No one thought that Mao Eighteen would change his tactics halfway, and the speed of the change was even more unexpected.

Chang Shengtian didn't expect it, after all, the Eight Desolations and Six Palms were the exclusive martial arts of their master's lineage, and all of them had spent their lives studying.

After all, martial arts are vast, and it is extremely difficult to exhaust them, except for that kind of arrogant person, it is not easy to waste energy to study other martial arts.

As the so-called master moves are only in one thought, the two of them think about the same realm, and Chang Shengtian should not be distracted.

However, at the moment when he was stunned, Mao Eighteen's steely claws swept like lightning, and in an instant, they passed through the opponent's dense sword blade.

Suddenly, Chang Shengtian's right shoulder was scratched.

Fortunately, he was not slow to react, otherwise he was afraid that his entire right arm would have been destroyed.

"Unexpectedly......" Chang Shengtian clenched his teeth, originally wanted to shout angrily, but he had no chance.

Although Mao Eighteen's realm has been stagnant for twenty years, his combat experience has not fallen, and his right claw is oblique, straight to the opponent's throat.

Chang Shengtian finally showed a trace of panic, and only now did he realize that even if he didn't panic just now, he was definitely not an opponent.

Of course, this is because his realm and strength are slightly insufficient, but the more important thing is the other party's claw.

Although the opponent's move looks a bit like the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand of Shaomuro Mountain, it is different, this move changes rapidly and strongly, and it is far more mysterious than the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand.

Chang Shengtian didn't think about it, and hurriedly flicked his wrist, and countless sword flowers immediately appeared in front of him, agitating, trying to block the opponent's offensive again.

It is undeniable that in the past 20 years, he has changed the Eight Desolations and Six Palms to practice sword moves, and his attainments in swords have long been extraordinary.

However, the next moment, his complexion suddenly changed, and Mao Eighteen's right claw, in a flash, passed through his dense sword flower and poked in.

At this time, Chang Shengtian wanted to retreat again, but it was obviously too late, and in another flash, he was shocked to find that there was a trace of coolness in his throat.

He suddenly wanted to shout, but he couldn't shout.

Because at this moment, his throat has been choked by Mao Eighteen.

"You ......" Chang Shengtian's face finally appeared dead gray, and his whole body was already trembling with horror.

"At this moment, I have been waiting for twenty years, and the master's spirit in the sky can finally be blinded!" Mao Eighteen gritted his teeth and roared, his eyes suddenly bursting with murderous intent.

Chang Junwei, who had been sitting, saw that he could still sit here.

"Bold, dare to be a vertical!" Chang Junwei was furious, and suddenly slapped the table, and the momentum was extremely powerful, and under his beat, the entire hard and smooth marble table was cracked into countless pieces.

As soon as he spoke, his people pounced, as fast as a poisonous snake.

However, as soon as he moved, Tang Feng also moved, originally Tang Feng had been guarding against him, and as soon as he moved, he naturally followed.

It's just that Tang Feng is still sitting there, his hand is just a wave, and the two chopsticks on the table suddenly swish, breaking through the air and roaring out, straight to the back of the opponent's neck.

Chang Junwei was taken aback, at this time, although he had already swept to the rear of Mao Eighteen, he had even slapped his palm.

Although he also used the Eight Desolations and Six Palms, the palm is undoubtedly more powerful and the strength is more violent.

However, he also knew that if this palm was slapped, the two chopsticks behind him would inevitably pierce his neck.

When he was in danger, where could Chang Junwei take care of so much, the palm force he slapped was withdrawn like lightning, and he slapped it again halfway, and immediately slapped the chopsticks to the ground.

It's just that in this way, his movements are already slow.

It was taking advantage of this opportunity that Mao Eighteen Fingers suddenly exerted force, and suddenly there was a clicking sound.

Chang Shengtian only had time to let out a half-scream, and his throat was already broken.

At this time, Chang Junwei had to free his hand and turned his hand to slap it.

Mao Shibai is not stupid, even if his realm skyrockets overnight, he also knows that he is definitely not the opponent of his uncle, so he did not hesitate, swept three feet deep, and turned around in the air.

Just two ups and downs, Mao 18 swept back to Tang Feng's side.

When he settled down, Chang Shengtian's man slowly fell, and when he fell, his eyes had not yet closed, although his pupils were gradually dilating.

However, in the two eyes, there was still a vicious light, and at the same time, there was a look of disbelief even to death.

He really couldn't believe that in the end, he still died at the hands of his junior brother.

"Master, your old man has a spirit in the sky, you can rest in peace!" Mao Shibai sighed gloomily, and a pair of old eyes suddenly burst into tears.

At this moment, he has been waiting for twenty years, and now he has finally got his revenge!

Chang Junwei was already trembling with anger, trembling all over his body, as if he couldn't even speak, just glaring at Tang Feng angrily.

At this time, Tang Feng had slowly gotten up!

"You go now, exit Chang Tianmen, maybe I can spare your life!" Tang Feng's face was indifferent, and he directly chose to ignore Chang Junwei's murderous gaze.

Chang Junwei didn't speak again, it seemed superfluous to say more at this time, of course he didn't leave, after a sneer, he paced slowly, but walked over to this side.

No one spoke for a while, and the seventh-story attic suddenly fell into a deathly silence again.

The three members of the Chen family breathed loudly, which seemed to reveal the unpeace in their hearts at this moment, because they had never thought of what was happening in front of them.

They didn't expect that not only had the master of Changtianmen been abolished, but even the master of the Taitian Gate had died, and the situation had far exceeded their original expectations.

Fortunately, there is still an elder Taishang, as long as Chang Junwei takes down this surnamed Tang and kills that Mao Eighteen, then everything is still under control.

What is unexpected is that at this time, Yi Bufan is still quite calm, and even a faint sneer appeared on his face.

After all, he is also a member of Wudang, and he naturally knows Chang Junwei, a former Wudang disciple, very well, and the strength of the surname Tang is very good, but he also has absolute confidence that Chang Junwei will definitely win.

"Young master, just watch, let the old servant go and meet him for a while!" Mao Eighteen said and wanted to rush out.

Tang Feng waved his hand to stop him, and said lightly: "You stand down, you are not his opponent!"

Mao Eighteen wanted to slaughter his uncle with his own hands, but after thinking about it, he didn't insist anymore.

Chang Junwei sneered suddenly: "He is not my opponent, so what about you, do you think you are my opponent?"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly let go of his breath, and a wave of qi spread out in an instant, causing the cups and plates around him to shake again and again.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of pale golden luster appeared on Chang Junwei's body, and the luster converged, and soon turned into a golden bell, enveloping him.

When Mao 18 saw this, he was dumbfounded and said, "This is ...... Golden bell jar?"

(End of chapter)