"Old man, the wind is clear."


    An old man in green robes appeared and stood tall in the sky. He looked old and immortal.


    He carried his hands behind him, and his clothes were floating all over. Although he didn''t exude any strong momentum, his eyes were like two bright lights, which seemed to see through the hearts of the people.


    The old man is the first person under the emperor recognized by the Holy Land in the world. His strength is thorough. It is not too much to describe turning his hand over the clouds and covering his hand with rain.


    "The wind is clear!"


    The sisters of the Yi family were surprised at first and then relieved. No wonder Yang Xuan was so calm that he came with the breeze.


    The poor he brothers didn''t know anything about it and dared to fight Yang Xuan. It was all about dying.


    "The wind, the wind is clear..."


    He Xiong''s heart trembled wildly, and there was endless fear in the depths of his eyes.


    This is a half step emperor. One blow can make him ashes. It''s ridiculous that he also wants to kill Yang Xuan and win his Kirin arm. Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyang has been watching the war secretly and can help him at any time.


    "This son is so confident and fearless. He used me as a sharpener. It''s very hateful!"


    He Xiong glanced at Yang Xuan quietly. He was angry. He finally understood why the boy was so arrogant and domineering before, because there was someone behind him, and he was not afraid of accidents.


    "I''ve seen you, master!"


    Yang Xuan saluted.


    "Your Unicorn arm is very strong, but it can''t last long, and the side effects are not small. However, as your body increases, this magic power can also play a good power, enough to let you surpass the level to kill the enemy."


    Feng Qingyang said, ignoring He Xiong.


    The more so, He Xiong has no bottom in his heart.


    His head was covered with cold sweat, he didn''t dare to move his body, he didn''t even dare to speak, and his breathing was heavy,


    "What the master said is very true. The Kirin arm is really not perfect."


    "You don''t need to care. There are thousands of magic powers in the world. It''s difficult to have a perfect skill."


    Feng Qingyang smiled, but it was a little handy. The giant claw fixed above Yang Xuan''s head collapsed out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.


    "Master, spare your life."


    Seeing this scene, He Xiong was so scared that his legs and stomach softened. He fell to his knees with a plop and trembled all over.


    In front of Feng Qingyang, he is like a mole ant. He is too small and has no resistance. I just hope Feng Qingyang has a bit of master style and can spare his life.


    "Deserved it!"


    Yi Xiuer snorted.


    "Heaven''s iniquity can still be forgiven, and one''s own iniquity can''t live."


    Yi danced indifferently.


    "Kill or not, you decide."


    Feng Qingyang handed over the decision to Yang Xuan.


    "The disciple killed his brother and has formed a death feud with him. Naturally, he can''t leave future trouble for himself."


    Since his debut, Yang Xuan has never known what it means to be kind and soft hearted, and walks towards He Xiong.


    He was injured and consumed a lot of Qi and blood. Now he is very weak, but there is a breeze. He Xiong is an ordinary man in front of him. He didn''t pay attention to it at all.


    "Yang Xuan, you are cruel!"


    He Xiong roared hysterically when he saw Yang Xuan approaching.


    "Don''t you think I''ll let you go, husband?"


    Yang Xuan joked.


    "Elder, I swear to God that I will never seek revenge from Yang Xuan in the future. I hope you will be kind and kill me."


    Although he Xiong is vicious and cruel, when it''s his turn to face death, he still doesn''t want to die and is afraid of death. Now that he sees Yang xuantie''s heart to kill him, he can only place his hope on the high breeze.


    "Well, I''ll give you a chance."


    This is the clear answer. As soon as he brushed his sleeves, an invisible storm imprisoned He Xiong''s air sea, making it difficult to mobilize his divine power.


    “……”


    He Xiong trembled all over. His divine power was his greatest dependence. Even his divine power was imprisoned, and he was left with only flesh.


    But Yang Xuan''s body is as strong as a dragon. He can burst out terrible power with one punch. How can he defeat the enemy?


    After all, the breeze still wants him to die.


    Although I didn''t do it myself, the results were the same.


    "Come on, fight with me like a man. If you can stop my three fists, I''ll spare you."


    "Is that true?"


    "Of course, I mean what I say, the first punch."


    Yang Xuan said he would do it without the slightest drag. He stepped on the ground with his feet and ran out in a straight line, just like a shell out of the chamber. When the rabbit rises and the bird falls, it has roared to him.


    "This is a sneak attack!"


    He Xiong changed his color and roared angrily. He saw a fist coming at a high speed. The terrible momentum made him feel like thousands of horses rushing. His body was unstable and even had no time to dodge. He had been punched in the chest, was cracked, and flew out with blood in his mouth.


    With only one punch, he was seriously injured. His body crashed to the ground like a meteor, splitting the earth and collapsing sand and stones.


    "Second punch!"


    Yang Xuanteng rose from the air like an eagle hitting the sky, flew more than ten meters high, then swung his right arm and dived down. He didn''t give he Xiong time to breathe at all, and hit him in the lower abdomen.


    Poof!


