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Doomsday Xiaoyao didn't know what exercises this old woman used, but Doomsday Xiaoyao knew that the exercises used by this old woman had some subtle connection with her family's exercises, and it was unknown what they were for a while.

The exercises used by the old woman and her family are all micro-attacks, which specifically attack some unique methods inside the human body. This attack basically ignores defense, ignores the thick skin of the target, and ignores the opponent's strong armor shield.

Micro-attacks not only have huge attack power, but also have a hit rate of 100 without any mistakes, of course, this must be based on breaking through several difficult personal cultivation levels before launching micro-attacks.

The micro-attacks of his own family are basically aimed at killing, what is the shock explosion technique great compassion hand, what is the splitting bone hand of the cracking explosion technique. And he was forced to learn the extremely domineering Ancient Flame Dragon Heart Blood Explosion Technique.

But the end of the world can clearly feel the secret of this silver-haired old woman, but it is a kind of warmth, his whole body seems to be bathed in the warm eyes of the silver-haired old woman, and the old woman's eyes seem to have a trace of medical effect, as if repairing a small part of his body.

But in Doomsday, he felt that the silver-haired old woman was terrible and powerful. It's scary here because I can know that this kind of micro-exploration technique is so easy to take my own life.

Of course, many people don't know this skill of the silver-haired old woman, and they think that it is very comfortable to be looked at by the old woman's kind eyes, but they don't know that they have long been lying in the Yama Hall and bathing in the Meng Po soup, and they will burp at any time.

When the two stood five steps apart, the silver-haired old woman smiled and continued: "You are not small, you dare to break in here"

Doomsday Xiaoyao held his hands in his arms, leaned against the high wall of the ramp, curled one foot on the wall, and looked up at the Yin Yin leaves sticking out of the high wall: "Here girls have the right to happiness"

The silver-haired old woman was still smiling: "Their hearts are fragile and easily hurt"

Doomsday said lightly: "I just want to be able to live a better life alone"

The silver-haired old woman also looked up at the verdant leaves sticking out of the wall: "The friendship between sisters can soothe the wounds in the soul more"

Doomsday said, "What about loneliness?"

The silver-haired old woman said calmly: "Hope is actually the killer!"

Doomsday was silent at first, didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the tufts of leaves.

The silver-haired old woman didn't say anything, and looked at the green leaves in silence.

The two, one old and one young, one young and one old woman, one leaning against the ramp wall, and the other Twilight standing sideways in the middle of the ramp, both quietly looking at the same leaf, but their minds were completely different.

One is the vigorous and energetic thinking of a young man, who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

One is the thought that everything is true and false, and everything is safe.

Doomsday Xiaoyao suddenly smiled: "Death is only the belonging of life, but the process is the meaning of life"

The smile of the silver-haired old woman shone like the sun: "It is only the first layer of superficial meaning, and the process of pursuing life is often accompanied by more desires and ambitions."

Doomsday Xiaoyao suddenly thought of the weak and weak girl, the princess of the ancient country of Nanshi, and I don't know when there was a feeling of protecting her in my heart.

Is this also a manifestation of ambition, or desire?

Doomsday was silent again, this time not at the leaves sticking out of the wall, but at the bluestone ramp floor.

Doomsday muttered to himself: "Exile must live, even if it is difficult and bitter, people always have to live first, there are feelings to live when they are alive, something happens, we try to live happily"

The silver-haired old woman was just passing by, and she happened to encounter the end of the world, and her expression was more chic and comfortable than the end of the world.

The silver-haired old woman saw why this young man was so leisurely, and came here to soak in beauty as if she was in her own home, and she could be familiar with the ramp like a maze of stars, indicating that this young man must have something extraordinary, and immediately became interested in the young man.

As soon as the two talked, the young man was actually very old, and in a few words, he talked about the emotional avenue of the avenue of life.

It seems that this young man is actually understanding the way of emotion at a young age, which is amazing.

It's just that this feeling of emotion is really a bit premature, relatively speaking, ordinary people, after experiencing ups and downs in middle age, may be successful.

However, everything in the world can happen, and there must be a reason for it to happen.

Doomsday Xiaoyao felt that kind gaze enveloping his whole body: "Senior, the old woman let you pass this level, but let me see how your exercises are"

Doomsday Xiaoyao is still leaning against the ramp wall, thinking in his mind that this silver-haired old woman's skills are absolutely strong, but his combat power skills are all based on instant kills, and he will take people's lives, although such cruel martial arts will not hurt the silver-haired old woman, but it will make him see how he can be a cruel person.

Because Doomsday Xiaoyao can feel that the old woman's body exercises are almost similar to her family's micro-attacks.

The difference is that the micro-attack that I learned since I was a child is to kill people, while the silver-haired old woman's micro-warfare method is to save people's lives, the same skill, but used for different results, which is called how to make a move.

Doomsday Xiaoyao thought about it and decided to use her tearful husband Yang Chenfeng to hand over the cloud palm to herself.

Doomsday is free without leaving a back hand, going all out, leaning against the wall, stepping on the wall with one foot and exerting force together, the body rotates 180 degrees, and both hands send out together.

Doomsday can also be felt by himself, the palm of his hand broke through the wind, tearing the air, and two spiral sharp vortices suddenly appeared around his body, using his hands as the palms of each palm, and stimulated towards the clear body of the silver-haired old woman.

Pai Yun palm, a palm shot out like a monstrous wave, and the white clouds far away in the sky were also pushed away by the palm wind.

What's more, in the center of the palm wind emitted by Doomsday Escape with all its might, the air pressure suddenly exploded, and the air actually became visible to the naked eye under the absolute high pressure.

"Oh, ah! The gale caused by it may be blown into scum here" Doomsday suddenly remembered that the ramps here were dense, and a huge tornado suddenly appeared, and these hundreds of ramps were afraid that they would be razed to the ground by themselves.

The speed of the wind definitely exceeded the speed of sound, because between the thoughts of the Doomsday Calcium Stone, two spiral sharp vortices visible to the naked eye had already reached the silver-haired old woman.

The silver-haired old woman was still smiling, not only did not hide or retreat, but took a step forward, her left hand was round and down, and her right hand was round and round, collecting the qi of heaven and earth and dispersing the power of the wilderness.

Doomsday Xiaoyao was surprised to see that two strange worlds seemed to suddenly appear between himself and the silver-haired old woman in just five meters.

The powerful pressure could not pass through the barriers of the world, and the two spiral sharp vortices that became visible to the naked eye under the pressure disappeared into thin air in the space drawn by the arms of the silver-haired old woman.

Even the violent air that had just stirred up around Doomsday and the air that had been torn apart by himself suddenly became like a vibrating sieve, but the molecules in place expanded and collided with each other, and then instantly returned to calm.

The torn air had not been torn to the extreme, and it had just been torn out a few tens of centimeters in size, and it was suddenly stitched by the heavenly hand, without any traces to be found.

As if nothing had happened, as if the old and the young could not speak, and were communicating with each other in dumb sign language.

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