The hand that was hanging down actually lost a few fingers.

Then, the arms, arms, legs and feet all fell off naturally.

Jiang Wuwang was shocked.

He hurriedly took out a large piece of black cloth, wrapped the mummy completely in it, rushed down and retrieved his fingers. Then he let out a roar and flew back with the others.

…

Distant mountain top.

Xue holds a flute and holds a knife to confront Duan Xiyang.

Neither of them took action.

Even the sword intent and the spear intent are not intertwined. It seems that these two people are just here to show off.

After a while.

Xue Fuxiao said calmly: "Your people have gone back."

Duan Xiyang's tone was also calm: "I'm back."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Xue Fuxiao's smile: "You are very calm today."

"It's not that I can't hold my breath, but that I don't want to kill you." Duan Xiyang said.

Xue Fuxiao was silent for a moment and said: "I was not merciful before. I want to kill you as quickly as possible than anyone else, but I just can't do it."

Duan Xiyang said coldly: "Because of the person in the dark?"

Xue Fuxiao's eyes suddenly became sharp. She looked at Duan Xiyang's face and said word by word: "Is the person in the dark the leader Zheng of your sect?"

Duan Xiyang's expression also changed, and he said: "I can't tell you this, but you, Xue Fuxiao, actually know about Leader Zheng, which surprises me."

Xue Fuxiao sighed softly: "It is a pity that I have never taken action with your sect. It is really a great regret. I heard that your sect leader is as far as the sky, standing in the east of the galaxy; overlooking the heroes of the world, he is the hero of the world. Master Zheng's

Style, I, Xue Fuxiao, have always wanted to learn from you."

Duan Xiyang said sarcastically: "Everyone who has experienced his old man's methods is already dead at this moment. You are not qualified!"

Xue Fuxiao chuckled, but did not refute this sentence.

He really didn't have much confidence in the chief leader of the I-Orthodox Sect, and he wasn't even sure whether he could escape unscathed.

As for boasting and the like, there is no need to say it. On the contrary, it makes oneself even more inferior.

"Xue Fuxiao, if you stop here, you will never have a chance to fight against our chief leader in your life."

Duan Xiyang said.

"Then I will work harder."

"If you want to fight with the chief leader, I, Duan Xiyang, will be a mountain you can't climb."

Duan Xiyang said: "You must defeat me first."

The knife in Xue Fuxiao's hand rang softly, the sound became clearer and clearer, and his voice also became ethereal: "Brother Duan, there will be one day. There will be one day."

His voice was very certain.

Duan Xiyang smiled faintly, his eyes focused on the tip of his bone-shattering dream gun, his eyes firm.

"But you were so honest today and didn't take any action, which was beyond my expectation." Xue Fuxiao said.

Duan Xiyang turned his head, looked at the setting sun in the distance, and said softly: "Back then... I suffered a big loss from him. I don't want him to come back!"

This is said very frankly.

Xue Fuxiao said: "But he still went back."

"But you took away his vitality."

Xue Fuxiao said indifferently: "We can't let him go back completely. We can't stop him if he wants to go back, but he has to use his life energy to go back. And our goal is to wear him down.

The vitality of life.”

"We can't stop him from going back, but if we eliminate the possibility of his quick recovery, it's a small victory for us."

Duan Xiyang said lightly: "Are you very proud? You knocked out his vitality and won a great victory? Do you and Dongfang Sansan think that he will not be able to come out for at least hundreds or thousands of years?"

Xue Fuxiao said: "Isn't it?"

"No. You are thinking too simply."

Duan Xiyang turned around and walked away, put away the bone gun instantly, and the black cloak flickered in the distance before disappearing.

Only his voice echoed from afar: "In less than a hundred years! He can come back!"

"But even if he comes back, he has to go through me first."

Duan Xiyang's murderous voice disappeared along with a burst of laughter.

But Xue Fuxiao was stunned.

One hundred years?

How is that possible?

The separated soul is trapped, and you can find a way to destroy it when you go back; the vitality of life is destroyed; and the resurrection is interrupted, how can you come back within a hundred years?!

But Duan Xiyang has left. Even if he were here, he would not answer this question.

Xue Fuxiao sighed.

Slowly insert the knife into the scabbard.

The Love-Destroying Sword made a clanging sound, seeming to express its dissatisfaction that it was not possible to fight with all its strength.

"Don't worry, old man, there are always opportunities if you want to fight. We have to buy some time for others."

Xue Fuxiao gently touched the love-cutting knife and comforted her.

Zhanqingdao regained his composure.

Xue Fuxiao flew up and instantly turned into a white cloud, disappearing without a trace.

…………

[A few words, in the author’s words.]

The results of this book are pretty much what I expected. They are not very optimistic.

After all, there are problems with the subject matter and writing method. Moreover, although it is also a white text series, it is too much played with one's mind. Everyone is used to the fast pace and is unwilling to use their brains when reading, so not many people can read it seriously.

In other words, it's generally tailor-made for you old guys. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't stop me from being serious.

Let's go more safely.

Also be calmer.

Regardless of the wind or rain outside, I write seriously and you can read it slowly.

Leave your comments anytime and I will read them.

Cherish each other.

Thanks again.
Chapter completed!