It was a blow to the head that Situ Wenwu's skull shattered, and his brain burst to death!

Man fell on his back to the sky, falling into the muddy water, and his eyes were still wide open until he died, as if he had seen the red sun rise in the sky. When the sky was dark for a long time, the sudden bright sky light was particularly dazzling, and Situ Wenwu's head and palms were full of red and white things, which could be said to be miserable! The blood of the Dao Dao was still flowing slowly, flowing on the pale skin, flowing on the clammy and cold clothes, and the color was dark red. At that moment the scene was silent, dead silent.

Indescribably complex feelings, joy and sadness, light and heavy.

Everyone is watching, and they seem to be watching calmly, but everyone's heart is not calm.

At that moment, people thought a lot.

Situ Wenwu's death was very miserable, and it can be said that he can't be completely corpsed, but compared to the grievances in his heart when he died, those are nothing. Unexpectedly, the stick came suddenly, Situ Wenwu's words were not finished, and Situ Wenwu died unjustly. In fact, the stick was not fast, Situ Wenwu also saw it, and he could completely dodge it, but Situ Wenwu didn't dodge it, and watched the black stick hit down without moving.

Situ Wenwu didn't blink his eyes, just because he died too confused.

At that time, under the stick of life and death, Situ Wenwu's courage had been taken away by Yan Beige's might, and at that time, thousands of people shouted together, and Situ Wenwu's soul was taken by everyone's concerted efforts, Situ Wenwu was already frightened at that time, and his hands and feet did not listen to his own call at all. When Situ Wenwu died, he didn't see the red sun in the sky that loomed in the clouds, he saw the scene of gloom and mist and ten thousand ghosts crying together like hell, and the boom will come all over the world!

Someone dies and will not live again, and people's hearts are heavy.

There are people who are alive and who are dead, and people's hearts are sorrowful.

No one knew Situ Ye's mood at the moment, and Situ Ye no longer shed tears. No one could describe the expression on Situ Ye's face, Situ Ye was trembling. At that moment, Situ Ye's tall body shrunk into a ball, still kneeling on the ground, his eyes closed. Situ Ye couldn't bear to look at it, but Situ Ye had already seen it and saw his only son die in front of him. Situ Ye is kneeling, but the kneeling is no longer Yan Beige-

The last glimmer of hope was shattered, and Situ Ye was in no mood.

The heart doesn't hurt either, it's dead.

"Situ Ye, you are committing murder, as if you are committing a crime!" Yan Beige slowly walked in front of Situ Ye, his face expressionless: "The son does not teach, the father's fault, Situ Wenwu deserves to die, and you Situ Ye deserve to die!"

"Ahh

"No—" Someone exclaimed!

"Brother Yan!" someone exclaimed loudly!

"Don't!" someone screamed!

It's the same stick of life and death, and it's the same that takes people's lives, but this time, it's different.

This is the brother who fights side by side, this is the big brother who shares life and death! A stick is shot down heavily, whining through the air, mercilessly! Situ Ye raised his head violently, not looking at the jet-black stick, only looking at the unfamiliar face! How could he bear to look at it, the life and death stick was still dripping with his own child's blood! That was Brother Yan, how could he know that Situ Ye's heart was also bleeding! He wanted Situ Ye to die, and Situ Ye had nothing to say, but he didn't leave even a little affection, and just killed him alive in front of his own house.

Situ Ye's eyes were red, and suddenly his body burst out, and his fingers were already out!

Take the chest directly, and the stick will be the head! Just seek the same and end up, and give both to the funeral!

"Bang!"

Like a boulder falling to the ground, there was a dull sound! The sound of "click" bone breaking almost entered the ears at the same time, and it was clearly audible.

"Ahh

One person stood stunned on the spot, and did not withdraw his palm.

One person flew out sideways, fell straight two feet away, and overturned in the mud, becoming a gourd on the ground: "Pounce-"

It was blood spurting wildly, and it was like rain and fog for a while!

Changed into elbows and armpits, everyone lost their voices and exclaimed, and everyone lost their voices, and everyone was stunned.

