This is a package made of outer clothing. The aqua blue package also carries body temperature.
Su Yang carefully held the package in his hands and slowly opened it.
The package contained some pale ashes and a short sword.
These ashes, this sword, once belonged to a person.
Even if you lose weight, even if you dominate the martial arts world, this is all that will be left after you die.
Su Yang held the man and the sword in his arms and walked carefully to a tree in the yard, squatted down and placed it in a sheltered position under the tree.
From this position, you can see everything happening in the yard.
After doing all this, Su Yang stood up again and faced Xue Hubei.
He raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the gourd, his fingers sliding across the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The sound of the green steel sword being unsheathed was heard in the yard, very slow and harsh.
There is no wind, and the sun is shining brightly above our heads.
No matter how much you talk, there will always be a time when you finish talking;
No matter how slowly you draw your sword, there will always be a time when you finish drawing it;
No matter how long the road is, there will always be an end.
The end of everything is life and death.
Two people in the courtyard moved.
Xue Hubei raised the iron staff to his chest, and his whole body suddenly spun on the spot.
He turned faster and faster, and after just a blink of an eye, almost no one could be seen, and there was only a black whirlwind and the whistling sound of iron rods in the courtyard.
He still had the iron staff in his hand, but he could no longer tell the difference between a human and an iron staff. As his body rotated, the wind enveloped him in all directions, everywhere, and there was no way to start.
This iron staff was originally made of fine iron from the seabed and weighed nearly a hundred kilograms. When it was rotated like this, it could not withstand any weapon. If the iron body touched it, its muscles and bones would be broken and it would be smashed into a pulp.
Su Yang sword is in hand.
Su Yang retreats.
Su Yang could only retreat.
Sometimes retreat is for advancement, but at this time it is for survival.
Because only by living can we advance!
There were constant loud noises. Walls fell, trees were broken, and the ground collapsed.
The ground where Xue Hubei passed by was littered with bricks and stones, leaving a trench half a foot deep in his wake. The stone slabs in the trench were shattered, just like the power of a natural storm.
However, great strength cannot last forever. Su Yang is waiting for the moment when his inner strength is exhausted.
But can we really wait until this moment?
Xue Hubei didn't lie. His kung fu was higher than the legend. His fighting skills were so fast and fierce, but he showed no signs of weakening. Instead, he became faster and faster, and became more and more powerful.
The strong wind brought by the crutch stirred up the gravel on the ground, which was like a hidden weapon and shot towards Su Yang like a burst of rain.
There was already a wall behind Su Yang. When he moved out of the way, the gravel hit the wall with thunderbolts, leaving dense holes like honeycombs.
Then the iron rod rubbed the wall, so the wall also collapsed. The three-foot-thick stone wall was not much stronger than a piece of paper in front of the iron rod.
The courtyard is not big, and Su Yang doesn't have much room to retreat to!
But he was still retreating, toward the last wall.
Xue Hu's sorrow became faster, and his whole body seemed to be about to fly up. The air was filled with the roar of iron rods, and there were many shadows. His eyes were dazzled. His whole body had become a black shadow, and it seemed that even the light of the sun
They were all absorbed into this huge spiral socket.
There was another wall behind Su Yang, and he really had no way to retreat.
If you don't retreat, you can only escape, but you may not be able to escape. Even if you escape, don't you have to pay back the debt you owe?
But at this time, Xue Hubei suddenly seemed to grow a little taller.
He is already sixty or seventy years old this year. Of course, he cannot grow taller, but he has become a little taller.
The reason why he became taller was because he turned too fast and the wind brought by the crutches was too fast and fierce. It actually formed a downward airflow and slowly lifted his body upwards a little bit.
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This little bit is just a very small amount, and even his feet have not completely lifted off the ground, and the toes are still on the ground. If you are not careful enough, you will not even notice this change at all.
Su Yang is a careless man most of the time, and he is only careful on a few occasions.
At a critical time.
This is occasionally enough.
The earth is the richest and the source of all power. Any martial artist who borrows strength from the air will inevitably be three points weaker. The feet of those who practice martial arts should be down to earth.
But if the ground is flat, this little gap shouldn't have any impact. After all, no matter how strong the wind is, it can't blow him away. And Xue Hubei seems to have realized this, and the wind blows slightly.
Is it slow? My body has started to sink again.
But the ground had been smashed into a mess by his crutches. There were large and small gravels everywhere, and there was no flat bottom to stand on.
So when he landed again, he stepped on a medium-sized piece of gravel, and his standing was no longer stable. There was a very small flaw in the staff curtain on the lower right.
The flaw is very small and can be almost ignored, but the hidden danger of the flaw is very great, and the big one may be a life.
Su Yang has been waiting for this opportunity.
He finally stopped retreating.
He rushed towards the opening.
He retreats very slowly because he can retreat many times.
But he entered very quickly because he only had one chance to enter.
If this is a gamble, the chips are the lives of both parties, and there is only one chance to reveal the cards.
The flaw flashed past, and the iron rod hit Su Yang's left leg hard. With a click, Su Yang's left leg was broken as expected.
But it was Xue Hubei who screamed.
One of his legs was severed at the knee.
The broken leg, covered with blood, drew an arc in the sun and landed right in front of the baggage.
When Su Yang stood up again, his left leg had been twisted into a weird posture, and the bones sticking out of his trousers could even be vaguely seen.
