"boom!"
The masked old man shouted the Great Demon Subduing Fist, and at the same time a majestic fighting spirit burst out.
His fist was in front of the man in gray in the blink of an eye.
Swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger!
Although he didn't know who the man in gray was, he couldn't be a good person if he sneaked into his villa and rescued the evil girl.
Good people don't do these things secretly.
Moreover, the man in gray can silently rescue people, which shows that he is also a top and tough master.
Such an expert would probably overhear the conversation between Shen Jingbing and himself.
This means that his undercover identity is likely to be leaked.
Therefore, when the masked old man takes action, it is like thunder!
"Whoosh!"
Amid the aura of the masked old man, the man in gray moved back expressionlessly.
It was impossible to see how he moved. A strong and brazen fighting spirit easily broke the astonishing aura of the masked old man.
Then the scene of the confrontation was frozen uncontrollably, as if time had stopped for thousands of years and flowed endlessly.
The man in gray held the cigarette between his two fingers and lit the fist that the masked old man had smashed down.
The morning breeze blew over, causing their hair to fly wildly.
A trace of surprise flashed across the masked old man's face, and he was very surprised by the domineering power of the man in gray.
This is much more powerful than Ye Fan who secretly attacked and hurt himself.
You must know that this punch, although it was fired with the left hand, killed an elephant without any pressure, but now it was blocked by the man in gray.
He was shocked, but more than a little fanatical.
"die!"
While the masked old man was shouting, he advanced instead of retreating, pressing crazily towards the man in gray.
The right hand also endured the pain and continued to attack with the left hand.
"Powerful Vajra Palm!"
"Thirty-three Ways of Arhat Fist!"
"Pianhua Seven Star Fist!"
"Put flowers on your hands left and right!"
"Big monument smasher!"
"Wind and Cloud Hand!"
"Prajna Zen Palm!"
"Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm!"
The masked old man typed out the eight secret skills in his memory in one breath, and his hands swept through the afterimages in mid-air.
The soles of the feet also kept moving, leaving traces behind.
Bang bang bang, the fists or hands of the masked old man broke the sun visor of the rooftop, the water reservoir, and a retaining wall.
The entire rooftop was not only filled with flying sand and rocks, but also filled with the aura of death.
So tyrannical.
The man in gray clothes was like a small boat in the sea, constantly floating in the face of this overwhelming attack.
The fists and fingers swished past, passing by fierce winds that could drown the man in gray at any time.
Extremely dangerous.
However, no matter how angry the masked old man was, the man in gray remained standing and kept swaying with the attacks.
Let him be strong and let him be strong, and the breeze blows on the hills.
He can be crossed by others, and the bright moon shines on the river.
The man in gray performed these two sentences simply and directly, calmly avoiding the opponent's fists, sharp claws, and iron arms.
He held the cigarette and moved the smallest amount, but the masked old man's attack was in vain!
"Die!"
The masked old man's face darkened, and he turned his hands and grabbed the man in gray at the throat.
The man in gray clothes slid away like a loach, and the masked old man's fingers immediately grabbed the wall behind him.
There was a click, and the tiles on the wall shattered, revealing ten more fingerprints.
When the blow missed, the masked old man was not depressed, but used the force to rebound.
At the same time, he kicked the man in gray who was retreating like lightning in the chest.
"boom!"
This kick is not only powerful and heavy, but also very domineering.
Before he could touch the man in gray, several pieces of glass next to him shattered.
The man in gray didn't panic at all. He seemed to have expected that the other party would take the opportunity to use his kick.
"Bang bang bang!"
The man in gray clothes drew a circle lightly while holding the big white sand between his hands, calmly neutralizing the powerful kick of the masked old man.
Seeing this, the masked old man became even more fierce in fighting spirit. With his right hand injured, he used his legs to the extreme.
His legs attacked like mercury pouring out, as if he wanted to pin down the man in gray and beat him again.
Only when several leg shadows hit him without making a sound did he realize that what the man in gray had left behind was an afterimage.
"die!"
The man in gray gave the masked old man the feeling of not only being powerful, but also a real threat.
Ye Fan brought him danger, just like a poisonous snake. If he bites, he will be injured, but as long as he risks his life and death, he believes that he can trample Ye Fan to death.
The man in gray is a big python, not only dangerous, but also extremely suffocating.
He saw no hope of defeating the man in gray, and even if he risked his life, there was no guarantee that they would both die together.
This brought great frustration to the masked old man.
But he still let go and fought.
He wanted to see how strong the man in gray was.
"Bang bang bang!"
After the attack on his legs and feet, the masked old man flashed a samurai sword without any warning.
He slashed sixteen times in one breath.
"Sixteen cuts of the nose."
The magic sword technique that Yang Guo has dominated for many years exploded.
The sky was filled with murderous intent and the sky was dark, as if I was in hell.
The man in gray clothes was still calm and calm, holding a cigarette between his arms to block the attack.
This contempt and disdain made the masked old man even more furious.
The sword light flashed continuously.
The katana collided with the man in gray's fingers holding a cigarette.
It's just that he never hurt the other party. Instead, blood seeped out of his own tiger's mouth.
"I don't believe there is a monster like you in this world!"
The masked old man yelled at the man in gray: "I don't believe it!"
He uses his tenacity and ghostly figure to accelerate and attack his opponents.
He maintained his dignity with the katana in his hand.
From time to time, the rooftop is filled with fierce winds that split the air.
The man in gray remained calm, blocking all the attacks with two fingers, and even took a few mouthfuls of white sand in his busy schedule.
In the rising smoke rings, the separation and reunification of two vigorous dragon-like figures was dazzling.
A loud clashing sound will erupt between every break and rejoin.
When masters compete, the outcome of life and death is often just a matter of one move.
Because when they strike out, they have already calculated every situation.
The right time, location, opponent's mood and physical strength are all included in their calculations.
But everyone is bound to make mistakes. As long as there is even a slight difference in his calculations, the mistakes he makes will surely make him regret it for the rest of his life.
The masked old man swept the fingers of the man in gray.
When the man in gray blocked the katana in his left hand, a flash of light burst out from his eyes.
The right hand that had been lowered suddenly shook.
There is a dagger in the palm of my hand.
The sword flashed brightly and struck down like lightning.
"boom!"
The sky is full of knife shadows, dazzling people.
The man in gray did not hesitate, did not flinch, and was not confused by the lightning-like dazzling sword light.
In the flash of light, he found the tip of the masked old man's sword.
The tip of the knife is the heart of the knife.
The power of the knife changes with the tip, and this change is the lifeblood of this knife.
He cut off the opponent's sword pulse with one finger.
"It's over!"
The flashing sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the cigarette was still burning the masked old man's eyes.
"Um!"
The masked old man's eyes hurt, and he subconsciously stepped back more than ten meters, with a look of turmoil on his face.
If the thing that hit the eye was not a cigarette but a sharp knife or a concealed weapon, I would probably be dead.
Too strong, too strong, and the opponent can always see his attack trajectory at a glance, making all his efforts meaningless.
There shouldn't be such perversion in this world!
He stabilized his body and was about to attack with his sword when the man in gray clothes said indifferently:
"Storm, enough!"