But seeing that Yan Beige's hero was still spurting blood from his mouth like a spring like a waterfall, it seemed to be endless and endless, and it was not ordinary miserable: "Pounce on ――――――――――――――――――――――――"

Situ Ye's heart, Situ Ye knows himself, but Yan Beige's heart, Situ Ye doesn't know.

At this time, I also know.

On top of the wound, another handful of salt was sprinkled, Situ Ye's heart was very painful, and the tears were surging again: "Brother Yan, you, why are you suffering!"

Brother Yan didn't speak, Brother Yan was still vomiting blood, and his face turned white.

He is pretending to be pitiful, and he is not pretending, the power of that palm Situ Zhi knows, even he can't deserve it: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan!" Situ Ye rushed forward and hugged him, and he couldn't cry anymore: "I should die! It's my fault! Brother Yan, you, you don't, don't ...... like this" Brother Yan's eyes were closed, Brother Yan was still vomiting blood, it looked like he had lost too much blood, and he was about to vomit to death. But the rod was still in his hand, clutching it.

At this time, everyone saw what was going on, and what had just happened, everyone understood it in their hearts. So they persuaded one after another: "Yan Daxia, it's okay!" "Yan Daxia, don't vomit anymore, you've vomited enough!" "Brother Yan! Brother Yan! You can't die!" "Yes, Brother Yan, you can't die, the brothers are still waiting to go back and invite you to drink!" "Yes, yes, yes, we invite you to drink! Everyone is invited, one person invites you to a meal, how about it, Brother Yan!"

"Who said that?" This Brother Yan is a drunkard among drunkards, and he immediately stops throwing up when he mentions drinking: "One meal per person? Oh my God! Haha! Then don't you invite Ma Yue in the Year of the Monkey-" As he spoke, his eyes were already wide open, and he bent into the shape of a pair of crescent moons: "Brother Situ, why don't you speak? Don't you want to invite your brother?" Situ Ye lowered his head and burst into tears: "You rotten drunkard, you still have the face to say! Don't think that if you say a few good words, this matter will fool you like this, fool you, my son-"

In the end, there was a loud cry of sorrow, and everyone who heard it was moved!

Situ Ye has no way to teach his son, and he is at fault, but Situ Ye is by no means a son who committed murder, which people know. At this time, Situ Ye was just a poor old man, and the loss of his beloved son was the biggest and cruelest punishment for him. And Brother Situ is exactly what Yan Beige has never called Situ Ye, and when he said Situ Ye in his mouth today, he also called Brother Situ in his heart: "Brother Situ, you are older than me, and you call me a big brother, but you see that my big brother deserves-"

After two lines of tears, the two embraced each other with blood and tears: "You are my elder brother, civil and military are also my sons and nephews, and Brother Situ! Do you know that when I start, I am generally in pain!" Situ Ye cried slightly, but the tears were already a river: "Wenwu is not good, he deserves to die!" But you have no children under your knees, you won't understand, you won't understand, Brother Yan!" Yan Beige's face was gloomy, and his body was bloody and messy: "Yes! Yes! Brother is heartbroken at this time, brother is not as good as in case, but brother thinks, think about it, think about those people!" Those who died, poor and honorable women, they also had parents in the church, and they were ...... when they died"

If you knew this, why bother in the first place, you were crying because your son was unfortunate, and there were also family members of the victims! Some people cried, some people cried, many people were crying, the sky was clear, and the tears fell like rain! Cry! Cry! It is not a good thing to be able to cry, I am afraid that I should not cry every day, and I want to find someone to cry but no one is crying! Cry and cry! Cry happily! The grievances, grievances, hatreds, and grievances that have been covering my heart like clouds and mist for many years will all cry out with the tears like rain, and when the day comes, the light will return to my heart!

Laughter is contagious, crying is even more infectious, on this day, people cry and laugh.

10,000 people rejoice! 10,000 people grieve together! 10,000 people laugh together! 10,000 people cry together! This is Yan Sad, the world's greatest hero!

