"I'll deal with him." A thin old man beside Chen Siyu whispered to Chen Siyu.

"Okay, Mo Zhitao's martial arts are powerful, you must not be careless about his way." Chen Siyu nodded.

The thin old man didn't speak, he walked slowly towards Mo Zhitao. His eyes, which were a little cloudy just now, immediately gave a sharp look.

When Mo Zhitao saw the posture of this thin old man, he secretly clenched his fists. Although the other party has not made a move yet, the footsteps of the other party walking towards him step by step seem to be on his heart.

Suddenly, the emaciated old man moved, his hand flipped, and a terrifying internal force fluctuated, swept away, and then quickly gathered in front of him. Then the old man's hand flipped again, and the internal force in front of him rushed to the sky, and the rumbling sound, like muffled thunder, echoed in the sky.

As the qi blade that rushed to the sky dispersed, it then pressed towards Mo Zhitao like Mount Tai's overwhelming momentum.

Those qi blades were very terrifying, and they quietly spread out from the sky with a terrifying energy visible to the naked eye, and they collapsed in an instant, and everyone in the open space seemed to be overwhelmed by this invisible energy.

Those with low internal strength have been pressed to sit on the ground and breathless, and everyone is surprised, but they didn't expect the thin old man to overwhelm the crowd with one move.

Mo Zhitao couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at the thin old man's move, this old man's martial arts were at least above level seven, this kind of ability was very terrifying, he knew that he couldn't do it, the old man's martial arts were still above him.

"Boom," Mo Zhitao didn't think about it anymore, the thin old man had already made a move, and if he didn't make a move, his own people might be injured by the old man's internal force.

"Flying Dragon Palm Seventh Style." He slapped the invisible energy hard, and the roar took shape under his palm. Then, a huge internal force dragon shadow condensed out like lightning, gathering ten percent of Mo Zhitao's strength, and the thin old man's strong offensive was stiff and regretful.

The thin old man looked at Mo Zhitao's shot, and his eyes froze. "Seven-meter-long Flying Dragon Palm, your martial arts are level seven? No, your martial arts just now was only level five, how could you suddenly be promoted to level seven? What's going on? The wizened old man muttered to himself.

"Isn't the Yin-Yang Gate destroyed? How can Mo Zhitao still have the martial arts of the Yin and Yang Gate? Chen Siyu also looked at it strangely.

"Boom," Mo Zhitao stepped back three meters before he stood firm, but he defused the emaciated old man's attack. As soon as the emaciated old man's attack was resolved, the others felt much more relaxed, and there was no longer the pressure just now.

Mo Zhitao saw the thin old man standing there motionless, which showed that the other party's martial arts were stronger than him. And there are still a few people on Chen Siyu's side who haven't made a move, and their martial arts are not weak.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhitao's hand pointed to the sky, and a signal flap shot into the sky, and he was also going to seek reinforcements.

After a while, the masked wooden names flew over. Since the accident of the Yin-Yang Gate, Mu Ming has made the people of the Gate equipped with a secret weapon of quenching poison, which can ⊥ their combat effectiveness much stronger.

Therefore, when Mo Zhitao saw the appearance of Mu Ming, he was relieved. Like Yu Meijing's plum blossom needle last time, the lethality is very strong, enough to deal with those iron sand gangs.

"Hahaha, you think a few more people will be great, and when we kill you, you will know what regret is." Chen Siyu laughed, he waved his hand, and several men behind him ran towards Mu Ming.

And Chen Siyu flew towards Lin Zhenqiang, and the iron three plates also got up from the ground, he wanted to go over to help his people, and he must kill Mo Zhitao and their people.

Mo Zhitao saw that the situation had changed, and he said to Mu Ming: "Master, there is no need to be soft, we have to use a special move, and we can kill if we can." ”

Mu Ming nodded, "Yes, the situation has changed now, they have these such strong masters, Zhitao, you be careful, that thin old man is very strong." ”

"Hehehe, don't be afraid, it's okay for me to drag him down, you guys can do it." Mo Zhitao said confidently

After speaking, Mo Zhitao walked towards the thin old man, and Mu Ming and the others began to move.

The thin old man laughed wildly, and he flew towards Mo Zhitao. Everywhere he went, there was an explosion in the air, and it seemed that he was using all his strength to defeat Mo Zhitao here.

Mo Zhitao smiled coldly, he also got up and rushed towards the thin old man.

"Boom, boom." Mo Zhitao saw that the thin old man was familiar with his flying dragon palm, and he used the hundred fists he created. He threw three punches in a row at the emaciated old man. This kind of Baijia Boxing, combined with Mo Zhitao's strong body, is very effective, and he is now dealing with the thin old man with a hard-hitting method.

"What kind of martial arts are you?" When the thin old man saw Mo Zhitao using his self-created Baijiaquan, he was very strange. However, he saw that Mo Zhitao's boxing technique was nothing special and unremarkable, and he was a little unimpressed.

"Smack," Mo Zhitao made a gesture with the thin old man. The thin old man's palm slapped Mo Zhitao's chest. Mo Zhitao's body trembled slightly, and he punched the thin old man at the same time.

The thin old man saw Mo Zhitao's strong move, and those internal forces surged towards him. He hurriedly retreated to the back, avoiding Mo Zhitao's attack.

