The fist is afraid of the young and strong, and the stick is afraid of the old man.

This person started with a cloth stick, saw Chen Zhuo pounding his fist to kill, sneered, held the tail of the stick with one hand, jumped like a monkey, the tip of the stick pointed to the ground, shrunk at the other end and looked down, scratched his ears and cheeks, and laughed strangely in his mouth, like an ape swinging branches and climbing, and then tumbling and flashing, the cloth stick in his hand has been in the rain from top to bottom, like an axe splitting a mountain towards Chen Zhuo in the air.

It is a monkey stick.

Woo......

The shadow of the stick swept, and the rain curtain was blown out of a huge gap in an instant.

Chen Zhuo did not retreat but advanced, spitting thunder in his mouth, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, shaking his body to avoid the shadow of the stick, stretching his arms and shaking, rubbing the "Breaking Fist" with the "Whip of the Gods", twisting his arms like a whip, and swooping directly at the person holding the stick.

At first glance, the old man shook his arms and shook his wrists, and the original straight stick body was like a dragon snake twisting, and the strength was through, and with the twisting momentum transmitted to the tip of the stick, a thunderous explosion had been drawn to Chen Zhuo's face.

The wind and rain exploded, and the water droplets splashed like hard stones, stinging on Chen Zhuo's face.

His eyes narrowed, his right arm stretched out, and his fist was already striking out with the sound of wind and thunder, and he was extremely brave, and met the stick tip in the air.

The strength collides, like a cannon battle.

A fierce and uncast explosion force immediately passed through the fist, shaking Chen Zhuo's arm numb, his qi and blood floating, and he took half a step back.

Before he could react, he suddenly saw that the cloth stick was squeezed out of a waterfall under the old man's twist, and the stick body tightened like iron and clicked over.

Ordinary people practice sticks with both hands, in order to seek all kinds of changes, flexible luck, but this person only holds a stick with one hand but can control it at will between rigidity and softness, and the stick shadow spreads, Chen Zhuo only felt that there was a demon dragon in front of him making waves, stirring the world upside down, so terrifying.

This is the first time he has seen such a vulgar stick method, and his ability to go up for a hundred years is really extraordinary.

Between the retreats, the cloth stick dotted into strength, rolled out layers of stick shadows, the wind and rain seemed to be wrapped in, and the half-human-high boulder seemed to be as light as nothing, and was picked up by a stick and rolled out.

The more Chen Zhuo looked at it, the more frightened he became.

These old monsters are really their own stunts, and there is no simple one.

Although weapons are an extension of hands and feet, in the final analysis, they are not as flexible as hands and feet, and it is difficult for some people to reach the extreme with just fists and feet, let alone this weapon.

"Oh, is this the way you want to preach? The way to retreat? ”

The laughter was piercing, but Chen Zhuo was not distracted, his fists moved together, and he used his body to open the bow and arrows, and he was full of strength and strength, and he saw the overwhelming fist shadow shaking the air and cracking the silk, the raindrops bursting, the fist wind was sharp and piercing, and the complicated stick shadow collided in mid-air with a rapid explosion like thunder.

The old man saw that Chen Zhuo could parry for a short time, his eyes lit up, he closed the tip of the stick, jumped and flew away, squeezed close for a moment, clasped the stick with both hands, turned his wrist and twisted, and the cloth stick in his hand really seemed to have become the needle of the sea god.

As soon as Chen Zhuo was swept into the stick, he felt that it was difficult to distinguish from the south, south, west, and northwest, and the wind and rain in front of him were like waves, and the layers swept towards him, and between square inches, the wind and rain had been shattered into foam, and it was emptied.

This kind of crazy magic stick method......

Chen Zhuo's muscles and muscles were already squirming and tightening involuntarily, his pupils shrank and expanded, dilated and contracted, and his feet couldn't help but fly back.

Who can parry such a terrifying might?

But he gritted his teeth suddenly, but he couldn't retreat.

