It's him!

Yan Duwu's eyes were straight, and she looked at Tan Weiran in confusion, raised her fist again, and banged!

Bang bang! Yan Duwu suddenly looked like a shell that was shot out, hitting straight along the way, and the golden body, even the inner armor, and even the power of her own body hit the trees and stones to shatter.

Immediately, it fell to the ground with a bang, dragging it out more than ten feet, like a plowing field. Then, half of its head and face were covered by a pile of soil, and a lot of it was poured into its ears.

Why hit me?

She shook her head, intending to throw the "illusion" in front of her out of her mind. For her, she hoped that everything was an illusion, time was an illusion, but in fact, it was less than two or three years. Everything else was fake, it was best... it was best that even the death of the master was an illusion.

Perhaps, I look forward to closing my eyes and opening my eyes again, and I will find that I and my master are still in Beiyan and have not set out to the sect yet.

Sometimes when you think too much, it is difficult to identify the truth and illusion.

Just like now, after being beaten by Tan Weiran's three punches, the long-lost pain spread throughout her body. She finally understood that she was transitioning between reality and illusion and swaying. Tan Weiran was real in front of her, and she was beaten up. Now she was not in Beiyan, but in Tianxing Sect.

Master’s death...is it true?

That thing was very far away, as if it had been many years, so small that it could be forgotten at any time, but it was always so clearly nailed to her heart and engraved in her heart.

Her head hurts so much! Her temples pounded violently, as if something was about to break free from the shackles of her head and rushed out.

She didn't see the pain. Tan Weiran came to her again, looked at her, and punched her hard and made her fly into the sky. At this time, her internal organs were churning. It seemed that all the things she ate yesterday the day before yesterday had flowed from her mouth and from her nose. The scorching discomfort finally brought her back to the reality.

The master is dead...

But this time, before she could suffer from this, she was hit eighty feet by Tan Weiran with one punch, and smashed it hard on the ground like a meteor.

I don’t know whether it was Yan Duwu’s inner desire or her mourning that made her feel confused when she repeatedly thought of her master. There was no way to tell the truth between the truth and the illusion of “Yes, the master is dead” and the illusion of “Nothing, the master is good”, and it was like automatically entering a spiritual prison of self-construction.

Next, she had no chance to destroy herself.

Because Tan Weiran was using his fists to destroy her in a real way, making it impossible for her to build that spiritual prison.

One punch, another punch!

A hard bridge and hard horse, fist to the flesh, hit the position where the greatest pain will be caused. Each punch allows the pain to spread on her body and let the truth spread on her body. There are one or two punches that even make her feel that her ribs have been broken.

Gradually, it aroused the memory in her heart. This pain, this anger. It seems so familiar. By the way, when did it experience it and happen?

It was more than ten years ago. I had just secretly dumped my guards at home and didn't go home as planned. Instead, I went to Xiaobuzhou Mountain to meet with my master. She remembered that my master was very anxious and very sad. By the way, it was for the sect.

What kind of sect is there? What a big deal?... It's in a remote village, so how good is Beiyan? What's the point?

But no matter how good the Northern Yan is, the sect is the sect.

Then, I met the "haunting, hateful, annoying, Tan Weiran"!

Later, she was beaten by the hateful and annoying Tan Weiran.

She was both fist-to-handed and merciless. How could she not even beat a "school" who came out of nowhere?

The pain in the body and the wound in the heart are exactly the same as it is now.

Yan Duwu's memory was unprecedentedly clear at this moment, as if history and present were completely overlapping, all the pain spread in the same position, and all the anger was as exciting as it was back then!

The past and present meet and overlap together, and unstoppable anger burns in the heart. Something called stubbornness seems to grow out of the bone marrow and from the soul, infusing her with unprecedented strength and courage.

When everything was condensed in her heart, it was boiling like a volcano, until it finally swelled and blocked the punch that hit her abdomen.

Yan Duwu's beautiful eyes opened with anger, and her anger was as real as the essence, soaring into a strong but unyielding tenacious fighting spirit and temperament. Her palms condensed into her fist spirit and strong, and her chest was shaken:

"Why!! Fight! Me!"

Tan Weiran was shocked all over, and the air in his chest was shaken out. As soon as he coughed, he saw Yan Duwu's eyes. These were a pair of eyes that had been beautiful and beautiful. In the past two years, there was only haze and numbness, like stagnant water without waves. There was no trace of vitality and spirituality that once belonged to her.

At this moment, the eyes were filled with emotional and energetic for the first time in two years!

He was like a shell, but at the same time, he laughed.

Bang! As soon as he fell to the ground, Tan Weiran didn't even have time to turn over. He noticed the violent aura and turned his arm without looking back. Suddenly, a palm waved with the angry Yan Duwu was blowing.

A word full of anger was uttered in the roar: "Talk!"

The two were shocked suddenly, and Yan Duwu let out a muffled groan and flew backwards like a broken line. At the same time, Tan Weiran was like a big plow, plowing a gully dozens of feet deep on the ground. Tan Weiran, buried in the mound of soil, just shook the soil off his body, and sighed helplessly in his heart: "I really hate this kind of person with such powerful body skills."

