The people around saw that the two of them were fighting more and more fiercely, and they flew around with vigor, and several people were injured by mistake, and they all hurriedly retreated.

Give up a large open space for the two of them, for fear of being affected by the pond fish.

Everyone stared at the two of them who were fighting without blinking, but in fact, there were very few people who could see the two fighting clearly.

Even the eldest dog with the top combat effectiveness among these people, Ergou, can only vaguely see an afterimage.

Only Ah Sin, he can barely see the path of the two.

As for the others, they can only watch the excitement.

But this does not hinder their enthusiasm, their fanaticism.

It's just because of this kind of scene of a duel between top martial arts masters, which is rarely seen on TV.

What's more, can the computer effects you see on the screen compare to the ones that are right in front of you?

"Damn, this is kung fu?"

"Huaxia Kung Fu, can you practice to this point?"

"I knew that Lao Tzu also went to practice the exercises, if you have this ability, the world is so big, isn't it going sideways?"

In the midst of an exclamation, suddenly only one person snorted, and then pedaled back more than 20 steps.

"What!?"

On the balcony on the third floor, the seven bosses and Wang Zhensheng were all shocked.

Because the person who retreated was Yao Lao!

He was forced to retreat by Zhao Junhao?

"This is not Shaolin's golden bell jar, what kind of evil kung fu is this?"

Yao Lao glared at Zhao Junhao with a blue face.

It turned out that he was shocked by Zhao Junhao's unicorn.

The huge force of the shock made his blood surge, which was quite uncomfortable.

At this time, he deliberately asked Zhao Junhao, but he didn't really want to know Zhao Junhao's kung fu path, but ......

I want to use this to delay time and calm my blood.

Zhao Junhao, of course, knew his intentions and shook his head.

"This hand is called Qilin Zhen, if you want to calm down your qi and blood, I will give you time. But on the next move, you're going to lose. ”

Yao Lao was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly "hahahaha".

His face was full of hideousness.

Under Zhao Junhao, a mere junior, he couldn't get any cheap, and he was so underestimated by him, Yao Lao was really humiliated and angry.

"Boy, you're really strong. But the old man wants you to know today what it means to be old and strong, and what is called a mountain and a mountain high! ”

"If you're lucky today, you can see the ultimate stunt of my all-arm fist, and if you can die under this stunt, you can be blind......ed."

"You've got too much nonsense, let's die!"

When Zhao Junhao said the word "nonsense", he had already moved.

He seemed to have turned into four doppelgangers all of a sudden, and in the eyes of everyone, there were actually four Zhao Junhao, attacking Yao Lao from four directions.

This is only because Zhao Junhao's speed is too fast and too fast, and it has surpassed the limit of what ordinary people's eyes can capture.

Moreover, his speed is not only too fast for ordinary people. Even for Yao Lao, it was terrifyingly fast.

When Yao Lao found that he couldn't capture Zhao Junhao's action route at all, his heart suddenly lifted, and he was going to use a stunt to kill Zhao Junhao, but he had to temporarily press his thoughts.

One hand crosses the chest, a fist is slightly bent, and a defensive posture is waiting.

Suddenly, Yao Lao felt a strong sense of crisis.

Without thinking about it, he slammed a punch into the top of his head.

Only then did everyone see that Zhao Junhao had unconsciously jumped into the air above Old Man Yao's head, and slapped it down from the air with one palm.

Eight Desolations and Six Styles, the Third Style, Demon Slayer.

"Poof!"

A huge amount of dust flew up, accompanied by the sound of a man spurting blood.

The area of blood mist was so large that it almost stained the dust and sand red.

When the dust returned to the dust, I saw Yao Lao kneeling on the ground, his knees sinking deep into the ground.

His hands were blowing weakly, his head was down, and he was still coughing up blood in his mouth.

Zhao Junhao stood in front of him, with his hands behind his back, and his expression was neither sad nor joyful.

"Vulnerable!"

With a flick of his hand, a burst of energy was struck, and the dead Yao Lao was knocked to the ground by Zhao Junhao.

Zhao Junhao didn't look at him, and strode towards Wang Zhensheng and the others.