At the last moment, Si Xueyi forcibly closed her fist and punched the snow in front of Si Xueqing.

The thick white snow exploded with a bang, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky. The skin of Si Xueyi's entire right hand split open, and blood flowed down his arm.

Si Xueyi looked up and did not answer the other party's question.

Snowflakes were falling, and on the top of the mountain, the father and son were less than ten meters apart.

There were no words to each other, only the whistling of the wind and snow.

In the end, it was Si Xueqing who broke the silence. He stared at Si Xueyi's injured right hand and said: "The dragon roars and the tiger roars, its power has already been established. If it cannot be released, if you forcefully stop it, you will definitely hurt yourself. This punch of yours,

There’s no need to stop, I’ll just take it and I won’t hide.”

Wow wow wow!

Among the flying snowflakes, Si Xueyi's handsome face looked extremely delicate. He smiled and said, "This injury is nothing compared to the injury in my heart."

Si Xueqing became more and more confused and asked: "So, who taught you this Dragon Tiger Fist? Who are you? Who do you respect?"

Si Xueyi looked at the other person, unable to speak.

Si Xueqing sighed, waved his hand and said, "Since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask you any more questions. Just go away. You have passed this test."

"Passed? What are your rules for this level?"

Si Xueyi was puzzled.

Si Xueqing smiled and said: "I have no rules in this level. I am just waiting for someone here. When I saw your Dragon Tiger Fist, I knew that you are the person I want to wait for."

Si Xueyi was speechless for a moment. He looked at the surrounding snow-capped mountains and murmured: "This should still be in the painting."

Si Xueqing said: "Yes, all living beings die. Flowers bloom in dreams, lights on the other side are bright, and I...are also in the painting. After you leave, this painting will no longer exist."

"You're not here either?"

Si Xueyi said sadly, the hatred in his heart was much less.

Si Xueqing smiled and said calmly: "Of course."

Seeing Si Xueyi's confused expression, he looked at his injured right hand, took a few steps forward, and held the other person's wrist.

Si Xueyi struggled a little, but in the end he couldn't use any force.

Whoosh!

Si Xueqing opened his sleeves and took a deep breath. He saw hideous wounds exposed on his originally smooth arms.

The skin was torn, blood was flowing, and even the bones were visible in the deep wounds.

Si Xueqing's eyes showed distress, and he said puzzledly: "Even if you hurt me with this punch, why do you have to make it so bad? If you are not careful, your hand will be disabled."

Si Xueyi smiled bitterly and said: "Father and son are related, and monarch and minister are righteous. Even if there are thousands of reasons, how can I hurt you."

Si Xueqing's face changed drastically. He looked at Si Xueyi in disbelief, his eyes full of disbelief.

I don’t know which master’s descendant my little friend is. To be able to practice the Tianshui Spear Technique to such a high level at such a young age cannot be taught by a saint personally. It can only be taught by words and deeds from an early age.

Who are you?

Who do you respect?

There was a buzzing in his ears, and when he remembered what he had asked, five thunderbolts struck his head in an instant, and he was even a little unsteady on his heels.

"Now you know why I know Dragon and Tiger Fist, right?"

Si Xueyi looked at each other, and the father and son looked at each other. He continued: "Do you know why my marksmanship is so high? Do you know who my lord is?"
Chapter completed!