"As the saying goes, it's better to dissolve enemies than to make knots. Isn't it a bit too much to use this unique skill right now?" The white-haired old man glanced at Lijiang, and a glimmer of light flashed in his turbid old eyes.
An invisible sense of intimidation spread from the white-haired old man. King Xigui's horse felt a little uneasy and kept stepping back, wanting to stay as far away from the white-haired old man as possible.
Lijiang dragged the giant ax back from the ground and placed it in front of him to resist the pressure.
Lan Yue and Tui Lin stood in front of Zhou Ziru like two door gods, blocking the aftermath of the pressure for Zhou Ziru.
Only one person could make three Chen Congwei so cautious, which shows the terrifying strength of the old man!
"The old guy has some skills!" Qingtian jumped out of the smoke, the tip of his gun flashing with cold light: "I'll try it!"
The iron spear arrived first and stabbed straight into the old man's head between the eyebrows. The shot came so fast that the spear was already in front of the old man before the others could see it clearly. The fierce wind blew the old man's white hair and robes.
The old man stood still, stretched out his hand, and grasped the iron gun. It was difficult for the gun tip to enter even an inch.
Qingtian originally thought that the opponent would dodge the shot, but he didn't expect that the opponent would hold it firmly in his hand. Even though he exhausted all his strength, he could not make any progress. Immediately, he stopped exerting his strength and stepped forward one step at a time. Dust and smoke rose up, scaring the surrounding Xigui soldiers into retreating several steps.
"Get up!" Qingtian exerted force on his front legs, and the loess beneath his feet was knocked down a few inches. With the force of his hands, he was about to lift the old man and fly him away.
The old man's feet moved forward slightly for half a foot, and then stood firmly again. The head of the iron gun was still held in his hand, and the sharp edges on both sides of the gun did not even scratch his palm. The old man looked at Qingtian and grinned, revealing a pair of yellow teeth.
"Hit!" A strong wind rose again, Jia Hai flashed out of the dust and smoke, and suddenly opened his eyes. This pair of eyes shines brightly, sharper than the eyes of an eagle in the sky. The iron gun in his hand seemed to follow the guidance of his gaze and pierced the old man's chest.
"Huh?" The old man was a little surprised. In just a flash of his mind, the iron spear had already pierced the old man's chest, and the old man's robe had been pierced by the tip of the spear.
"It's done!" Qingtian grinned.
The old man was also laughing. No one saw how the old man moved, but they saw that Jihai's iron spear was stepped on the ground by the old man's one foot. Even Jihai was stepped on so hard that he stooped, and was almost brought to the ground by this foot. .
There were two iron guns, one in the old man's hand and one under his feet, both of which were unable to move.
"Today's young people are very hard-working, but it's a pity that they are not as good as our original generation!" The old man sighed and looked at Qingtian: "Come on, come on, let me take a closer look."
The old man pulled the iron gun hard, and Qingtian was dragged over like a straw puppet. The old man threw away the iron gun, grabbed Qingtian's neck, and lifted him up.
"Ah, you look handsome, just like I did when I was young. I really like you! Hahahahaha."
"Qingtian!" Jiahai was panicking and wanted to rescue him, but the old man was too strong and he couldn't draw the iron spear no matter what.
"Let him go!" A giant ax came from the old man's side, and it was not slow in coming. It was about to hit the old man, but he took two steps back slightly and easily avoided the axe.
With his feet loosened, Jiahai finally drew out his iron gun, but the huge force he exerted drove him back dozens of steps.
Qingtian was already held in the old man's hand.
The old man ignored Lijiang and Jiahai, opened his mouth, exposed his yellow teeth, and bit Qingtian's neck.
Qingtian hurriedly raised his leg and hit the old man's chin with a knee. The old man was staggered, but he did not let go of his hand. He still opened his big mouth and seemed to want to bite Qingtian.
How could Qingtian be willing to submit? With only his knees against the old man's throat, the two of them remained in a stalemate.
Zhou Ziru coughed softly and said to Lan Yue and Tui Lin in front of him: "Cough cough cough... you guys go too."
The two of them had long wanted to step forward to help in the battle, but they just wanted to protect Zhou Ziru, so they had to watch the battle from the sidelines. Now that Zhou Ziru had said so, what were the two of them afraid of? At the same time, he stood up and rushed towards the old man.
Jiahai and Lijiang also wielded weapons, and the four of them surrounded the old man from all directions.
"Go!" The four of them took action at the same time and attacked the old man.
When the old man saw the four people around him taking action at the same time, he had no choice but to stop talking. His eyes darted around and finally landed on Tui Lin. He stretched out his free hand and faced Tui Lin's kick.
"Tum!" The fists and feet clashed, and they were evenly matched. Tui Lin quickly retracted his legs, changed his feet and attacked again. The old man used the same hand and used his backhand to grab Tui Lin's other foot, but he caught it.
"Oops!" Tui Lin's heart tightened, and he kicked back hard with his feet, driving himself towards the old man, with his fists raised high.