He was also shocked by each other, and he almost had time to turn around. Yan Duwu, who had just flew away, had already appeared in front of her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be spitting fire: "...No!"

Come on, come on! Tan Weiran's breath exploded, blowing sand and dust from all directions. Almost at the same time, he punched Yan Duwu, who was falling from the sky...

Puff! It actually...failed!

It was like hitting in the air, and this was the moment when lightning flashed, Tan Weiran's spiritual platform was in a clear and bright light, and he thought of it.

Mirror Flower Hand! Phantom!

Damn it!

"...Ran!" The third word Yan Duwu said sounded at a very close distance.

After pressing his palm on Tan Wei's heart, the bursting power almost made him squirt blood on the spot. If he hadn't had a strong defense like a ten-pound gold body, he was afraid that this would be enough to take his life. In other words, it would be enough to take the life of any genius without defense preparation.

The golden body is not omnipotent. With such a close-range palm, no matter how good the golden body is in the world, it is impossible to intercept everything. If you can block 70%, it is first-class. If you can block 80%, it is the top-notch. If you can block 90%, it is only law and technique. This is another factor in the danger of melee combat.

Even though his golden body was strong, Tan Weiran still hit the sky like a baseball hit, and he couldn't help but fly out of the sky.

Wang Tie and others were stunned: "Young old man, the youngest man was beaten so hard that he couldn't repay his hands for the time being... It must be an illusion. Could it be that he could explode after being beaten?" Thinking of this, Wang Tie and Zhou Dapeng and others who came over came one after another looked at each other in confusion. It was a bit unreasonable, so we would also try it.

Tang Xinyun gloated: "Hahaha, this time someone can teach the youngest a lesson. Let you be crazy and don't give in to your senior sister or brother."

Xu Cunzhen's eyes were so fierce: "Yan Duwu's fist spirit seems to be... breaking through?"

This is so surprising. Yan Duwu's condition has obviously been wrong in the past two years. In addition to recuperating from injuries, it is also practicing qi. Practicing qi is the inertia of a monk. However, how can you practice this trick or not? How can you practice the signs of breakthrough now?

When Tan Weiran flew into the air, he couldn't gather much true energy to resist, so he looked at Yan Duwu who had already chased into the air. He immediately smiled bitterly: "When you encounter this kind of perverted body movement, you really don't want people to live."

In an instant, Yan Duwu's aura was soaring, her beautiful eyes were filled with anger: "Why... why...?"

Silently, he slapped Tan Weiran at close range again and again. It seemed like he was being whipped by a whip. He hummed and a ray of scarlet red appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if rolling in the clouds.

Time and again, Tan Weiran didn't even fight back. Yan Duwu, who was turned into lightning, punched the east and the west, and kicked the top and kicked it!

In an environment without any obstacles, Yan Duwu showed off her abnormal body movement that was extremely fast to the fullest, and she left behind a string of afterimages, which were extremely fast. It was so fast that it was uncapturable and so fast that it could make people dizzy.

Tang Xinyun and others felt dizzy, and even Zhou Dapeng, who had a poor cultivation level, felt nauseous and wanted to vomit: "This is too, too fast."

As the emotions exploded, after Yan Duwu took his body skills to the extreme, everyone was stunned. It is said that Yan Duwu once used his body skills to linger his opponents in the martial arts performance conference, and they vomited. They originally thought it was absurd, but now they cannot believe it.

Finally, Yan Duwu's mood reached the highest point: "...beat me!"

It is impossible not to say that Tan Weiran beat her for no reason as soon as she started, which was simple and crude. However, it seems that for the emotional Yan Duwu, that simple and rough method actually worked.

Because the words she said continuously from her teeth together, they were combined with: "Why did Tan Weiran hit me!" It shows that she had a strong resentment about being beaten up by Tan Weiran just now.

When this was displayed in the battle, it was a palm that condensed the soul of the fist. In an instant, the air seemed to be compressed by a palm and then exploded. Tang Xinyun and others, more than ten miles away, could even see the bursting white air dizzy.

At this moment, Tan Weiran noticed that her emotions had reached the peak and felt a vague feeling: "You can't let her vent this anger, otherwise she might have to return to her previous state. You must counter her and stimulate her emotions again!"

As soon as this thought comes, he makes a decision, and at the same time he is hit by a palm, like a fall of a meteorite.

Tan Weiran has never fought back, one is that he didn't want to. The other is that Yan Duwu is really too fast. He killed his body and put his weakness to the greatest extent. It is indeed very difficult to fight back. But it does not mean that he can't fight back, nor does he talk about experience and tactics, etc., he has at least the easiest way to escape and fight back.

Cloud seal scripture to penetrate the air!

When Tan Weiran was like a meteorite falling straight to the earth, bang, the dust expanded by dozens of feet in a radius.

Yan Duwu looked down and said proudly: "Why can you beat me!"

"Just this!"

At the same time, a sound of Tan Weiran sounded above his head. (To be continued...)

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Chapter completed!