This person's stick method has reached the point of combining rigidity and softness, stirring only like the strength of the momentum, each roll a circle, the momentum will climb a section, the strength on the stick is also in the layers of accumulation, at the moment may still be able to parry, but the more back, the stick method is afraid of the earth-shattering, there must be no power of ten thousand jun, knock on the death, wipe on the death.

At that time, there will be no defeat.

Chen Zhuo's mouth thundered, his feet stopped, his arms sank, his muscles and bones squirmed together, his qi and blood surged, his arms were thick and swollen, hard as an iron whip, black and red like pig iron steel, his eyes were ruthless, "Fight!" ”

"It's good to come!"

The old man laughed wildly and opened his mouth, and the stick became more and more terrifying, stirring up the wind and rain, and the strength of his body seemed to be endless.

As soon as he broke into the earth-shattering stick, Chen Zhuo's arms were like steel whips according to the flying stick shadow, and at the same time the old man was also wrapped in it, his ten fingers were clenched into a fist, and his waist was stretched.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

In the pouring rain, there was a dull sound like a drum.

The sound lasted for four or five minutes, and the two of them fought and walked, and when they looked at it again, there was already blood surging under Chen Zhuo's face, the clothes on his arms were all torn, and the flesh and skin of his arms seemed to be intact, but blood and sweat were already leaking out of the loosened pores.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, I saw that the cloth stick must have been dotted on Chen Zhuo's overlapping arms.

The old man was still the same breezy and light, not looking angry, holding a stick in one hand, and the other hand was already behind him, and he didn't even take a breath of air.

Looking at Chen Zhuo again, his legs were weak, and he had staggered and almost fell to his knees, shaking, and his bare arms were bright red.

"Hehehe, the old man picked Jiangbei before he was thirty years old, and he was already a master who could go through thirty moves under me, although you did not reach Tongxuan, but only with the power of the grandmaster, he could fight with me for hundreds of moves before he was defeated, and he was a rare master in the world."

He pressed the tip of his stick, and was about to take the life of the person in front of him.

I didn't want Chen Zhuo to get up and fight back at this time, his head hung slightly, he stood up strongly, and his right hand was clasped to the tip of the stick in front of him.

"Dying throes!"

The old man's face had no compassion or pity, it was as plain as water, and there was no murderous intent, and he was about to exert his strength, but he heard the roaring thunder above his head that had never been seen before, and when he looked around, he saw that the two of them were fighting all the way, and before they knew it, they had reached a low hill.

The ink clouds above the head are unprecedentedly thick, as if the universe is hanging upside down, day and night are chaotic, the thunder in the clouds is brewing richly, the light is uncertain, rumbling over the earth, shaking people's eardrums are drumming and buzzing.

Suddenly, a dragon-like lightning bolt struck down and fell on the low hill, shattering a large stone and exploding it on the mountain.

Feeling this unpredictable power, the old man seemed to be depressed, frowned, looked back at Chen Zhuo, who was struggling to support under the stick, and said softly: "It's not too early, I'll send you on the road." ”

But he was about to exert his strength, but he heard the thunder sound in the chest and abdomen of the person in front of him.

The old man didn't delay any longer, and as soon as the long stick was retracted, it was already pointed at Chen Zhuo's chest.

It's just that I didn't think that a big hand would ignore the palm of his hand and catch him with a cloth stick.

"Huh!"

The old man was suspicious, but he listened to the thunder in Chen Zhuo's chest, and listened carefully to echo the huge thunder above his head, faintly resonating and trembling, indistinguishable from each other, and couldn't help but change his expression, and then said expressionlessly: "Boy, the way of you, it's not enough, it's dead!" ”

But he poured his strength into the stick, but it was difficult to make contributions.

"Hehehe!"

And in response to him, there was a sneer.

"This is my way, kill!"

Families, fellow villagers, big brothers, sisters and uncles, happy May Day!!

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