At this time, the thin old man was on fire, he didn't expect that he was actually forced to retreat by Mo Zhitao. Mo Zhitao's martial arts were a bit strange, he thought he could hurt Mo Zhitao, but Mo Zhitao not only did not get hurt, but he could attack him.

He almost fell in touch with Mo Zhitao's way, no wonder Chen Siyu told him to pay attention just now, don't touch Mo Zhitao's way This Mo Zhitao is very weird, he has to be very careful.

Mo Zhitao was secretly happy, he used to use the Flying Dragon Palm often, but he didn't expect that Baijiaquan was also very good. Especially when he relies on the strength of his body to fight hard with the opponent in close quarters, it is even better.

It seems that it is still more actual combat to have the experience of fighting. This time he fought against the wizened old man, and he learned something more.

"Come again," Mo Zhitao shouted arrogantly. He flew towards the thin old man, "boom, boom," and three more punches blasted towards the thin old man.

The old man's pupils shrank, he didn't expect Mo Zhitao to be so durable. Just now he hit Mo Zhitao in the palm of the hand, and if he was someone else, he was beaten down early in the morning, this Mo Zhitao is really special.

Just when the thin old man was about to make a palm with Mo Zhitao, suddenly, Mo Zhitao's wrist moved, and a silver light shot towards the thin old man like lightning.

"It's not good, it's a life-killing needle." The thin old man saw that something was wrong, and he immediately retreated to the back.

The thin old man is worthy of being a master among the masters, like the life-killing needle shooting so fast and urgently, but he can still flash the life-killing needle in a very short time, this ability is not something ordinary people can do.

Mo Zhitao knew that the thin old man's martial arts were strong, and it was very unrealistic for him to kill the thin old man with a life-killing needle. However, he can deal with others. The first thing to deal with is the iron three plates, no matter who covers the iron three plates now, he still has to kill the iron three plates first.

So, Mo Zhitao turned around and flew towards the iron three plates, "The three iron plates, take your life." ”

"Iron three plates, he has the life-killing needle of the Yin and Yang Gate." The wizened old man over there shouted loudly at the iron three plates

It's good that the thin old man doesn't say this, with the sixth-level martial arts of the Iron Third Board, he can still support and dodge the life-killing needle. But Tie Sanban listened to the words of the thin old man, he was about to be finished in the future, he didn't fight with Lin Zhenqiang and them, he turned around and ran desperately behind.

With the escape of the iron three plates, Mo Zhitao was in the middle of it, and as soon as he raised his wrist, a silver light shot towards the iron three plates.

Iron Sanban felt that something was wrong behind him, and he was trying to dodge it, but it was too late, and the fatal needle shot him in the back. "Ah, Young Master Yu, save me, I was shot."

Chen Siyu shouted to the thin old man: "Elder, hurry up and save Tie Sanban." ”

When the thin old man heard Chen Siyu say this, he immediately rushed towards the iron third plate. When he rushed to Tie Sanban's side, Tie Sanban was already lying on the ground with weak hands and feet, his face turned black, and he looked very poisoned.

"Elder, I have already submitted to you, you must save me." Tie Sanban said to the thin old man.

As soon as the thin old man took the veins of the iron three plates, his face changed. "It's highly toxic, it's very fast, and you can die within about three minutes." After speaking, the thin boss clicked on several acupuncture points of the iron three plates, and then he injected the internal force into the body of the iron three plates.

After a while, Tie Sanban's spirit was better, and his face did not continue to turn black, but it was also very terrifyingly dark. "Elder, I, can I still be saved?" Tie Sanban asked the thin old man.

The thin old man shook his head and said: "The toxin in your body can't be lifted yet, the time is too short, I can only temporarily control the toxin in your body and no longer spread, I have to study this toxin well." At the same time, you have to hold on, if the poison in your body continues to attack, I can't save you. ”

There are tens of millions of poisons in the world, and they can also be combined to produce new toxins, so it is not easy to find out what kind of poison Mo Zhitao has in a short period of time.

However, the thin old man still deliberately comforted Tie Sanban, "Don't worry, I will definitely save you." ”

"Okay, thank you, Elder." Iron three plates are grateful for the authentic.

At this time, Mo Zhitao took advantage of the time when the thin old man was treating the iron three plates, and he went over to shoot several strong martial arts Tiesha gangsters.

Yu Meijing is even more powerful, she came prepared this time, brought a lot of plum blossom needles, and she specially dealt with some Tiesha gang people who were not high in martial arts. Under her almsgiving, many of the Iron Sand Gang members have died under her plum blossom needles.

Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing's move, and he couldn't help nodding secretly. Yu Meijing is very talented in using hidden weapons, no wonder Mu Ming once said that Yu Meijing's martial arts are level four, but with the help of hidden weapons, she is enough to deal with level five or even level six masters.

If Yu Meijing's martial arts reach level five, then she will become a big help for herself, Mo Zhitao thought secretly in his heart.

Chen Siyu saw that Mo Zhitao and the others had killed the people of the Tiesha Gang, and he shouted angrily: "Mo Zhitao, if you don't stop, we will definitely wash your Tiesha Gang with blood, including your Yin and Yang Gate." ”