"Old thing, do you want to die!" Lei Zhenyue showed a hideous expression, he really couldn't figure out what the meaning of the second elder's move was? If Long Haotian and the others were allowed to stay as cannon fodder, and they rushed out to recover from their injuries, then there might be a possibility of coming back for revenge. But now, it's a joke!

"Die?" the second elder sneered, "Come! Send us both to death with your hammer!"

"Fulfill you!"

Lei Zhenyue roared angrily, and the double hammer was thrown at the second elder.

"Old man!"

In the distance, the screams of two girls were heard. Xiao Lei's body had almost rushed out of the thick fog, and with the last glance of Youyao and Youyan, they only saw two giant hammers heading towards the trembling body of the second elder.

"Boom!"

Two earth-shattering loud noises, accompanied by terrifying shockwaves, blew away the poisonous mist. Xiao Lei, who had just escaped from the dense fog, felt that in the sea, he suddenly set off a wild wave, pushing his body forward for more than a thousand feet. And Long Haotian and the three sisters grabbed Xiao Lei's body to avoid falling from a thousand feet in the air.

"Whoosh!"

Before the four of them could come back to their senses, the sound of a warrior flying in the sky came from behind them.

"Old man!"

The three sisters turned their heads suddenly, and were suddenly stunned by the scene in front of them. Just look at the poisonous fog that gradually dissipated, three old men in tattered clothes flew out.

"Huh? what...... Uh......"

At first, the three sisters thought it was a hallucination in their eyes. But when I looked closely, I couldn't help but laugh.

Just look at the second elder, at this moment, it is like two old people begging along the street, except for a pair of pants left on the whole body, there is almost nothing left. Their original robes, in the shape of fragments, were streckled against their blood-stained bodies.

As for the face, it is even more miserable.

Originally, Elder Wutian had a flowing silver hair, but the Elder Couldn't have a short tuft of hair. At the same time, the two elders are as bright as snow, and they have a sense of fairy wind and bones. But at this moment, the beards of the two of them were almost clean, and their hair was as if they had bald sores, missing one here and one missing there.

And just as the three sisters were "thinking" about where the second elder's beard had gone, their eyes fell on the third "old man" again.

But if you look closely, you can see that where is the old man, it is clearly Lei Zhenyue! The reason why he was mistaken for an old man at first was because his bald head was covered with the beard of the second elder. The breeze blew, and a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind, feeling like two tentacles on the door of a large beetle's brain.

Looking at this scene of Qingqi's painting style, the three sisters finally couldn't hold back the smile in their hearts. Suddenly, Qing Yue's laughter echoed in the void.

The two elders glanced at each other, and at first felt a little embarrassed. After all, they are all old bones, and they are honest with each other in front of their two sweethearts, and they are still so embarrassed. But soon, the hearts of these two old antiques became strong again, because in their opinion, Lei Zhenyue had changed even more.

"Yo he!" Elder Wutian pointed to the white hair on Lei Zhenyue's head and said, "Big bald and long hair?"

"Nonsense, it's not your two old hairs!" said the Elder Cannot, jokingly.

Lei Zhenyue was almost going to explode at this moment.

Although his appearance is not at all handsome and chic, he is somewhat similar to the fierce god. But he has always been very confident in his appearance, and he feels that it is no worse than Fang Zhantu and Luo Jiutian. However, at this moment, he was laughed at by two old men who were like beggars, and there were three girls who were like flowers and jades pointing at him, and the anger in his heart was really imaginable.

But the problem is that he has fire at this time, and he doesn't dare to send it casually.

On the one hand, it is because the poisonous fog here has dissipated, and the cultivation of the second elder has begun to gradually recover. Of course, the recovery process is still relatively slow, and it is difficult to recover without three days and three nights. Therefore, the main reason why he is really a little jealous at the moment and does not dare to get angry at will is that his hammer is broken.

He is completely to blame for this, he is too confident. Completely forget, even Mo Wuxian would have a talisman on his body, which almost hit Long Haotian hard, how could these two old antiques who lived for one hundred and seventy or eighty years not have them on them? Could it be that they really didn't measure their strength enough to dare to use their physical bodies to force their own hammers?

So, the final result was naturally that the two elders each tried their best to defeat the talisman magic weapon on their bodies and completely smashed Lei Zhenyue's pair of meteor hammers. Of course, this price is really huge, so the three of them have become what they are now.

"I said old ghost," Elder Wutian pointed to Lei Zhenyue's clenched fists, "You said what is left when the hammer is gone?"

"Hammer handle, you are stupid!" the elder could not say.

"Well, then you said that this mallet is without a hammer, what is left?" Elder Wutian had a mocking smile on his face.

"Nonsense, this mallet has no hammer, naturally there are only sticks left!"

"Yes, there's only a stick left," Elder Wutian said before shouting at Lei Zhenyue, "I said stick, do you kid still want to do something with us two old bones?"

"Yes, do you want me to borrow a pair of fist gloves from Haotian for you?" Save yourself a moment and start moving, you say that we are bullying the small!" said the elder.

Lei Zhenyue's face turned purple, and the dignified hammer bully turned into a stick!

Although the Purple Cloud Sect's Zhenzong Peerless "Thousand Cracks of Shadows" is a fist technique, the hammer method is based on the advanced martial arts on it. But after all, there is still a big difference between the two.

At the same time, Lei Zhenyue had already become accustomed to this pair of hammers over the years, and suddenly turned into a bare-handed fist, dealing with two old men with cultivation experience above him, and his heart, which had always been fearless, suddenly panicked.

What kind of vision did the second elder have, he could see Lei Zhenyue's cowardice at a glance, and he saw Elder Wutian shouting at Long Haotian: "Haotian, do you want to live or die?"

Long Haotian said: "Lei Zhenyue, where is Elder Lingyun now!"

Although he had never met Hong Lingyun, Long Haotian really felt that he was a poor backbiter. So at least show your concern. And this time, it also caused a lot of impact on Lei Zhenyue.

What's the matter? These two old things actually have to follow Long Haotian's opinion? What is the situation? But no matter what the situation is, Lei Zhenyue can't see that he is already in an extremely dangerous situation now.

"Hmph, that old immortal has already been smashed by me, and the corpse doesn't know where it went!" At the same time, the pair of bronze bell-like eyes had begun to search for a way to escape.

"Alas!" Long Haotian sighed secretly, and then said, "Old man, do whatever you want!

"Okay! I'm waiting for your words!" the second elder heard this, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"Whoosh!" I saw that the second elder turned into two ghosts in an instant, and flew towards Lei Zhenyue.

Suddenly, I saw Hammer Ba's eyes burst out with two rays of essence, and then he reached into his arms and roared angrily: "Old thing, I will die with you!"

"Oh no!

The second elder couldn't help but shudder when he saw this scene. Just now, they relied on the talisman magic weapon to earn Lei Zhenyue's pair of meteor hammers. And with an identity like Lei Zhenyue, there will inevitably be a talisman magic weapon on his body, and the power must be terrifying!

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