"There's always going to be a chance."

Old man An smiled, completely ignoring the sharp pain in his leg.

"There's no chance."

Lao Dao regretted, shook his head, and walked towards the fool.

"Hmm, how long do you think a fool can stop it?"

Su Yang stood beside the lame man, slightly puzzled, and asked.

The cripple shook his head slightly: "It's difficult, this old way is in the top three among the people I've seen." ”

"I... My limit should be five minutes. ”

"Trade his life for his serious injury."

"If you go crazy, it should be that you are seriously injured and he is dead."

As he spoke, the cripple's hand holding the cane tightened slightly: "I haven't met such a strong person for a long time, I'm looking forward to it, I want to kill him." ”

"Huh?"

"So you've always wanted to kill me, too?"

Su Yang was startled when he saw the lame's excited appearance, took two steps back, and looked at him vigilantly.

The cripple didn't hide it, and nodded very naturally: "Well, I have seen the scene of killing you a few times in my dream, and I am very happy and looking forward to it." ”

“！！！”

"I treat you as a neighbor, but you just want to kill me!"

"Pervert, you!"

Su Yang looked dissatisfied and muttered.

And the cripple just glanced at him faintly, and stopped talking.

At this time, the fool has already fought with the old way.

As if feeling the pressure, Lao Dao's hand that had always been in his sleeve was forced to pull out one, very orderly, flying up and down.

Whether it is the black street or the old way, they are very tacitly not using the power of the immortals.

It was as if for an old antique like them, this was the battle of their generation.

There is no skill in the fight of a fool.

So on the whole, the average old man punches a fool seven or eight times, and the fool can barely hit the old way with one punch.

And this punch will also be taken advantage of by the old way to unload seventy percent of the force.

But even so...

Lao Dao seems to be a little uncomfortable at the moment.

Of course, fools are naturally worse.

Although Lao Dao looks thin and weak, he has great strength.

Every punch that falls makes a very dull sound.

But the fool is like a pervert who can't be killed, his face is swollen by Lao Dao's sleeves, and his eyes are blue, but his mouth is still roaring, and he rushes up again, with a posture that as long as you can't kill me, I will kill you.

In the long run, it seems that there is no difference between the top and the bottom.

"Hmm."

"The fool has been holding out for eight minutes."

"You just said, what is your limit?"

"Tsk, it's not as good as a fool."

Su Yang is like a melon-eating crowd watching a play, and he doesn't forget to mock the contestants around him who are ready to play in a while.

The corners of the lame's mouth twitched slightly.

"This old way mainly takes the skill route, and it happens to be restrained by fools."

"The defense of fools... It's too high..."

"It's old-fashioned and doesn't use weapons."

"But if the old Taoist holds a knife in his hand, he can give a fool seconds."

The lame's tone was full of disdain.

Su Yang suddenly said: "So, you mean that you can kill a fool in seconds with a knife?" ”

The cripple was silent again.

If a fool could really be killed so easily, he wouldn't be able to dominate the streets.

This man...

I don't know exactly where I came from or what I had experienced before.

It's like it came out of nowhere.

Strong like a cow, with unlimited energy, and the wound heals faster than normal.

No matter how strong your skills are, as long as you get close to you and punch you...

The duel can be declared over.

"It's been ten minutes..."

"It's been twelve minutes..."

"Fifteen..."

"Shut up!! I know!!! ”

Su Yang is like a clock, always reminding the lame man of the time problem just right.

The cripple finally couldn't stand the mental devastation from Su Yang, turned around, looked at him, and shouted with a roar.

"Angry?"

"Angry after a few words?"

"It seems to have a tendency to domestic violence."

"The little cleaner is with you, it seems that his life is in danger and he needs to stay away."

Su Yang muttered to himself, not seeing the cripple's bulging green tendons at all.

Thankfully...

The fool finally can't bear it, no matter how strong his energy is, he will be exhausted at that moment.

In particular, he was beaten by the old Taoist priest for fifteen minutes.

The same sound of bone cracking sounded.

The fool was thrown out and fell beside Su Yang.

And the lame man, who had long been unable to bear Su Yang's broken thoughts, rushed forward without hesitation for the first time, full of killing intent and extremely fierce.

The crutches swung in mid-air, smashing the tiles to pieces every time they landed.

Lao Dao doesn't look as breezy as before.

After fighting with the fool for fifteen minutes, his physical strength was a little unable to keep up, and both hands had already been pulled out of his sleeves, and even the sleeves were torn apart by the fool.

Well...

There was also a tooth mark on his arm, and his arm was bleeding from bites.

At that time, the fool really couldn't hit himself, so he moved directly in anger.

This trick caught Lao Dao a little off guard, causing the fool to hang on his arm for a long time, just like Wang Ba, and he didn't let go.

It seems that the mentality and the well-cultivated old way are all mentally deranged by fools.

Then he faced a ruthless character with deadly moves.

The crutch is definitely not less powerful than a fool's fist, and every move is more disciplined.

If so, forget it.

But the problem is that the lame man in front of him seems to be imitating the way fools fight, looking desperately Saburo, which makes him who is already disgusted by fools can't help but move a little bit of real fire.

"Am I really an old man, can I be a bully?"

"The way of the present world..."

"Make some money, why is it so difficult!"

Lao Dao gritted his teeth and said, and then stubbornly used his chest position to resist the lame man's crutches.

This time, instead of retreating, he stopped his steps, and took advantage of this to move forward, his palms erected, his fingertips hit the cripple hard, and at the moment when the strength was not dispersed, his fingers bent, and he struck another blow, and finally clenched his fist, and the force was integrated, and he hit a third blow.

Just when the lame man thought that Lao Dao would stop his hand, Lao Dao directly turned his wrist sideways and forcibly emitted the fourth gravity.

Four times in succession, the lame man instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

And the old Taoist priest's condition didn't look much better than him.

After all, it's an injury for an injury.

However, at the moment when the two of them retreated at the same time, the old Taoist priest raised his foot and kicked the knee of the lame's good leg.

In the end, it ended with Lao Dao seriously injured, lame man seriously injured, and fractured.

"Hmm..."

"You've only lasted a minute."

Su Yang's voice sounded just right, from the ears of the lame man who had just fallen back.

The cripple froze.

Turning his head, he looked at Su Yang with an angry expression.

Can this thing be the same???

I didn't see it for a minute, and I seriously injured the old Taoist?

Isn't this a great result than a fool?

Do you only look at time?