Chapter 917 is all desperate play

The white-haired old man glanced at the corpse of Poison Xin in the bushes, and suddenly sighed: "You killed Poison Xin, why don't you just kill me together?"

The masked man sneered and did not speak.

The white-haired old man glanced at the corpse of Poison Xin again, and sighed, "It seems that the old man has only one way to go. ”

The masked man smiled, "Yan Daxia has two paths. ”

The gray-haired old man hurriedly asked, "Which two roads can be taken?"

The masked man smiled, "Go back and confess your sins to the door master, or...... Die. ”

The white-haired old man stared at the long sword in his hand, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

The black cloth on the masked man's face shook for a while, and a vicious light burst out from his eyes.

The white-haired old man's hand holding the sword was bruised.

The masked man sneered, "It seems that you are trying to make a desperate bet." ”

The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and said, "Either the fish dies, or the net breaks! If you want to kill me, I will not sit still." ”

The masked man looked at the gray-haired old man and suddenly laughed out loud.

The gray-haired old man gritted his teeth, and the long sword in his hand was raised.

The wind blew waist-deep weeds on the side of the road, making a small sound.

The cold rain flowed down the cheeks of the gray-haired old man.

The masked man stared at the delicate bouquet of flowers in his hand, silent in the rain.

The white-haired old man didn't want to wait any longer, he gritted his teeth violently, and the long sword in his hand had turned into a shocking rainbow, slashing at the masked man.

The masked man slipped on the soles of his feet and withdrew backwards. This retreat is extremely fast.

The gray-haired old man slashed through the air with a sword.

The old horse pulling the cart broke the reins, neighed, and fled.

The old man with gray hair slashed through the air with a sword, and his body swept out against the ground.

The masked man was startled. In an instant, the long sword in the white-haired old man's hand had already attacked in a hurry.

The masked man screamed, and his body rolled out on his side.

At this moment, the waist-deep weeds on the side of the road suddenly shook sharply.

The white-haired old man's flying body suddenly froze, and he turned back sharply, the long sword in his hand slashing behind him.

There was a sound of "grid", and a pebble the size of an egg was split in half by a long sword.

The white-haired old man Huo Ran turned around. Less than two feet away from him, stood a black-robed man. The black-robed man was bloated, and his eyes shone with a fierce light.

The white-haired old man's pupils constricted, the muscles on his face spasmed, he hoarsely voiced, and hissed, "You're going to kill me too?"

The black-robed man sneered, "You brought this on yourself. ”

The white-haired old man laughed loudly, and the laughter was like a night cry.

The masked man waved his hand, and the sound of flowers blooming in the air was heard again.

The white-haired old man let out a long roar, and the long sword danced, impervious to wind and rain.

The black-robed man stood quietly aside with his hands behind his back.

Petals all over the ground.

The white-haired old man glared, and he suddenly found that the long sword in his hand was already stained with delicate flowers.

The masked man looked at the white-haired old man, and his eyes were like a hunter, staring at his prey.

The white-haired old man's complexion changed suddenly.

The delicate little flowers, like maggots, were attached to the sword. The florets shimmer with a metallic sheen. It was originally a crystal clear water droplet, but as soon as it fell on the small flower, it immediately turned dark green.

Dozens of dark green droplets had fallen on the back of the white-haired old man's hand.

The white-haired old man's hand holding the sword suddenly stiffened. The long sword fell to the ground with a "dang".

The black-robed man swept towards the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and slashed his left hand towards his right hand, which was holding the sword.

Blood splatters.

The white-haired old man stared at the severed palm in the rain, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

The black-robed man stood in front of the white-haired old man and said coldly, "Go back with us, you may still be able to live." ”

The gray-haired old man sneered. He glared at the black-robed man, suddenly rose up, and slammed the black-robed man's face with one palm.

The black-robed man sneered, and his palms met the white-haired old man's single palm.

Suddenly there was a neighing of horses from the direction of the Imperial City.

The black-robed man's heart trembled.

The white-haired old man's palm was already struck head-on by the sound of the wind.

The black-robed man's palms and the white-haired old man's palms collided together.

The masked man suddenly exclaimed, "Be careful. ”

The black-robed man also felt that something was wrong, because he suddenly found that the white-haired old man's seemingly incomparably sharp palm had now become anticlimactic, which was even lighter than a tickle.

The white-haired old man's fierce and powerful move turned out to be false.

The black-robed man had already seen through it, but if he wanted to hide, it was too late.

The white-haired old man's severed wrist had smashed into the black-robed man's chest like lightning. This move turned out to be a sword style. A simple and ordinary trick was deduced by this white-haired old man.

The black robe's face changed miserably, he screamed, his body leaned back sharply, and his left foot kicked the white-haired old man's lower abdomen. He replaces defense with offense, and it is obviously a desperate style of play.

The white-haired old man's broken wrist had hit the black-robed man's chest, and the black-robed man's left foot had also kicked the white-haired old man's lower abdomen.

The white-haired old man's body fell to the ground diagonally, his left hand covering his lower abdomen, and the cold sweat on his face rolled down with the rain.

The black-robed man retreated more than two feet, he clutched his chest, and the blood from his mouth and nose gushed out.

The white-haired old man glared fiercely at the black-robed man, he gasped, suddenly roared, and rushed forward again.

The masked man watched from afar, his slender eyes full of cunning.

The white-haired old man rushed towards the black-robed man like crazy.

The black-robed man stabilized his body, and he jerked open the black robe, revealing the short sword at his waist.

The black-robed man held a short sword in his hand and glared fiercely at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man's white hair had spread out, his face was blue, his broken wrist was dripping with blood, and the white hair that was scattered covered most of his face. The white-haired old man was walking towards the black-robed man step by step.

Somehow, a chill suddenly rose in the heart of the black-robed man.

The white-haired old man approached the black-robed man step by step.

The black-robed man involuntarily took two steps back, and he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a small puddle on the side.

The white-haired old man was approaching the black-robed man step by step.

The black-robed man's eyes flickered, and he suddenly kicked him out. This kick was not a kick to the white-haired old man, but a kick to a small puddle on the ground.

The stagnant water in the puddle shot towards the white-haired old man's face.

The white-haired old man subconsciously covered his face with his hands.

The black-robed man roared, and the short sword in his hand sparkled brightly in the clear rain, stabbing the white-haired old man's chest.

The white-haired old man did not retreat, but advanced, and his broken wrist had already met the sword of the black-robed man. His left palm, with the sound of the wind, slashed the neck of the black-robed man.

The black-robed man was taken aback, and he hurriedly returned to his sword to save himself.

The white-haired old man's left palm withdrew halfway, and he turned his palm into a fist and slammed the black-robed man's chest.

The black-robed man retreated sharply. As a last resort, he would never fight with this white-haired old man. The white-haired old man's desperate style of play has gained the upper hand for a while.

In the distance of the official road, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard.

The rain is getting lighter.

The masked man looked into the distance and suddenly sighed. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Danzun Evil God Claw Book House" for free for the first time.