    He xiongzong was physically strong and couldn''t stop Yang Xuan''s violent fist power. His whole body''s Qi and blood were boiling under the shock of giant power, and he rolled up and gushed out of the entrance.


    "This guy is so fierce when he is hurt!"


    Yi danced silently.


    "My cousin doesn''t know. Yang Xuan is not only physically strong, but also has abnormal self-healing power. He was hurt in the war with bully Wudao that day, but he was all right in just half a day."


    Yi Xiuer''s big eyes narrowed into a crescent moon.


    "The third punch."


    "Stop, I admit defeat."


    "Oh, admit defeat?"


    Yang Xuan closed his fist and stood up, looking down at the dying He Xiong in front of his feet, his eyes without any emotional color.


    "If you win, I''m not your opponent."


    He Xiong looked up at Yang Xuan and laughed miserably.


    "I can''t imagine that he Xiong has killed countless people all his life. He Xiong will end up like this one day. It''s sad, lamentable and ridiculous."


    "Greed is the original sin. You shouldn''t beat my woman''s idea of avoiding fire beads."


    "Who is your woman? Don''t talk nonsense."


    Yi danced lightly and became angry.


    The fire avoiding bead is her treasure, but Yang Xuan said something to hit his woman''s attention. Isn''t that talking about her?


    "Elder Yi, what kind of anger are you angry with? I''m talking about Xiu''er. Isn''t the bead of avoiding fire on her?"


    Yang Xuan shouted that he was wronged.


    "Hee hee, my cousin misunderstood him."


    Yi Xiuer smiled playfully. With the wind blowing, she had completely relaxed.


    "Who told him not to speak clearly."


    Yi danced and spat, and her pale face was a little bright red. It was beautiful.


    Unfortunately, Yang Xuan now turned his back to her, otherwise he would be distracted.


    "Yang Xuan, I know I can''t escape death today. I hope you can agree to my request."


    He Xiong spoke again. His voice was low and hoarse. For a moment, he seemed to be old for ten years and his face was covered with dead gray.


    "You said, as long as it''s not an excessive request, I can promise you."


    "It''s simple. After I die, bury me with my brother."


    "No problem."


    "Thanks."


    He Xiong also simply grabbed the long knife that fell beside him with his hand, stabbed it into his left chest and passed through his heart. The man also fell soft to the ground without breath.


    "People are floating in the Jianghu. There is no one who doesn''t get hurt."


    Yang Xuan sighed. He thought of himself in his previous life. At that time, he committed all kinds of adultery and plunder. He was so lawless and carefree, but what was the final result? He was not beaten to death by countless strong men.


    Just, why do you reincarnate?


    Yang Xuanyou remembers that he chose to explode and die with the enemy at that time. It is reasonable to say that three souls and seven souls can''t be left. How can we say that the soul enters the six reincarnations and reincarnates and becomes a new man.


    Moreover, even if the soul enters the six samsara, it should lose all its memory.


    But the strange thing is that he clearly remembers and remembers every bit of his previous life clearly and vividly.


    "Forget it, I don''t want to. I''m afraid this problem will haunt me all my life."


    Yang Xuan shook his head and stopped thinking. He endured his weakness. First, he took off the storage ring of the he brothers, and then dug a pit to bury their bodies.


    "Yang Xuan, you did the right thing, but you were too careless."


    Feng Qingyang took all this in his eyes, grabbed it, turned the gravel and photographed He Xiong''s body.


    "What do you mean, master? Isn''t this guy dead yet?"


    Yang Xuan was shocked.


    The sisters of the Yi family were also stunned, which was really unimaginable. They looked at He Xiong''s body, and their vitality disappeared. They should be dead!


    "He should have practiced the art of pretending to die. Although a knife passes through his heart, in less than half a year, relying on the strong vitality of this place, his heart can complete self-healing and be reborn."


    Said the wind.


    "How treacherous!"


    Yi Xiuer scolded.


    Yi Qingwu was also greatly surprised.


    They all thought he Xiong was dead. Unexpectedly, he practiced the art of pretending to die, and his acting skills were extremely exquisite, which deceived them and even Yang Xuan.


    Fortunately, the wind was clear and the trick was seen through.


    "Alas, the disciple is still too young!"


    A wry smile appeared on Yang Xuan''s face.


    He is a man of two generations. He thinks he knows thousands of people and has insight.


    But just now, he was stunned. He didn''t notice anything wrong. Instead, he buried the body of he''s brother. I''m afraid he Xiong would laugh at his poor stupidity after he died and came back to life.


    "Take a cut and learn a wisdom. Just be careful in the future."


    Feng Qingyang shook his head and said in earnest: "your martial arts heavenly eye is very extraordinary. If you check it carefully, you will find something wrong. However, you are still young and don''t understand the people''s heart thoroughly."


    "What the master taught me is that the disciples will be more careful in the future."


    Yang Xuan was humbly taught. He opened Wu Tao''s heavenly eye and looked at He Xiong''s heart. Sure enough, he found that the broken heart was strange, as if it was absorbing the fire energy between heaven and earth all the time.


    This speed is extremely slow, and the absorbed fire energy can be ignored.


    But over time, its heart can definitely become intact.