Facing Hua Xiong's fist, Yun Xian did not have any extra movements. From the moment he swung his fist, he was destined to be no change. The so-called collapse of the fist is the collapse of the sky and the earth. No matter what the situation is, there is no hesitation or hesitation.

This is a fist that fights life, and it is one of the most violent killing moves in Yunshou. From the moment you take action, you will decide that either you die or me dies. Even if you kill the enemy, you will be seriously injured, because this is a punch that uses the body as a price to exchange for the enemy's death.

If it were in reality, if you were not in a desperate situation, Yun Xian would not use this move easily. With his physical condition, he could only use the Cunbuk Fist twice in the same time period at most. The bones of his body would receive contusions in different situations. At the same time, accompanied by damage to the internal organs, if he was not treated immediately, it would become a secret injury, affecting his life. If he could not kill his opponent while using Cunbuk Fist, then there would be no need to treat it, and the death would become yourself. But this is in the game, Yun Xian did not have any worries. Although the death here was huge, it was acceptable!

The system's prompt sound has long been turned off by Yun Xian, and it has been adjusted to become a prompt on the character's panel. He does not need the system to give him a prompt at any time or reflect his character's situation, and there is no need for the system to explain these to him. Every practitioner of ancient martial arts is also a medical expert. Even if he cannot cure the disease and save the person, they can control their own physical conditions very clearly.

At this time, he did not need any unnecessary sounds or unnecessary reminders. He felt everything, every pulling of muscles, and movement of muscles and bones. After this punch, he was dead, and Hua Xiong was absolutely unhappy.

Yun Xian was originally for death, and other choices had disappeared from the moment he ran out. Every step, lifted up and stepped down, and the forward movement of each body, the force accumulated in the body was urgently needed to vent it.

He swung his fist and hit Hua Xiong's fist.

A series of brittle bones sounded, Yun Xian's left arm broke, and Hua Xiong's fist was only slightly blocked. After becoming slower, it hit Yun Xian's chest and flew backwards, and blood gushed.

Yun Xian was still laughing at this time. His left arm, like his previous right arm, could not bear the inner strength, and conflicted with the internal and external forces, and his bones were broken. There were also a few broken bones in his chest and ribs, and several broken bones pierced into the body, the internal organs that were originally protected.

Yun Xian fell heavily in the puddle, and the mud and water were pressed by his body and splashed around. The mud and water were poured back, submerging part of his body. The pain was extremely painful. Every breath was accompanied by a puff, but not much air was inhaled, but it was just constantly spitting out blood foam.

Blood spilled out of the mouth, nose, ears.

This time, Yun Xian no longer had the strength to get up. Without a systematic prompt, he now knew that he had fallen into a state of dying. This state is not far from death, the difference is just the last small step, not long. The reason why he is still alive is that the bleeding of the internal organs has not reached a certain level. As long as he has bleeding a little more, he will die.

Yun Xian is actually not unfamiliar with death. In reality, he has experienced several life and death crises, and has died several times in the game. However, none of them are as miserable as he is now. Every breath brings a burning pain, and the inside of his body is even more messy. For a moment, many pains made him unable to tell where he was injured.

However, he still laughed, even if he laughed ugly now, even worse than crying. A martial artist, the descendant of ancient martial arts, never had any fear, no fear of pain, could fail, die, but would not admit defeat.

What's more, if he loses, they won't lose.

Hua Xiong also spitted out a mouthful of blood. He could feel like something was blocking his chest and abdomen. He felt very uncomfortable. This discomfort was relieved after he spitted out the blood. Seeing Yun Xian fly backwards, he did not have a look of joy. Instead, his heart skipped a beat and his heart suddenly became lifted.

"How could he appear?" Hua Xiong's mind flashed. After Yun Xian was beaten away by him, what appeared was Lin Doujiu, who was knocked into the tea shed by him at first, and he didn't know how to live or die!

