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The first thousand three hundred and thirty-eight chapters of the years when the bloody clothes fluttered!(2/2)

He... could naturally see that Su Xuan was using the simplest, yet fastest way to gather his fist power.

"Brother is a great talent!"

He praised.

Shen Boju: "..." Nan Xi: "..." Everyone: "..." Commander, do you want to protect that kid like this?

Where is the talent in that funny boxing technique?

...next time.

Wei Wangquan led a group of people and began to sweep away evil objects in the Sixth Tomb.

And behind this group of people, there is always someone following slowly.

He used slow and clumsy fists to kill every weak and evil creature that they didn't even bother to kill.

Nan Huai followed him, his face irritated.

"If you are so slow, stop killing evil things."

He couldn't help but complain to Su Xuan.

"Are you slow? I'm not slow enough."

Su Xuan whispered, it is easy to go from slow to fast, but it is difficult to go from fast to slow.

Slow to the extreme, every movement and stillness is filled with fist intention.

Just like practicing swordsmanship, one strike of the sword is a sure kill! A fast sword and a slow sword, if you can kill people, it is a good sword! "You... rotten wood cannot be carved!"

Nan Huai is very angry.

"Your understanding is still too poor. You keep asking me to practice boxing all day long, but you can't see any mystery."

Su Xuan shook his head: "I have so much brute strength."

Nan Huai was stunned.

Is this guy trying to teach me a lesson?

But then he still looked at Su Xuan. After looking at Su Xuan for ten days, his eyes turned red.

You little bastard, I believed you! Time is passing.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the desolate plain.

The evil soldiers of Wang Wei and the geniuses of the evil sect are gathering together.

After two years of hunting evil creatures, they have become familiar with each other.

Under night.

By the campfire.

They ate large chunks of meat, drank heavily, and made a lot of noise.

No matter how much darkness they have in their hearts, or how much duplicity they have when facing each other, they are always heroic at this moment.

"After tonight, we will go to siege the largest evil cave in this tomb! I hope I can drink and eat meat here with my brothers in the future!"

Wei Wangquan laughed, full of pride.

"Haha, I will never return until the soldier is drunk!"

"drink!"

"I will never regret joining the Wei Dynasty in this life!"

They laughed.

This place is noisy.

On the edge, there were many people looking into the distance.

"That fool is torturing evil things again!"

"He's probably been kicked in the head by a donkey."

"In the past two years, he has killed a lot of evil creatures.

But I guess I would have killed more than him in half a day."

"It seemed like he couldn't hold on any longer and could hardly lift his fists."

Everyone was drinking and laughing.

far away.

Su Xuan fights the evil thing alone.

Nan Huai watched from the side, his mind buzzing from time to time.

He was defeated by Su Xuan.

Two whole years.

Su Xuan was torturing the weak and evil creature here, but he himself was also covered in injuries.

I don't know how many times Nan Huai wanted to stop Su Xuan and shouted: "Let me do it, it's just a matter of one punch!"

But he finally endured it, and he was tortured by Su Xuan for two full years.

"I'm probably crazy too..." Nan Huai thought sadly.

midnight.

The hustle and bustle faded away.

Su Xuan wiped away the blood on his face.

He glanced at Nan Huai who was practicing on the side and walked to the lake not far away.

Taking off his bloody clothes, Su Xuan carefully washed away the blood stains.

Then... put on a white suit.

Under the moonlight, he was no longer as weak as before and appeared gracefully.

There were mottled lights in Su Xuan's eyes, like the stars.

A head of white hair becomes more and more elegant under the moonlight.

He stared at the bloody clothes on the ground and gently put them away.

"In two years, he punched a million punches."

Su Xuan said to himself, a trace of vicissitudes of life flashed in his eyes.

"During these years, it was not easy to cultivate and practice boxing. It will be remembered for the rest of my life."

The bloody clothes are gone, and the white clothes are out of the dust.
Chapter completed!
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