast is still fighting!"

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Yaoyang chased after Qin Yue and smashed it with another punch.

Qin Yue dodged again, but after all, he was a convenient person, and he succeeded in chasing after a few times.

"Look where you're going this time!"

Sikong Yaoyang was already angry in his heart, and his fist was full of heavy energy, and he smashed it hard.

Qin Yue looked at his fist, knowing that he couldn't dodge, and he couldn't help but think back to being on the ice field again.

......

It was summer, although the seasons didn't change much for the ice.

The young Qin Yue stood with the scholar, staring at a huge ice cave in front of him in a daze.

"Master Yao, this, is this really what I did?"

The scholar looked at the young Qin Yue with solemn eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Yue'er, from now on, you must no longer use the virtual image, do you know?"

Qin Yue blinked his eyes, a little unwilling:

"Can't you use it......"

"Yue'er, after all, the virtual image is just a gathering of martial arts, not your original intention, if you use too much, it will make your consciousness closer to the creator of the martial arts. ”

"But......" Qin Yue was about to speak again, but was immediately interrupted by the scholar.

"You must know that you are different from others, and the martial arts you cultivate are also different from others, which is why even though you are full of pen and ink, you can't tell you a thing or two. ”

"I don't know if it's right or wrong to go against your father's will and let you practice family martial arts......"

Qin Yue still remembers the scholar who always had a gentle expression and was full of loneliness at that time.

......

"Master Yao, forgive the apprentice for being incompetent and can't listen to you......"

Sikong Yaoyang's fist smashed down with a sharp wind, seeing that Qin Yue's head was about to explode like a watermelon.

It was as if time had stopped at this moment.

A crisp cool breeze blew abruptly and quickly grew stronger.

The surging of clear air visible to the naked eye drove away all the gray fog, and the entire bamboo forest became like a fairyland, with clouds and smoke curling.

Above the sky, the white clouds dispersed, and the sky was clear.

The sun and the moon appeared, and countless stars appeared and replaced.

Bursts of heavenly sounds came, and golden lotuses floated down, and the neon fairy in the skirt floated down with a flower basket and paved the way.

In the center of the group, a man with long flowing hair and a plain robe slowly turned around.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were discolored, and the sun and the moon were darkened.

Sikong Yaoyang swore that he had never seen such a beautiful man.

The man on the horizon turned his head, his expression indifferent, and he stared at the common people.

"You may not have seen this image, but you must have heard of it. ”

Qin Yue didn't know when he had already stood up, although it seemed that it was difficult to even stand up.

What was very strange was that Sikong Yaoyang clearly felt that Qin Yue's eyes under the iron face seemed to have two completely different feelings, one was cold but had turbulent emotions, and the other was calm but contemptuous of the common people, with the ruthlessness of the Great Dao to the public.

It's like two people.

Soon, though, that coldness was quickly replaced by despair.

At this time, the peerless figure behind him also turned his head completely, although it was a different face, but it had exactly the same eyes.

Obviously, Qin Yue looked ragged and embarrassed, but at this time, in Sikong Yaoyang's opinion, an invisible temperament shrouded his body, making people dare not look directly.

"You, who are you?"

Sikong Yaoyang's steps retreated, his face was frightened, he began to kill people at the age of six, and at the age of ten, he had already had a hundred lives on his hands, and now there have been thousands of people killed, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is ruthless, but now his heart seems to be shrouded by an inexplicable sense of fear.

This is obviously the blue sky and the white day, as if you have seen a ghost.

Qin Yue's head was raised slightly, and he twisted his neck:

"My name, Taishang. ”