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Su Yuhen's walking speed seemed to be extremely slow, but in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him. His old white clothes were faint in the wind and snow, like flying smoke, like a swaying dead leaf, and walked over.

He raised the veiled hat, his messy black hair fluttered around his face, revealing a face as white as a calyx, and smiled with thin lips, "Why are you so frightened when you see me? Chang Fengjun, you were not so timid ten years ago. "

"Su Yuhen!"

"He is really Su Yuhen!"

"He is still alive, is he here for revenge?"

Horrified murmurs came from the crowd, and people panicked for a moment. Even though the big devil, Su Yuhen, was not at the pinnacle of martial arts, he was treacherous, gloomy, extremely cruel, and frightening.

"Shut up!" Chang Fengjun was exasperated, lowered his head and shouted coldly.

The whispering stopped abruptly, but the panic never disappeared. Everyone stared at the visitor anxiously, only to see him walking slowly, his wide sleeves were bulged by the wind, and a pair of thin and long palms stretched out.

Everyone's heart trembled violently—even people who have never participated in the Battle of the Abandoned Wind Valley have heard of Su Yuhen's bone-removing hand, which can pick out tendons and bones, pick flesh and shred corpses. Wherever he went, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Chang Fengjun, I'm here to kill you for another ten years." Su Yu smiled and said, his body was like a fluttering catkins, and he quickly rose up with the wind, and grabbed it with one palm.

Chang Fengjun yelled loudly, leaned back suddenly, his body flattened on the horse's back, wiped his palms and avoided it, his legs clamped the horse's belly, the horse neighed, and galloped wildly.

"You can't escape." Su Yuhen laughed loudly, turned around and chased after him, the wind and snow were unrestrained, his body seemed to be supported by the wind, and in an instant he had rushed to the horse, and swung his palm, the vicious palm wind was like a blade, Straight to his face.

Chang Fengjun couldn't avoid it, he gritted his teeth and jumped up from the horse's back, mobilizing all his strength, he faced him with a palm.

In an instant, the shrill scream pierced through the snowy mountains and forests, flesh and blood splashed all over the sky like exploding oil stars, and people screamed: "Bone Slayer! It's Bone Slayer!"

That bony hand was attached to Chang Fengjun's right hand, with five fingers flying like sharp knives, climbing up from his palm, everywhere he went, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The wailing was not like a human voice, Chang Fengjun struggled frantically, but found that Su Yuhen's hand was wrapped around his arm like a poisonous snake, and the flesh and blood on his arm was being removed from the bone at an incredible speed, revealing a bloody Senran bones.

"No!!!" Chang Fengjun howled heart-piercingly, exhausted all his strength, swung his left palm, and hit him on the shoulder, using his body to jump back suddenly, he fled to Ten steps away, turn around and run away.

A long black knife pierced through the wind and snow, pierced his toes firmly, and firmly nailed him to the ground.

Su Yuhen tilted his head and saw Long Yunteng standing not far away, his black cloak was lifted by the wind, revealing his majestic nine-foot-tall body.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Su Yuhen smiled brightly: "I have the help of City Lord Laolong."

Long Yunteng looked at him expressionlessly, and after a while, said in a low voice, "It's an honor."

Chang Fengjun raised his hand to hold the handle of the saber, and wanted to pull out the long saber, but first he received a plucking palm from Mrs. Long, and then was pierced through the palm bone by Su Yuhen. He was at the end of his strength and was dying. He couldn't pull out the long knife with all his strength, so he could only watch Su Yuhen approaching briskly, with a strange look in his romantic eyes, he didn't look like a human, but like a mountain monster who came to ask for his life wild charm.

Huge horror flooded his heart like a tide, Chang Fengjun could hardly breathe, he could only pull out the handle of the knife in vain, his ferocious face was gradually overwhelmed by despair, his eyes were scarlet, staring at Su Yuhen, his throat squeezed With a hoarse voice: "If you want revenge, you should go to An Guangsha. He was the one who blamed you, and he was the one who slaughtered Abandoned Wind Valley..."

"It was Ah Meng who was cut by you." Su Yuhen said calmly.

Mentioning Su Mengxing who was cut alive ten years ago, Chang Fengjun's heart twitched violently, and he gritted his teeth in pain. Le Qishu said that it was his and Long Ling's child. Long Ling believed it, but he could never Believe it—how could he believe it, he cut his own child alive, that cold three thousand three thousand three hundred and thirty three knife, every time he cut it, blood and flesh flew everywhere...

Su Yuhen said softly: "Ameng is a good boy. It only took half a year to comprehend and share the formula of calmness. After three years, he has practiced the fourth level..."

Chang Fengjun's vision became blurred, he seemed to see a young man in high spirits walking like a dragon, his fists and feet were like the wind, and he soared up, unrestrained and unrestrained, as light as a swallow.

The blood mist soaring into the sky splashed onto the eyelids, and the young boy was arrested on the Zhanning platform in a blink of an eye. He raised the knife and dropped it. A beg for mercy, only a pair of black eyes staring at himself...

That's my child...

Chang Fengjun trembled uncontrollably, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with one knee, his body hunched in embarrassment, trembling and curling up as if he had been poisoned.

Su Yuhen grabbed the bun, forced him to raise his head, looked at the messy face indifferently, and snorted: "Ameng was cut into a skeleton, why don't I cut you into the same shape..."

