Yang Xiu kept muttering, but the voice was too small and vague, so Long San couldn't hear it clearly.

At this time, Long San couldn't help but feel a little anxious, thinking why he had made such a heavy hand just now. This kid seemed to have just started practicing. If he couldn't hold on to death, wouldn't he regret it?

Thinking of this, Long San was even more anxious and almost put his ear to Yang Xiu's mouth, trying hard to hear what Yang Xiu said.

At this time, Yang Xiu had already grasped the dagger steadily and quietly used the remaining spiritual power in his body. With the power of the word "power" Taoist talisman, he pointed at the other party's position and stabbed it suddenly. The short dagger pierced from bottom to top and straight under Long San's ribs!

"Swish!"

With a harsh sound as if it was cutting through metal, the blade of the fingers was inserted into Long San's weakness! Yang Xiu, who succeeded, did not pause, gathered all his strength, and pushed the dagger into half an inch.

Long San has entered the world of immortal cultivation for many years. His rich combat experience has allowed him to react immediately. He was stabbed and locked the muscles on the ribs, and slapped Yang Xiu hard on the shoulder!

Yang Xiu felt that his attention had never been as focused as he was now: severe pain, blood, and the buzzing sound of his body being torn in his ears, and he was away in an instant, leaving only endless anger in his mind.

"drink!!"

Before being shot away, Yang Xiu shouted with all his strength and punched the end of the dagger's grip, allowing the dagger to penetrate into Long San's chest, stabbed into the opponent's powerful pulsating heart, and then flew backwards and hit the wall.

Long San lowered his head and saw the handle of the dagger. He was slightly stunned, and seemed to be unable to understand how his incomprehensible body could be pierced by ordinary weapons.

Raising his head, Long San reached out to draw out the sword. As soon as he took two steps, his legs became weak, and he vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the other party fall, Yang Xiu was completely relieved when he saw him lying on the ground: Fortunately, the power of the Taoist talisman he wrote was guaranteed, otherwise it would be hard to say whether he could plunge in this...

However, as soon as the tense nerves relaxed, a heart-wrenching pain came from Yang Xiu's chest, and he couldn't help but groan.

"Well……"

Now Yang Xiu is still very skilled, and he can't repair his broken ribs by relying on his own spiritual energy. After a few breaths, Yang Xiu took out a Taoist talisman with the word "Yu" written on it from his arms and patted it gently on his chest.

Similar Taoist talismans cannot be superimposed, and no matter how many stickers are, they will not recover faster. This Taoist talisman only slightly relieves the severe pain, allowing Yang Xiu to last longer.

At this time, Yang Xiu's whole body was in pain, his chest seemed to be pressed by a big stone, and when he was breathing, he seemed to be pulling a broken bellows, leaving only the noise of hula hula in his ears.

At this moment, Aunt Liu's appearance suddenly appeared in her mind, as if she was waving to Yang Xiu with a smile, asking Yang Xiu to get up quickly to listen to the Dao Wall to comprehend the Thousand-word text. Yang Xiu, lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes and stared at the sparse night sky with his eyes becoming more and more firm.

After a while, Yang Xiu gathered his strength again, got up with difficulty, hunched over and moved to Long San, confirming that the other party was dead, so he picked up the long sword and staggered towards the carriage in the dark.

...

The fight came to an abrupt end, and Yang Shaotian in the carriage felt something was wrong. Logically speaking, with Long San's skills, he was more than enough to deal with top-notch martial arts masters, but when he thought of the many changes tonight, Yang Shaotian was somewhat uneasy.

He raised his hand to push away the warm body wrapped around him. Yang Shaotian picked up the sword under the quilt and prepared to push open the car door to see what happened. Yang Shaotian had been practicing the Spirit-Spiriting Art for a while, and had personally experienced the exquisiteness of the immortal technique. He thought it was no problem to deal with a few little thieves, so he was not very panicked.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound without warning, and the light green sword light flashed in response. After breaking through the thick carved wooden door, it directly pierced Yang Shaotian's shoulder blade and nailed it to the wooden wall of the carriage on the other side. Yang Shaotian's arm immediately lost strength, and he loosened his hand, and the sword hit the brass stove and made a crisp sound.

Yang Xiu's movements were steady and fast. The little beauty in the car cried out in half and then stopped abruptly. After being knocked out by Yang Xiu, she fell softly in the corner. In just one breath, the beautiful carriage had been completely stirred, replaced by the pungent smell of blood and the strong breathing of the two men.

"It's you!" Seeing the figure in front of you, Yang Shaotian couldn't help but exclaim, and at the same time, he endured the severe pain and swept his right leg towards Yang Xiu's face with the sound of wind!