In the cry, Situ Ye hugged his dead son and left crying.

In the midst of the crying, people made way for him to see him.

In the midst of the crying, the forty-eight envoys of the four great incense masters of the True Dragon Sect, together with Lao Hong Xiaolu and other sect members, followed behind, as if they were sending a funeral.

In the cry, the people of the Niu family, those who were already in the crowd, met again.

Not much to say, the game has ended, the play has ended, and today's events only have people who lose and no one wins, and it ends with sadness.

If you don't cry much, it's time to laugh.

There is also no Zen, and no Zen is still sitting in place like a stone, as if it has been forgotten. But the scars on the body, the miserable white color exposed by the skin and flesh, can't help but be shocking. It must have been a vicious battle, and everyone didn't know what the specific situation was, so they came forward to ask Chen Ping, the old man of the cow, and asked each other. There were still so many people, and people were a little tired, tired, and hungry. But no one went home for dinner, and everyone seemed to be waiting for something, just like watching a play with no beginning and no end, and just seeing a little taste, it ended hastily.

I was disappointed, I was disappointed, I left, and I went home for dinner. At the end of the song, people dispersed, and after saying goodbye to the body of today's biggest name Yan Daxia, people began to leave. It was a farewell to the body, and after Yan Daxia said goodbye to Brother Situ after performing a tragic scene, he suddenly fell to the ground with his eyes closed, lying there upright, and died like that. Everyone couldn't cry or laugh, but they didn't know which one he was playing: "Yan Daxia, Yan Daxia, do you say something, are you dead?" Of course, dead people can't speak, Yan Daxia is already dead: "Big hero, big hero, I'm in for a treat, invite you to drink?"

"Drink and drink, drink to death!" The big hero's eyes straightened and sat up, his face full of displeasure: "You people, your conscience is called a dog to eat! You don't save you when you see death, and you still come to make fun of others!" He was cold-eyed, but everyone laughed: "Yes extremely! Yes is extreme! Yan Daxia is seriously injured and dying, and he should be healed well!" There were also dozens of barefoot doctors in the Jianghu Langzhong, who volunteered to step forward at the moment, some went to the clothes to examine the injured, some opened the box to get medicine, some rolled their eyelids to make their tongues stick, and some took the opportunity to rub oil......

"Go away! Go away! Give me a hand!" Don't you know that this Yan Daxia is still a difficult master to serve, this tiger has become a sick cat, and he looks vicious, and he gestures with a stick to prevent the big guys from approaching: "You will also see a doctor? You will see a hair! Go and go, they will all make a fuss, it is pure nonsense!" After saying that, he pointed at the stick and shouted at the top of his throat: "The old man is good--the old man is good--you have no conscience, if you don't come out of the house, you won't live!"

It turned out that Yan Daxia was chivalrous and righteous, and he also brought his family members here. When the people saw this, they were stunned, and they all followed the hope.

I didn't see the old friend, but when they met, they looked at each other, and they looked at each other with a pair of surprised eyes. Yan Daxia took a sip, and a fish jumped up, pointed and shouted: "It's him! It's him! It's him! The one with a hat and lawlessness on his head!" I didn't see his face, but the robe was like a monk's robe, and the person was motionless and silent, and his appearance was a little mysterious.

The real big guy always has to be the last to appear.

This is indeed a big man, a big name, a big name, and a big name, even more awesome than Yan Daxia.

This big man is so big that the big hero doesn't move, and he doesn't move to the eight winds when he goes there, and the shelf is obviously very big.

"I don't know how to lift!" Yan Daxia shouted angrily: "Harrier!

The harrier is famous as the gray harrier, one of the seventy-two eyeliners of the True Dragon Sect's Dark Incense Hall, and is also a birdman: "Horn!"

Without saying a word, he swept the hat off with one claw! And everyone only felt a flash of white light in front of them: "Ah-"

Another exclamation in unison: "What a good one-"

The bald head is shining, the bald head is better than the sun, it is dizzying, and it is a bald head!

"Bodhisattva in white!"