Hua Xiong had no idea when Lin Doujiu crawled out of the half-collapsed tea shed, and when he went to Yun Xian's side, until now, it appeared in his eyes. Confused, doubted, puzzled, Hua Xiong had no time to think about it, nor did he solve this problem, and he felt the crisis of life and death.

Lin Doujiu's long sword was held and stabbed out. The sword light was obscure. He shuttled through the rain and went to Hua Xiong. Yun Xian was knocked away and flew to a place behind him. He didn't know how far away he was. He didn't know whether to die or live, which did not affect Lin Doujiu's current mood.

Everything was actually destined to be the moment he crawled out of the tea shed and went behind Yun Xian in the heavy rain. One person must have sacrificed himself in exchange for another person’s chance.

From the beginning, it was Yun Xian, and now it is Yun Xian. Lin Doujiu is still the swordsman who has the murderous intent behind him. It is not because of anything else, but because of necessity. Yun Xian was the moment Hua Xiong saw it, so he could only act as the target in front.

They raised their feet together and ran together, inseparable from each other. When each step fell, it was exactly the same. Even the sound of trampling on the mud and water was only one sound, mixed together, making people unable to distinguish it.

There is a little mistake in this, and the deviation of a person's footsteps, whether fast or slow, will turn into a discordant sound, which will be heard by Hua Xiong. Then by then, this strategy will be useless, and sneak attacks will become even more ridiculous.

They were two people, overlapping into one person. Lin Doujiu lurked behind Yun Xian and fainted to Hua Xiong.

He is a swordsman, not an assassin, but the two actually have similarities. Whether it is a swordsman or an assassin, they are all capturing the opportunity and burst out with the brightest light in that moment.

Killing people and killing enemies are all in that small space.

Lin Doujiu is a swordsman. The pride of a swordsman has always been taken on the sword. No matter what kind of enemy he faces, he will draw his sword fearlessly. Lin Doujiu is the same. Even though he was like an assassin before, hiding behind Yun Xian, he was not vague at all when he actually drew his sword.

When the assassin has no chance, he will continue to lurk, waiting for the opportunity, and even the death of his companions cannot stop him from continuing to wait. Swordsmen are different. In any case, they will choose to draw a sword. No matter whether there is a chance or not, what the sword seeks is the sword in his hand and wherever the sword points, they are all fearless.

In Lin Doujiu's hand was an ordinary iron sword, far less sharp than the hanging clipper, and it still flashed with a sharp edge. The falling sword light bloomed in front of Yu Huaxiong's chest.

Retreat, retreat, retreat.

Hua Xiong retreated without weapons in his hand, which made him choose to avoid the edge of the sword. The tip of the sword was so close to his chest. If it was slightly slower, it would pierce into his chest.

Hanging up, Hua Xiong had some expectations of his own strength, but he knew that as long as he was injured, he would also bleed! If a fatal part was stabbed by a long sword, he would still be in danger of his life and would die!

He no longer chose to take it with his hands. His hands had been injured to varying degrees. After a fist without any tricks, he no longer dared to make such a bold move easily. Of course, more importantly, Lin Doujiu's swordsmanship is very high, and Hua Xiong has suffered, so he will not make the previous mistakes.

In Liangzhou, Hua Xiong has also seen many gossipers, including those with excellent swordsmanship. Hua Xiong did not take much time or effort to kill them. The battles between the world and the battlefield are far different.

The simpler it is, the stronger it is. This is the creed that Hua Xiong believes in. There is no change in everything on the battlefield. In order to kill the enemy, it is all done with the fastest time.

Too many changes mean the number of unexpected things. Originally, Hua Xiong thought Lin Doujiu was also a man in the martial arts world, but now, every sword he has is extremely simple and simple, just stabbing, stabbing, and stabbing faster!

Every time the sword is stabbed, the sword tip and blade will deflect slightly. This is for the response he made with his bare hands to grab the sword. It is also for the purpose of picking out the fastest speed when stabbed into the body, and at the same time, it can also expand the wound, cut the blood vessels, and remove a piece of flesh.