Yang Xiu did not move at all, but raised his hand to pinch Yang Shaotian's ankle steadily. With a little force, the other party's calves made a crisp "crack" sound. Yang Shaotian screamed again, and the calves bones cracked in response, completely losing the ability to resist.

Yang Xiu, who practices the pulse training technique, is not something that Yang Shaotian can resist now!

At this time, Yang Shaotian's shoulder was pierced by a sharp blade and was firmly nailed to the wooden wall of the carriage, and the blood flowed continuously. But these pains were not as strong as the shock in Yang Shaotian's heart at this time!

Is this really Yang Xiu? Didn’t Sun Wu take people to kill him? There is also the guards outside who have become silent...

What the hell is going on?

"Why is Mr. Yang so surprised? It looks very similar to Sun Wu's expression just now." Yang Xiu picked up the short sword that Yang Shaotian fell and said to Yang Shaotian. His blood-covered eyes were like bloodthirsty lions in the candlelight, and his smile made Yang Shaotian even more frightened.

"Yang...Yang Xiu, what are you going to do? You dare to touch me!"

After the panic at the beginning, Yang Shaotian quickly reacted and pointed at Yang Xiu's nose and cursed: "You bastard who no one wants, you will be completely expelled from the Yang family tomorrow, and sued Tianshu Pavilion to deprive you of the outer disciple! If you hurt me, I will cut you into pieces with a thousand swords..."

The more Yang Shaotian said, the more courageous he became, the more he thought of the rules of the Yang clan and the Tianshu Pavilion, he thought that Yang Xiu would not dare to touch his life, and he brought the domineering tone of the past.

"Swish!"

Yang Shaotian was about to continue to scold the little boy in front of him who dared to commit rebellion, but he felt a cold light flashing in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the brocade quilt with the black shadow flying in the air.

That's...finger?

"Ah!! My hands..."

A shrill scream sounded in the carriage, which made people shudder. Yang Xiu stared at Yang Shaotian's howling eyes without blinking, and admired the blue veins on his white face, spasm and painful expression, and a strange sneer appeared on his face.

"I know, in the eyes of the Yang clan, in your eyes, people like me are like tame puppies on the roadside. As long as you wave your hand and throw half a steamed bun, I have to shake my tail and be obedient, and never fight back if you beat or scold me, right?"

Yang Xiu wiped the dagger on the quilt, lowered his head, and his tone was as plain as chatting with a friend, "Young Master Yang, tell you the truth. I used to think that human life is the most precious, and must be respected and cannot be deprived of it at will. But when my relatives were killed, I suddenly understood that it was nonsense."

As he spoke, the short sword in Yang Xiu's hand had already pierced through Yang Shaotian's palm with a "puff!", then twisted the handle and stirred it on the wound, causing Yang Shaotian to scream like a wild dog: "Ah... Yang Xiu! I beg you, I was wrong, I was confused for a moment... Ah! Don't!"

Seeing the dagger slowly slide on the other side, cutting off the tender flesh. Yang Xiu's heart was filled with revenge, and his voice was low and hoarse, just like a ghost from the underworld, destroying Yang Shaotian's only remaining will.

"I just want Aunt Liu to live a happy and prosperous life..."

"Why do you always come to provoke me? Because of your pitiful self-esteem that is the only one in the world? No matter how conspiracy you are, in my eyes, you are just a clown... but you shouldn't touch my family."

"I will torture you slowly, pull out every piece of your nails and stuff them back. Your dagger is good, so it should be fine to pick bones? I also want to use it to poke your farts and eyes, and poke them into your stomach and stir the intestines until the fart doesn't sound."

"Do you really want to die right now? It's easy to die, but I'm quite stingy in this regard. I still have a lot to ask you..."

...

Things went smoothly, and it took almost no time to get the news that Yang Xiu got the desired news. Yang Shaotian in the carriage had disappeared silently. Yang Xiu jumped out of the carriage, wiped the blood from his hands, looked up at the waning moon, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Auntie, Yang Xiu has avenged you..."

The fierce battles made the physical strength close to the limit, and the severe pain in the chest always stimulated Yang Xiu's nerves. He had just fought with Long San for life and death, but now his muscles were sore and swollen.

But the continuous impact tonight made Yang Xiu's nerves tense tight, and his whole body was left behind, and his eyes were even red as blood! At this time, Yang Xiu could clearly hear his heartbeat, heavy breathing, and the "bang bang!" sound of blue veins on his forehead.

But things are not finished yet.

Retracting the long sword back to the scabbard, Yang Xiu quickly walked to Long San's corpse, and took out a stack of silver notes and a cloth bag from the other party. He pulled out the dagger, but found that the short dagger had been twisted into a twisted shape, and the tip was also broken in Long San's body. You can imagine how strong Long San's body was.
Chapter completed!