Medical Martial God Chapter 575: Wordless brotherhood!

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He wore long silver hair, his sturdy body was wrapped in a silver windbreaker, and his body was wrapped in a dark red invisible gas, exuding a shocking force.

He stood upright on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, and he felt like an iron tower on the top of the mountain.

Heavy, wild and full of calmness.

Because he turned his back to Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan couldn't see his face at all, only his back.

Even so, at the moment when he saw this familiar back figure, Ye Xuan, who had been gasping for breath, fell silent for an instant, clenching his fists tightly, trying to keep calm.

But even though he tried to maintain this calm, his body was still trembling because of the excessive emotional fluctuations, and his eyes gradually became moist.

Because of this figure, he is already too familiar with it!

Even if he didn't see his face, Ye Xuan still knew who he was.

"You..."

He was about to speak, but the upright figure slowly turned around at this moment.

As he turned around, an unusually handsome but striking scar was penetrated and destroyed, and Ye Xuan's sight appeared on the strange and familiar face.

He has long flowing silver hair and a striking scar on his unusually handsome face. The scar spreads from his left forehead through his left eye to his left half of his face, just like his face. Climbing a ferocious centipede generally split his handsome face into two abruptly, making his handsome face full of hostility.

He didn't wear other clothes on his upper body, just put the special silver windbreaker on his body, showing his strong muscles and body, and at the same time revealing the dense, large and small wounds on his body. Came out.

Among the densely packed wounds, two wounds are the most obvious.

The two wounds are forty centimeters long and spread from his left and right chest to his left and right lower abdomen, forming a striking "X", matching his strong body and the scars on his handsome face , So that his whole body is full of violence and wildness that is hard to describe in words!

From his appearance alone, his temper is definitely very hot!

This is definitely a master who dares not provoke people.

It's hard to imagine how he survived so many injuries.

His name is Diroc, and the people outside gave him a supreme title-Holy Demon!

Looking at Saint De Roc, who was covered with scars on his back and his face was ruined, Ye Xuan's body trembled violently, clenching his teeth and clenching his fists, letting tears in his wet eyes. Turn around and don't let him stay.

It is hard for him to imagine what kind of will he was that made the man in front of him bear all the injuries, and still live as strong as a little giant holding up a sky.

Ye Xuan looked at him, he looked at Ye Xuan.

The eyes are facing each other, no one evades or dodges.

A long-lost feeling filled their hearts!

I don’t know if it’s because of their strong aura, or because of the extreme climate change here. Suddenly a strong wind blows on the top of the mountain, causing the surrounding flowers and trees to sway and the leaves and flowers to rattle.

"Boom!"

In the next instant, a dull explosion sounded.

Ye Xuan and Holy Demon Diroc's feet exploded and rushed out simultaneously.

The moment they rushed out, both of them waved their fists at this moment, slamming them at each other without evasive.

"Bang..."

"Puff......"

In the next moment, Ye Xuan's fist hit the face of Saint De Roc, and Saint De Roc's fist hit Ye Xuan's face.

Bright red blood spurted out of their mouths suddenly, and the powerful force shook both sides upside down.

"Stick and pedal..."

Ye Xuan was shocked to retreat more than 20 meters before stabilizing his body, but the holy demon Diroc did

It took only five steps to stabilize his figure.

Stay steady, looking at Ye Xuan who was shaken upside down for more than 20 meters, a small smile appeared on Saint De Roc's face, and he slowly raised his palm and hooked his finger at him.

When he saw this, Ye Xuan's face was cold, his eyes surged, his legs exerted strength, fierce energy erupted horizontally and horizontally, carrying wild combat power and rushing towards Saint De Roc again, clenching his fists again Throw it out at him.

The Holy Demon Diroc grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and he also slammed his fist towards Ye Xuan.

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom..."

The dull clashing sound continued on the mountain top.

You punched, I punched, no one dodges, no one speaks, until one of them can't help it and falls down.

Under the frantic and invigorating fights, bright red blood continuously sprayed from the mouths of Ye Xuan and Saint De Roque.

However, there is no trace of pain in their faces, and some are just unprecedented invigoration and happiness.

Because this is a unique way for two men to sympathize with each other every time they meet again.

Because all the feelings of the two men are contained in their fists.

"Master Madness, this is the two of them..."

Li Chunyang, who was slowly climbing up the mountain in the distance, saw this scene, his face changed involuntarily, and he was about to rush to help Ye Xuan, but was stopped by the madman Lin Feng reaching out, making Li Chunyang puzzled and could not bear it. Live asked.

"Stop talking... Just stand by and watch it quietly."

The crazy demon Lin Feng did not explain, but spoke with a smile on his face.

Although I don’t understand what’s going on in this scene, Li Chunyang still listened to the words of the mad demon Lin Feng, nodded gently, and stood still watching the fighting Ye Xuan and the holy demon. Diroc.

It wasn't until after careful observation that Li Chunyang discovered that no matter whether it was Ye Xuan or Saint De Roc, no one used the qi in the body, but used their body power to fight each other.

"Boom, boom..."

The dull crash sounded endlessly on the top of the mountain.

"Plop!"

