Unable to allow him to breathe, Yang Sihai's big knife slashed again. Yi Shuihan had to force the silver needle with internal force first, but in this way, he couldn't spare his hand to deal with Yang Sihai.

In the face of Yang Sihai's pressing step by step, Yi Shuihan had no choice but to dodge left and right, retreating step by step.

Gradually, Yi Shuihan was forced to the edge of the cliff by Yang Sihai. Yang Sihai smiled and slashed down on the head.

Yi Shuihan saw that there was a cliff behind him, and there was no way to avoid it, so he had to stretch out his palms and clamp Yang Sihai's big knife.

Yang Sihai's big knife was tightly clamped by Yi Shuihan with his palms, and he couldn't cut it down, and he couldn't pull it out. The two froze.

Yang Sihai couldn't imagine that Yi Shuihan's inside was so deep, and he could support it for so long after being hit by his own cow hair silver needle, so he suddenly let go of the big knife and slammed his palm on Yi Shuihan's chest.

In fact, Yi Shuihan had exhausted his last strength, and after being hit in the chest by Yang Sihai's palm, his body involuntarily fell backwards and fell off the cliff.

Yang Sihai saw Yi Shuihan fall off the cliff, and when he looked down, he saw that it was pitch black under the cliff, and he couldn't see anything, knowing that the mountain here was high and the cliff was deep. Yi Shui Han was hit by the cow hair silver needle, and after falling, I am afraid that he will die for a lifetime.

Yang Sihai turned his head to look at Ma Shaowei lying on the ground, his eyes sharp. Ma Shaowei saw a trace of murderous aura flashing in Yang Sihai's eyes, and couldn't help but be shocked, the master wouldn't kill the red eyes and lose his nature, right?

Yang Sihai suddenly asked sharply, "Was that kid from the Duan family sent away by you?"

Ma Shaowei knew that Yang Sihai would definitely ask, he didn't want to deny it, he wanted to persuade Yang Sihai not to be an enemy of Duan Yuntu, but he opened his mouth and only stammered two "I" words, and the following words couldn't be said.

Yang Sihai snorted and said, "Okay, you don't have to explain." I know you did it, otherwise Duan Yuntu wouldn't have suddenly disappeared, and you wouldn't have appeared here for no reason. Originally, I wanted to punish you well, but for the sake of your faithfulness to save me just now, I will spare you this time. ”

After Yang Sihai finished speaking, he strode back without looking at Ma Shaowei again.

After Yang Sihai left, Ma Shaowei sat up with difficulty and tried to heal his injuries with the qi of the dantian. But he was too seriously injured, and Yi Shuihan's icy true qi was ruthlessly raging in his body, almost freezing every joint and every meridian in him.

He tried to channel the cold true qi in his body to his arm, then to his index finger, and finally from his fingertips. But the process was extremely difficult. He finally gathered a ball of internal strength, and after a cup of tea, a thin trace of white gas came out from the tip of his index finger.

But Ma Shaowei insisted like this, he knew that he couldn't stop, once he stopped, it wouldn't be long before he would be frozen into an iceman.

Gradually, Ma Shaowei's brain went blank and entered a state of emptiness.

In the early morning, there was a heavy fog in the valley, and the surroundings were white. The sun slowly climbed the hillside, and the sunlight shone on the earth, dispelling the fog little by little.

Yi Shuihan woke up from a tingling pain that made him spasm all over his body, followed by a burst of numbness. After a few moments, he felt a chill coming from his vest and knew he was lying on the hard rock.

The fog around him made it impossible for him to see where he was.

He reached out and pressed on the ground, leaping to his feet, only to suddenly fall again. Because of his movement, there was another tingling pain in his chest. He knew that this was the silver needle that Yang Sihai shot into his body. At this time, the silver needle had already walked near the chest, and it was about to pierce the heart.

If he had just been pierced into his body by sitting down and exercising, he might still have a chance to force the silver needle out of his body. But it's been too long now, and what's worse is that he was hit by Yang Sihai and fell off the cliff, his whole body's meridians, as well as his internal organs, were seriously damaged, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries. At this moment, he no longer has the ability to force the silver needle out of his body.

Yi Shuihan calmed down, slowly stood up, looked carefully at the scene around him, and found himself on a flat ground protruding from the cliff.

He stretched out his hand to dispel the white mist and walked slowly forward. After walking more than ten steps, I vaguely saw a small wooden house in front of me, so I walked over.

Yi Shuihan stretched out his hand to push open the door and saw Duan Yuntu sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning against the wall, looking at himself vigilantly.

As soon as the two of them looked at each other, they were shocked. Yi Shuihan came back to his senses first, walked in slowly, and sat down on a chair.

Yi Shuihan knew that Duan Yuntu was injured, but he didn't know what his situation was at this time. Duan Yuntu also saw that Yi Shuihan was injured, but he didn't know that Yi Shuihan was at the end of his rope at this time.

Yi Shuihan sat there secretly fighting against the silver needle, but he knew in his heart that it was just in vain. He could clearly feel that the silver needle was approaching his heart little by little.

Yi Shuihan has been wandering the rivers and lakes for decades, and he has never seen any kind of battle, and what kind of danger he has never encountered! He is not afraid of death, but this kind of situation of watching himself die little by little, and not being able to do anything, is the most uncomfortable and truly terrifying.

Yi Shuihan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he couldn't imagine that he would end up here!

Duan Yuntu reclined on the bed, and saw Yi Shuihan sitting there staring at him, not moving, not knowing what he wanted to do. After a while, Duan Yuntu finally couldn't help it anymore and asked loudly, "Yi Shuihan, what do you want?"

Yi Shuihan came back to his senses and smiled miserably: "What do I want?

Duan Yuntu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant by this.

Yi Shuihan continued: "Duan Yuntu, I think you are a good kid, although you are not as majestic as the old man, you are also handsome. You are so young, you have such good swordsmanship, in a few years, then you will not reach the peak, the flying dragon will go to the sky? Besides, your boy's casual personality is quite kind to my spleen and stomach, at least not like those who think they are gentlemen and heroes who are stubborn and rigid. But there is one thing that the old man thinks is bad, that is, you are too easy-going to do things, and you are not domineering at all. Look at the old man, he does whatever he wants in his life, and he can do whatever he wants. Countless people have been killed, and all bad things have been done. No matter what the underworld or the white way, who is not afraid of me? This is how to be a man, and this is the only way to be happy!"

Duan Yuntu said disdainfully: "Everyone has their own ambitions, although I don't want to be a hero or a gentleman, but I never want to be a big evil person like you who acts recklessly and everyone hates!"

Yi Shuihan snorted and said, "What's wrong with acting recklessly? As for whether others dislike the old man, the old man will not pay attention to it. If you are a human being, you always have to think about what others think of you, then how tiring it should be!"

(End of chapter)