The old man did not dodge and pulled hard again. The huge force caused Tui Lin to lose his balance and hit the old man. The old man grabbed Tui Lin's chest and threw him towards Jia Hai who was rushing behind him.
When Jiahai saw Tui Lin being thrown towards him, he hurriedly retracted the tip of his spear and held the gun barrel horizontally in front of him, trying to catch Tui Lin. Pushing Lin hit him, and the two of them flew backwards and fell far away. Even the Xigui soldiers on the road were knocked over by the two men. Some of them were knocked to the ground and died on the spot.
Lijiang's giant ax also fell at this time, and the old man grabbed Qingtian and stepped back a few steps, crashing into the arms of Lijiang's middle door, which was wide open. An elbow hammered backwards, hitting Lijiang in the chest and abdomen. Lijiang was beaten backwards with his axe. The old man avoided the ax blade unhurriedly, grabbed Qingtian and faced Lanyue.
Lan Yue's boxing technique was not as fast as the others, and it was only now that he could get into a good posture. He leaned toward the old man, drew a semicircle with his hands, and the Tai Chi diagram appeared. Gently pushing the Tai Chi diagram towards the old man.
The old man changed his palms into fists, agreed without flinching, and punched the Tai Chi diagram hard.
"Crash!" There was no real object in the Tai Chi Tu, but it seemed to be smashed into pieces by the punch. People around him also heard a sound, and the Tai Chi Tu was directly punched by the old man and fell apart.
Lan Yue's Adam's apple surged up and down, forcing down the blood that surged to her throat. After staggering for two steps, the old man's palm was already on his chest. With a slight push this time, Lan Yue was pushed away and flew out like the other three people.
When the old man captured Qingtian, he actually won against one against four! Everyone was stunned with shock, because they did not see many moves and movements. They only knew that the four people rushed forward and were knocked away by the old man easily and freely, simple and direct.
"Boy, old man, I like you, it's your fate!" The old man said and opened his mouth to bite Qingtian again.
At this time, Qingtian only felt dizzy. He was led by the old man for a few steps, and he didn't know what happened. I just felt that the old man's strength was very terrifying, and I was far from his opponent.
The old man continued to open his mouth, intending to bite Qingtian's throat. Qingtian was in a daze and could no longer resist.
"Hey!" A goshawk cried out and swooped down from the sky, aiming directly at the white-haired old man.
The old man followed the sound and smiled coldly: "Humph, you flat-haired beast!"
The goshawk pounced on the old man, scratching at the old man's face with its sharp talons.
The old man stretched out his hand and slapped his talon in front of him. The goshawk was caught in the old man's hand, unable to move. It lost the sharp aura it had just now.
"嘤儿~!" Another eagle cry came from the air.
The old man looked up again and saw another goshawk flying in mid-air, holding the iron gun holding the sky in its talons.
"Hey!" The goshawk began to swoop. When it flew above Qingtian, it released its talons. The iron spear fell from the sky and was firmly inserted beside Qingtian. It only needed Qingtian to reach it with his hand.
The goshawk dropped its iron spear and, like the first goshawk, flew in front of the old man and stretched out its talons to scratch the old man's face.
The old man was so annoyed that a few bloody marks were scratched on his face by the goshawk.
"That's enough!" The old man threw Qingtian away, stretched out his other hand, and captured the second goshawk.
Qingtian was pushed out by the old man, and before he flew out, he instinctively hooked his hand, pulled the iron gun up from the ground, and flew out with him.
When the old man saw that Qingtian had been thrown away by him, and now he only held the two goshawks in his two hands, he said angrily: "Flat-haired beast, you are seeking death!" After saying that, he opened his big mouth with yellow teeth exposed. , biting a goshawk in one bite.
The other goshawk saw its companion being restrained and struggled desperately, but it failed to save its companion. Watching the bitten goshawk slowly shrinking in size, it was helpless.
Soon, there was only a pile of feathers on the ground.
The old man licked his lips, as if he was not satisfied, looked at the other goshawk, opened his mouth and bit it too...
Qingtian shook his head slightly, slowly climbed up with his spear, and looked at the old man. The two goshawks had disappeared, leaving only blood stains and feathers on the ground.
"Where is my eagle?" Qingtian asked in confusion.
At this time, the old man had killed both goshawks and swallowed them alive. After being nourished by the blood, the old man closed his eyes and felt it carefully. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "There is some smell, not bad."
"Ah!!!" An iron spear pierced the old man's chest. This time, the old man had no time to resist.
Unexpectedly, the iron spear passed through his body, and the old man's chest was restrained. The head of the iron spear forced him back several steps, but it could not hurt him in the slightest.
"What kind of evil skill is this?" Yi Xiaodao and Zang Yun stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the battlefield below. Yi Xiaodao asked.
Zang Yun slowly shook his head: "Unheard of. Master, shall we go down to help?" They were both Chen Congwei, and the others were defeated. Zang Yun couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly went down to help.
"Yeah." Yi Xiaodao nodded.