In the end, Ye Xuan was the first to be able to carry it, and was fisted by the holy demon Diroc, his knees softened, and he fell heavily to the ground, panting heavily, and could no longer get up.

"You lost!"

Looking at Ye Xuan, who fell on the ground and could no longer get up, Saint De Roc's face was full of smiles, and calm words came from his mouth.

This guy has fought with Ye Xuan for so long. He didn't even pant for a moment. Even a drop of sweat didn't flow on his forehead. You can imagine how strong this guy's physical strength is.

"No...it doesn't count, but I ran all the way up from the foot of the mountain, and I have used up more than half of my physical strength! Huh, huh..."

Listening to the words of the Holy Demon Diroc, Ye Xuan lay on the stone slab while breathing heavily, while speaking with difficulty.

"Come on, you, you have a brand new body anyway, look at my body but it's covered in wounds, I am an old and weak soldier now..."

The Holy Demon Diroc walked to Ye Xuan's side and sat down, took out two pots of wine from the holy ring he was wearing, and handed one to Ye Xuan. He took it in his hand and drank to himself.

Sacred De Roc's words made Ye Xuan startled. Looking at the scars on his body, Ye Xuan sat up, stretched out his palm to put his arm around Saint De Roc’s shoulder, and laughed: "Okay, you win this round!"

"Then you can remember to follow the old rules!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Holy Demon Diroc turned his head and grinned.

"No problem! Come on, drink!"

Ye Xuan graciously agreed, holding the hip flask and colliding with the hip flask in the hands of Saint De Roque.

Then the two started chatting while drinking wine.

"I heard about you from Afeng and Ainina. We know you will be back one day!"

The Holy Demon Diroc raised his head and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, a deep remembrance and complexity appeared on his face,

There was a low voice in the mouth: "It's just that now you have finally returned, but our home is gone. The Temple of Gods and Demons is destroyed and no longer exists..."

"Back then, Afeng and I led the brothers to hold on to their deaths, but...in the end we were still unable to guard it! Sorry, brother!"

At the end of the words, Saint De Roque's heart was full of deep self-blame and guilt.

"What stupid words? I'm sorry for you. If I had a little more thought and defense back then, it wouldn't be like this. It was my misstep and made everyone suffer! It was me. Sorry everyone, I let you down!"

Ye Xuan stretched out his palm and patted the shoulder of Saint De Roque heavily, a deep guilt appeared on his face, and deep and apologetic words came out of his mouth.

As the leader of the Temple of Gods and Demons, he failed to protect everyone.

"Okay, it's all brothers. Don't blame each other here! Our home is gone. Take it back and build it!"

Lin Feng, the mad demon in the distance, saw this scene and couldn't help but smile, and took Li Chunyang to walk next to them, patted them on the shoulders, and smiled.

"Shao Xuan, talk to you, I'll get you some good wine."

Looking at Ye Xuan, the familiar appearance of the crazy demon Lin Feng and Saint De Roc, Li Chunyang only felt that it was a bit embarrassing and redundant to stand here, and at the moment he turned and walked down the mountain.

"Pure Yang!"

Seeing this, Ye Xuan couldn't help turning his head and beckoning to Li Chunyang: "Don't go, come here!"

Li Chunyang nodded gently, and walked to Ye Xuan's side.

"Chunyang, let me introduce to you, this is our good brother Diroc!"

"Adi, this is our new brother Li Chunyang!"

After that, Ye Xuan introduced the Holy Demon Diroc.

"Diroc? He is the Holy Demon Diroc, one of the nine great demon kings in the Western Asura world?"

Listening to Ye Xuan's introduction, Li Chunyang was taken aback, staring blankly at Saint De Roc, his face was full of shock and consternation.

He had heard the rumors and stories of Saint De Roque countless times, but he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes.

Moreover, his heart is full of deep doubts and shocks about Ye Xuan's identity. Obviously he didn't expect him to be a brother to the once-famous Saint De Roc!

So, what is his true identity?

"It's just a fake name. You are Ah Xuan's brother, and you are my Diroc's brother. We can take care of each other if we have anything in the future!"

Looking at Li Chunyang's shock and consternation, Saint De Roque couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, stretched out his palm to pat his shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Then I will trouble Master Saint Demon..."

Li Chunyang also answered with a smile.

"Don’t be a sacred demon, mad demon, let’s call our names from now on!"

The crazy demon Lin Feng also stretched out his palm to pat Li Chunyang's shoulder, and spoke boldly.

"This..."

Li Chunyang was dazed, quite flattered.

After all, his status and status are far worse than those of the crazy demon Lin Feng and the holy demon Diroc.

"Okay, Chunyang, I have never regarded you as an outsider, but a brother...in the future you will call it as they say!"

Seeing what Li Chunyang wanted to say, Ye Xuan waved his hand to interrupt his words.

"Yes!"

Li Chunyang hesitated and nodded softly.

Ye Xuan took a deep look at Li Chunyang, then said in a deep voice.

"Chunyang, I have been hiding from you for so long, I should let you know my true identity and some things!"

"Shao Xuan, your true identity?"

Li Chunyang was taken aback when he heard Ye Xuan's words.

Ye Xuan nodded lightly, and spoke slowly.

"Actually, I am not Ye Xuan, but the devil!"