But something unexpected happened to him, he didn't expect the other party to be able to flip when his body was flat, and directly kicked his face door again with his right leg.

This time, he blocked with his hand, but the opponent's strength was too great, and he was directly repulsed. The palms of the hands are also hot and painful at this time.

"Young man, go on." The old man yelled.

He stumbled up the three-meter-high tree and kicked the handle of the Shura Blade.

Leng Feng caught his weapon with a backflip, and his toes tapped lightly again, and his body changed and swept towards the man in black.

When the cold wind and the man in black were in full swing, the old man faced the white-haired old man of the Lu family, and there were two people brought by the other party.

The white-haired old man took the route of Xingyi Boxing, with a strong fist style and a wide opening and closing.

There is also such a saying about martial arts, Tai Chi does not go out for eight years, and Xingyi kills people in one year. It is enough to see that Xingyi Fist is taking a fierce path.

The old man dealt with three people by himself, and he also had to protect Ye Yuxin behind him, so Rao was not too far behind.

The white-haired old man became more and more anxious, and he couldn't drag it out like this any longer. He had just seen with his own eyes the terrifying skills of that beautiful man in white, and now that a master on his side had been cut off the horse, the huge advantage just now was gone.

Although the man in black is powerful, he is still a little behind that young man after all, and he must have never had a chance to succeed if he drags on for a few more minutes.

The white-haired old man glanced at him, and the two people on the side bypassed the old man from both sides and rushed towards Ye Yuxin.

"Look for death!" The old man burst into tears.

A person who rushes to the side is a straight punch. It's simple, straight to the point. I saw that the man's reaction was fast enough, and his left hand clenched his fist and hit the old man's fist straight at it.

Bang.

This person was directly punched away by the old man, and his right arm was severely injured, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

It was precisely because of the sacrifice made by this person that the other person rushed to Ye Yuxin's face. The old man rushed on the spot, clenched his fist with his right hand, and killed the other party with his left hand in a palm.

But how could the white-haired old man who stood aside and waited for the opportunity let go of such a good opportunity? I saw him start his body, appear behind the old man like a shadow, and punch the old man's right shoulder.

The old man let out a muffled snort, and Ye Yuxin, who was not far from him, saw the painful look on his face and the big sweat drops left on his forehead.

However, he didn't care about his body, and the impact of the opponent's punch and the inertia of his own steps rushed towards the man.

Ye Yuxin is not a wood after all, when the other party's hand was just stuck on her neck, she immediately lowered her head and bit the other party's wrist violently.

Yes!

With some unexpected roar, it came out of the man's mouth.

Ye Yuxin was also really ruthless, and directly bit the other party's wrist to bleed. What a hate!

It was precisely because of this sudden change that the young man hesitated for a moment, and at the same time gave the old man a chance to rush over.

"Bang."

The old man punched the opponent in the head, knocking the opponent unconscious on the spot.

After all, it was in the downtown area, and he didn't dare to kill the killer. The old man showed a praising look at Ye Yuxin and was very pleased.

Ye Yuxin also smiled at the old man embarrassedly, meaning that I was also helpless.

Now it's really a one-on-one scene left. Cold wind against the man in black, old man against white-haired old man.

The battle between Leng Feng and the man in black just now was indistinguishable because Leng Feng had to pay attention to Ye Yuxin's safety while attacking. The person let out a miserable scream just now, and the terrible cold wind frightened him, and he hurriedly turned his head to find that Ye Yuxin was out of danger.

Because of the sudden turn of his head this time, his white-clothed one was cut by the other party.

Those who are familiar with the cold wind know that this man has some slight cleanliness habits, and he does not allow ordinary people to come into contact with him, not even touch it.

The chill on Leng Feng's face was even worse, and his eyes slowly turned blood-red, and the whole person was about to explode.

Now he can finally act with the other party unscrupulously, the cold wind at this time is the real blood Shura, there are no scruples, no worries, only endless killing.

The man in black knew that he had really annoyed this pervert this time, and his eyes were blood-red on the other side, and he was ready to fight with himself at first sight. Does it make sense to fight like this?

His strength is still a little worse than Shura, and the strength of the two old men who are fighting against him is about the same, but after a while, he will really be killed by Shura, but he clearly understands that when Shura's blood pupil appears, his whole person is a fighter jet, as if he doesn't know how to be tired.

If the mission continues like this, it has already failed, and fighting like this will only make fearless sacrifices. Thinking of this, the man in black was ready to withdraw.

Leng Feng didn't know what the man in black was thinking, he just wanted to kill the guy in front of him now. The other party ran here from abroad to seek revenge on his senior brother, and if he didn't kill the other party this time, he would be in unexpected trouble in a few days.

After Leng Feng made up his mind, the Shura blade in his hand continued to glow with beautiful sword flowers, and the coherence between each move made people feel incredible.

This kind of fast pace will make any master who plays against him feel suffocated. Even if the strength is a little stronger than him, he will be killed if he is not careful. Not to mention that the man in black's own strength is obviously weaker than Leng Feng.

What's even more powerless is that although the moves look beautiful and are so complicated, each move reveals an incomparably powerful force. If any of these attacks hit the body, there was a terrible consequence of serious injury.

This is the blade of Shura squandered wantonly in the hands of Leng Feng, coupled with the special moves taught by the old man, he can do whatever he wants, and it has become an impenetrable wall with both offense and defense.

Now the man in black who is fighting against Leng Feng is already miserable, and he already has multiple knife wounds on his body. Although the wound was not very large, there was blood oozing from it, and it also affected the flexibility of his hands and feet over time.

He wanted to run, but his inability to run was the thing that hurt him. The opponent's attack is so fierce that he leaves no room for it, and whenever the opponent makes a move, he must use the weapon in his hand to parry.

The last time he fought against Shura, he didn't use his Shura Blade, but just a finely crafted military thorn, and its attack Cheng Dù was of course not comparable to Shura's Blade.

I don't know how this weapon was created? It doesn't look like a knife, but it looks like a knife. It's not a sword, but it can be used as a sword.

Chopping, chopping, chopping, stabbing, teasing, it can all be made.

It's the equivalent of one weapon against several of your opponent's weapons, and you don't know which one the opponent will use and when.

If the man in black was miserably abused in the fight with the cold wind, then the white-haired old man was even worse.

The old guy on the other side just punched him, as if he was not afraid of death. You don't fight him, his fist just beckons to him. If it's a fist, but how long will it take?

The white-haired old man held his breath, and after a dazzling attack, he dodged the attack of the old man's left fist and punched the old man in the chest.

Don't you old immortal always like to punch people in the chest? Well, I'll use this trick against you now, too.

The old man finally chose to fight against himself, and the old man was secretly happy.

The reason why he has been fighting is because he knows where his strengths are, and he also knows that the opponent will not use dark strength. However, with foreign kung fu, he can be almost equal to his own half-catty, which can also show that the other party's skills are very good.

Bang.

The fists of both sides are against each other. Neither of them moved.

The white-haired old man sneered, he always likes to fight with the uncle, but I didn't expect your fist to be like that, and it didn't hurt me much.

Of course, the old man understood what the other party was thinking, and pushed forward with one arm again, and a surging and majestic force poured out of the old man's fist again.

The smile on the white-haired old man's face froze, and his body floated backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Syllable.

The bony body fell the curb. This fall even makes people feel that they have broken all the bones in their bodies?