The old man has not asked about love for decades, who would have thought that he would almost make a mess as soon as he made a move today, and he couldn't help but be shocked and ashamed, and his face was red, but these were not as affectionate as his admiration for the Saiwai Sword in Uncle Zhou's hand.

It's a treasure.

The old man no longer hesitated, and forced a mouthful of Yuan Li, the mace kept flipping in his hand, and the extremely heavy weapon had the feeling of holding an embroidery needle in his hand.

Swept the past, this move has become a momentum as soon as it is shot, and the power is more than thousands, in the old man's opinion, this move could have been against 10,000 people, and now it can be regarded as a glance at the juniors in front of him.

Uncle Zhou has his own intuition, he can't dodge, even if the first move can be dodged, but the second move will inevitably be more powerful after the old man's accumulation, so it can be seen that the old man must not be a nameless person, but why should such a skilled person find trouble for himself and go against one of the three major sects of the Desire Illusion Sect?

There is a spirit in the sword, Uncle Zhou silently recited 'seal' in his heart, the sword emitted a burst of red light, and it collided with the stick, and the amazing thing was that it was the old man's mace that slipped away first. The old man was afraid for a while, when he was strong, he was strong, and the more his yuan power gushed out, the heavier the counterattack on the sword.

The old man just tried his best to take a figure-eight, if it weren't for that, I was afraid that half of his shoulders would be gone.

The blood was surging, and the old man was patient, and what was happening now was somewhat beyond his expectations.

When this was at a dead end, the old man had to change his tactics, giving up his best Taishan pressing technique and changing to the method of side knocking, and a mace danced into a flower in the old man's hand.

The stick is really too lightweight, and its flying traces are like Feihong in the night, which is really uncontrollable for opponents.

The mace shines. The two of them were all stick shadows, but Uncle Zhou had to move left and right, which made him have less and less room to return.

The stick shadow is getting bigger and bigger in Uncle Zhou's eyes. Helpless, Uncle Zhou couldn't find a solution for a while, because the old man's mace is now working on clicking on the key points around his body, and does not collide with the sword outside the plug, and Uncle Zhou feels that the old man's Yuan Li is quite unique when he attacks, and the Yuan Li comes first and is unusually meticulous in the connection with the moves, it seems that the mace moves completely at will, but how complicated is the human mind, how can I guess it?

The trend of strength and weakness is immediately reversed after the old man's move. Onlookers often can't see how wonderful the fight between the two is, let alone know that the two have already paced in front of the door of life and death several times.

Uncle Zhou had a large drop of sweat spilled, and the old man thought that he was going to win.

The old man was a little ashamed. This method of using sticks was only an idea in my mind until this battle. The changes in the rod are actually completely due to the different methods of force, Yuan Li first out and then receive, there is such a miraculous effect, you can know that the Yuan Force that is accompanied by your day and night, I only got one ten-thousandth of the strangeness.

People in the world want to send out more yuan power, the greater the power of the attack, but they don't know that the most exciting thing is to want it but can't get it, put it and pick it up again, the world is so different.

The old man is ninety-four years old this year before he really understands this truth, but he also understands that the price is too big, although he is powerful, but the old man just feels a burst of chest tightness, and he doesn't know where he has a spasmodic feeling all over his body, this is the harm of recovering Yuan Li to himself.

In the end, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, and if you kill the opponent in front of you, maybe you can find a solution later.

Uncle Zhou regretted it very much at the moment, with the blessing of the outer sword, he and the old man were originally between the two, but he was too light on the enemy, and he never imagined that the old man with a mace would be so domineering. Maybe if you make the first move, you will definitely win.

Red eyes looked at the people around them, how did they know that the next moment they were facing death. I hated that no one here could help me, and when I thought of this, Uncle Zhou had to be discouraged.

There is an abnormal movement in the outer sword.

As if the divine power outside the sky, the sword in Uncle Zhou's hand suddenly crossed a circle around him with strange traces for no reason, and the next moment the shadow of the stick in the sky disappeared without a trace, the old man was already more than ten steps away, and Uncle Zhou's front was suddenly empty.

Of course, the old man sensed the power, and at this moment, the mace in his hand was buzzing and trembling, and under the old man's strength, its amplitude only increased, and finally it was shattered in his hand with a bang.

Even though he was horrified, the old man didn't regret it in his heart, he just looked at the sword in Uncle Zhou's hand with deeper eyes.

Peerless divine soldiers, but in the hands of straw bales and instigated people, what a problem, what a problem!

Uncle Zhou looked up to the sky and laughed, and his pride was beyond words. But inexplicably he refused to take a step forward.

This old man must not be nameless, who is he?

It turned out that the old man moved first, and there was an inexplicable fire in his heart.

Striding over, Uncle Zhou shouted: "Without weapons, you still don't admit defeat!"

The old man said: "My wins and losses are forged with blood." ”

The front finger of the plugged sword is tricky. The old man sneered, jumped up violently, and saw the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, but how could the flesh and blood confront the divine soldiers?

The sun shook his eyes, and there was a roar between heaven and earth, which shook the scalps of countless onlookers, and then looked closely, and there was another mace in the old man's hand, but the end of the rod had been cut off.

Discarded, the old man actually laughed instead, and for no reason there was still an extra mace in his hand.

There was another thunderous roar between heaven and earth.

After six clicks, someone in the crowd shouted strangely: "He is Lu Eighteen, he is Lu Eighteen, there are eighteen maces, isn't the legend that he died early......"

He was answered by the thunder that resounded in the clouds.

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The old man's eighteen maces have been completely destroyed, and there are still blood stains around his body, and the defeat is a fait accompli, but his eyes are still firm.

There was a discussion around: "Legend has it that Lu 188 maces are all over the world, and after destroying eight maces in the last battle with people decades ago, he never disappeared again, and he didn't expect to appear here......"

After the silence, the old man rose to the sky again, but this time he flew to the building of the Desire Illusion Sect, the Yuan Force penetrated the body, and the qi moved with the wind, and the power of the eighteen punches hit countless houses, and the residence of the Desire Illusion Sect once again turned into a place of tattered ruins.

The old man returned to Uncle Zhou, and the place where Uncle Zhou was standing at this time was a huge pit, thanks to the collision between the two during the battle.

Uncle Zhou's face was expressionless, and the old man said: "I have done what I have to do......" A few steps away, but turned back: "How can you have such a sword......

As they walked away, someone finally surrounded him, and the doorman supported Uncle Zhou, but he also found that he fainted at some point......

Countless people scattered, leaving countless sighs......