It is precisely because of knowing that Hua Xiong was afraid and kept retreating and being suppressed.

Too simple and fast, so simple, or not, Hua Xiong only chose these two. He couldn't, so he stepped back and kept looking for this opportunity. It's a pity that there was no chance.

On the contrary, Lin Doujiu's sword was getting faster and faster, and each sword followed Hua Xiong closely. Every step of dodging was in Lin Doujiu's calculation. He calculated that the long sword was then pointed out, constantly compressing the space where Hua Xiong could dodge.

Yi Jian!

The sword is like a chess piece, the sword falls, and the world is like a chess board, and the black and white Gemini fights against the enemy. This is a completely different swordsmanship, which is to calculate, calculate the enemy's choices, calculate the enemy's response and action, and break it with a sword.

Lin Doujiu's mind was running at high speed, and the sword in his hand was also making the chessboard as fast as possible. The chessboard woven formed a dilemma and enveloped Hua Xiong. His expression was not a little relaxed because he had the upper hand now. In fact, the game of chess is playing now. Although he had the upper hand, Hua Xiong had the ability to break the situation and could completely push the chessboard off at any time.

The yi sword is about the word "yi". The strengths of the enemy and us do not match each other, so how can we play? If one step is wrong and one son is wrong, then the whole game will be lost.

Although the pressure on the surface is all on Hua Xiong, in fact, Lin Doujiu has greater pressure on it. The precise calculations have turned into clean and neat swords. This period takes a while, but in fact, the time given to Lin Doujiu is extremely short.

But in fact, Lin Doujiu did not want to kill Hua Xiong! Yun Xian, who was before, is just a chess piece in the chess game, is not only the two of them who decide the direction of the chessboard!

Kong Wu moved and rushed out in one step. In his eyes, this was an opportunity, a chance to kill Hua Xiong. His palms formed a palm print, and his whole body felt a sense of holy, but when the palms were printed, the murderous intent was awe-inspiring!

"Do you really think you can win?" Hua Xiong suddenly asked this, and he stopped and retreated.

He was caught in the middle and could not move forward and retreat. In front of him was Lin Doujiu's sword light, behind him was Kong Wu's palm that was murderous intent. At this time, he was not worried at all, but on the contrary, a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

His feet stepped down, stepped on the hard object, and moved one corner and flew upright. He stretched out his hand, held the flying sword, and stabbed towards the sword that was stabbed by Lin Doujiu.

As his eyes shrank, Lin Doujiu directly abandoned the sword and retreated. The sword in Hua Xiong's hand was not other ordinary iron swords, but Hanging Sword. Lin Doujiu knew the advantage of Hanging Sword Cleaver. When he stood still, if he used other ordinary iron swords to slash, he would directly break in half!

Sure enough, just now the iron sword was cut into two pieces by the hanging sword held by Hua Xiong. The sword blade, half of which was connected to the sword blade, fell to the ground and inserted into the land. Lin Doujiu, who had lost the long sword, lost one arm and his combat power was sharply reduced.

A swordsman lost the sword in his hand, which was already considered to have lost his life!

At this time, Hua Xiong turned around, the sword body hanging with the sword shaking, and the mud on it was splashed out, revealing the sword light. The sword pierced out, and the long sword swung, and the sharp light bloomed in the rain.

Kong Wu's palms immediately stopped, and in front of him was the sword clipper. When he hit his palms again, his so-called iron fist was just "iron", not real iron!

When encountering real iron, the iron fist cannot last long. It will be cut off directly along with bones and flesh.

"You lost." Hua Xiong sneered.

"In fact, you have lost a long time ago, not because I am here, but because the things you are trying to intercept are no longer here," he said.

Hua Xiong was a military general, but he knew what he came here for. Naturally, what were the people who intercepted him?

"Is that?" Suddenly, another voice appeared from a further distance.

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