Before he finished speaking, Chang Fengjun suddenly uttered a terrified howl, so shrill that it was inhuman, he stood up abruptly, with such strength that he forcibly tore the sole of his foot off the long knife, and staggered back a few times. He fell down in the snow, but instead of getting up, he sat in the snow, his hands frantically grabbing at his injured foot.

"Is...is he crazy?" a man exclaimed in horror.

I saw that Chang Fengjun's fingers were like claws, and he grabbed a leg with a few strokes until it was bloody. However, he let go of the leg, hugged the right hand that Su Yuhen had removed the flesh, put it to his mouth, and bit down fiercely.

There was a sound of horseshoes in the distance. Everyone looked up and saw a figure looming from behind the snowstorm. The leader was a man dressed in gold and a white horse galloping towards him.

Anji's flying horse came in the snow, jumped off from the horse's back from a distance, leaped a few times, and landed in front of everyone's eyes. After seeing Chang Fengjun's situation, a scream of pain escaped from his throat: "Uncle?"

The snow was more than one foot thick, and Chang Fengjun gnawed on his flesh like a demon possessed, and the messy snow around him was splattered with blood, which was horrible and shocking.

He rushed forward and stretched out two fingers to touch his acupuncture points.

However, Chang Fengjun reacted very quickly, he got up straight away, like a naughty boy protecting food, while holding his arms and biting vigorously, he stumbled and ran to the distance.

"Uncle!" Anji exclaimed.

Long Yunteng said coldly: "He has gone crazy."

"No!"

"Many deeds of unrighteousness will lead to death," Long Yunteng said indifferently, "He murdered his parents and children by mistake, and killed his wife by mistake. He has already committed an unforgivable crime, and there are also blood debts from Abandoned Wind Valley and Fengmanlou. Young leader, he has no choice but to die. "

Anji shook his head in pain: "I don't know that his crime is unforgivable, but I still want to save him, I want to give him a chance to reform himself."

"What about those innocent people who died?" Long Yunteng looked at him, "Who will give them a chance?"

Anji's eyes were blurred with tears, and he murmured: "But he is my uncle..."

With an evil smile on the corner of Su Yuhen's lips, he snorted: "If you really want to save him, you might as well give him a good time, lest the ghosts and wolves will make your brain hurt."

Anji stared at the snow in front of him in despair. A messy footprint appeared in the foot-thick snow, covered with dirty blood. Chang Fengjun's crying and laughing voice could be heard from afar. .

He suddenly strode to the side of the horse, took off the bow and arrow, and aimed at Chang Fengjun with a full bow.

People exclaimed: "Young leader!"

Anji's face was full of tears, and the tears blurred his vision. He suddenly put down his bow and arrow, and raised his hand to wipe his face, but the tears kept pouring out, which was inexhaustible.

One of his subordinates said anxiously: "Young leader, think twice! Although Pavilion leader Chang is insane, if you bring him back to the head of the alliance and ask a famous doctor for diagnosis and treatment, it might be impossible to recover!"

Hearing this, Anji looked at that person blankly.

The man said again: "Even though Pavilion Master Chang has done it before, he has made great contributions to the President of the League. If the merits and demerits are equal, the big deal is that he will retire from the world!"

Anji was trembling all over, and bit his lower lip firmly. He stared at the man for a while, and just when the man thought he was convincing him, he suddenly raised his hand, wiped away his tears again, and pulled up With a strong bow, Feng Di pointed straight at the crazy figure in front of him.

The man exclaimed: "Young leader?"

Anji decisively released the arrow, the off-string arrow pierced through the wind and snow, Ming Di made a shrill whistling sound, and a scream came from a distance, Chang Fengjun's staggering figure froze suddenly, and the feather arrow pierced into it. His throat is not missing an inch.

Seeing the figure in front of him swaying and falling down, Anji knelt heavily on the snowy ground, tears rolling down his face, and a hoarse cry came from his throat.

Su Yuhen laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that the young leader's martial arts are not very good, but his arrow skills are so precise that he can shoot from a hundred steps away. He is really a sharpshooter..."

Anji trembled violently, raised his eyes to look forward, his vision was blurred by tears, he seemed to see the scene where Chang Fengjun taught himself archery back then.

"Oh, I shot crooked again. What a broken bow and arrow! Uncle, get me a better bow!"

"Ji'er is restless, come on, hold the bow with your left hand, you need to be more steady, strum the string with your right hand, aim there, remember, push Mount Tai forward, hair like a tiger's tail... good!"

"I got it! I got it! Uncle is really right!"

There was a rush of footsteps in my ears, and a subordinate rushed over: "Master Young Master, Master Chang has already..."

"I know," Anji gasped heavily, he stood up slowly, saw a few Mingri Pavilion disciples carrying Chang Fengjun's body away, and said in a deep voice, "You just said that merits and demerits are equal..."

"Yes."

"It can't be worth it," Anji's voice was hoarse, but he was extremely firm, "Human life is at stake. There is no reason to use merit to pay for human life. Uncle has already committed an unforgivable crime. Even if he has made great contributions, he is still unforgivable... "

After finishing speaking, he threw off his cloak, strode to the side of the horse, held the reins, and turned to look at Su Yuhen: "The truth has been revealed, the Tianxia League owes you a lot in the past ten years, I will urge the president of the League to tell the world , return your innocence, and make compensation as soon as possible."

Su Yu said bitterly: "Innocent? This seat is not rare. If you want any compensation, this seat only wants him to be your son."

Anji looked along his skinny fingertips, saw Long Yunteng's gloomy face, paused, and said with a stiff face: "I will tell Mr. Meng..."