The bones were sharp and sharp, like a sword, which made Su Yang sweat profusely.
But Xue Hubei could no longer stand up.
Not everyone without legs can jump forward while holding someone like Ji Yaohua.
"A leg."
Su Yang's voice was more piercing than his broken bones.
Xue Hubei gritted his teeth and pressed the two acupuncture points on his leg to stop the bleeding. His face was covered with blood, and he exclaimed in shock: "What a leg."
"It's nothing, I owe her." Su Yang said as he limped towards Xue Hubei.
Xue Hubei struggled to get up with a cane, and jumped back step by step with the cane and his legs. He gritted his teeth and said: "Don't be complacent. If I break a leg, you will also break a leg. My skill is deeper than yours, but you may not be so proud."
Can win.”
Su Yang didn't say anything because he didn't need to come to a conclusion today. Xue Hubei didn't understand this.
Su Yang only wanted his life, no matter whose life it was, whether it was Xue Hubei's life or his own life, he only wanted one life to give back to her.
Xue Hubei spun again. His fighting technique was all about spinning. If he didn't spin, he wouldn't even know how to move.
But a person without a leg will naturally not be able to move very flexibly.
It's not that it's not too flexible, it's that it's too inflexible.
Then the sword flashed and Xue Hubei fell down again.
In the bloody light, his right leg was also chopped off by Su Yang's sword. But this time Su Yang was only scratched by the iron staff on his shoulder.
Amidst Xue Hu's miserable screams, Su Yang said lightly: "Two legs."
Xue Hubei no longer cared about what Su Yang was saying. He was like a ridiculous dwarf clown, rolling on the ground and howling.
The blood and mud mixed together and gradually formed a puddle. Xue Hubei lay on his back in the puddle, looking at the sky and breathing heavily.
Su Yang swayed, as if he could no longer stand. Every time he stood for a moment longer, the broken bones in his legs hurt as if they were poking into his heart or into his brain.
Xue Hubei's voice was like a ghost, full of viciousness: "Even if I die, I will drag you with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly hit the ground with both palms.
Two deep pits suddenly appeared on the ground, which looked no weaker than those made by iron rods. His men also used the force of the shock to rise into the air and rush toward Su Yang.
Xue Hu sadly stood in mid-air, with his beard and hair spread out, his eyes widened, and the wind brought by his palms had formed swirls visible to the naked eye.
Although he has no legs, he still has a pair of hands, and he can still bounce himself up by placing his hands on the ground.
Since he is in the devil's path, he certainly has one or two desperate evil tricks. He no longer has a crutch in his hand, but his palms are red as if they are dripping with blood.
This palm has almost reached the power of his heyday, and even if the Demon Girl reincarnates, he may not be able to take over.
Su Yang was already too close to him and had no time to dodge. Even if he could kill him with one sword, he would still be hit by the palm.
Su Yang did not hide or retreat.
Su Yang withdrew his sword and raised his palm.
At this moment, the drunkard's power, magical power, and spiritual power have been exerted to the extreme.
A thunderous strike.
This palm is already the pinnacle of Su Yang's life.
The two palms intersected, like a slap in the face. There was a muffled sound, and a cloud of blood mist exploded at the intersection of the palms.
The palm lines of Su Yang's right palm were completely cracked;
Half of Xue Hubei's palm was neatly severed from the middle as if it had been cut by a knife. The whole person, no, half of the person flew out upside down, screaming and hitting the last wall in the small courtyard.
Su Yang shouted loudly and rushed forward.
The moment Xue Hubei was pressed against the wall, Su Yang's second palm had already arrived and hit him hard on the chest.
The wall behind Xue Hubei shook.
The second palm has not ended yet, the third palm has arrived again.
The fourth palm, the fifth palm, the sixth palm...
Su Yang seemed to be going crazy, striking hard with one palm after another. With each palm struck, the wall would shake violently.
The entire wall was shaking and groaning.
Xue Hubei was unable to even moan, and could only watch his chest slowly collapse.
After an unknown number of palms, Su Yang finally stopped. His face was covered with blood, and he stood in front of Xue Hubei with his head lowered, looking like a madman.
Xue Hubei did not fall from the wall. He pressed against the wall. The wall tiles behind him were torn apart. The flesh of his back was completely protruding. However, his chest and abdomen were deeply sunken, and his whole body was embedded in the wall.
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His seven orifices had begun to spurt blood outwards. One of his eyeballs protruded out, and the eye sockets were covered with blood stains. The other one had long been knocked out of the eye socket and hung on his cheek.
His mouth was so big that he seemed to be talking.
He was really talking. He knew that he was dead, and even the nine gods and demons appearing at the same time could not save him.
"I'll pay back what I owe you," he said.
"You didn't return it, I took it back myself." Su Yang said coldly.
Xue Hubei wanted to say something more, but couldn't say anything anymore. He tilted his head and died like a pile of rotten meat hanging on the market table.
Su Yang turned around and limped towards the broken tree.
There was a rumble behind him, and the last wall in the small courtyard was finally overwhelmed and fell down.
After only taking three or five steps, Su Yang's feet became weak and he finally fell to the ground.
He supported his body with both hands, crawled under the broken tree little by little, gently brushed away the dead leaves that fell on the package, and said with a smile: "Two legs, one life, I will help you get them back."
