Chapter 15: Old and Young

Sephiroth's special move 'Prison Gate' was launched, and he pounced on Tifa from the air, this time it was urgent and ruthless, plus Tifa had just finished using the extreme technique, her body collapsed for a while, and she was entangled by dark red energy and couldn't move, she had closed her eyes in despair.

"Bell!"

Surprisingly, Tifa did not die on the spot, Sephiroth's attack was deflected, and the long knife was slammed into the ground. Sephiroth certainly does not deflect with his own knife, then......

Not far away, there were two people standing, one old and one young, the old man was wearing a plain retro robe, only revealing the cloth shoes on his feet, the old man was a little hunchbacked, his white hair was coiled up, there was a hairpin on the top of his head, his beard was also very long, the wrinkles on his face made people feel his wisdom, Ye fully explained his age, and he was calmly looking at Sephiroth behind his hands.

The young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his clothes are very simple, with sleeveless upper body and shoulders, showing strong muscles, and slightly loose breeches on his lower body, and he is holding a longbow engraved with ancient patterns in his hand, and he still maintains the posture of archery. Obviously, Sephiroth's failed attack was his reason.

Sephiroth's face turned ugly, not only because his powerful attack was actually bounced off by an arrow, but because the two men came to his side, and he didn't even notice it.

"Who is it?" Sephiroth asked, pulling his long knife from the ground, standing still, facing the old man and the young man.

"Ancestor, please allow me to make a move!" the young man ignored Sephiroth's questioning, put away his longbow, and asked respectfully to the old man beside him.

The old man's eyes were half-narrowed, and he said with some difficulty in an old voice: "You are not his opponent, but Ye can learn more, go ahead." ”

"Yes!" the boy bowed again.

Whether it is Tifa or Sephiroth, it is a little strange for the old and the young, because they don't feel that there is anything unusual about this old and young, in other words, it is like an ordinary person, but it is this ordinary feeling that makes the old and young seem even more unusual.

Tifa kindly reminded: "What are you doing, he will kill you, it's dangerous here, hurry up!"

The young man was very polite, stepped forward and hugged Tifa with his fist, and replied loudly: "Thank you for your kindness, but I must fight him in the future!" The boy's face was full of confidence and he looked eager to try.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the other party, Tifa remembered that the other party had saved him just now, so he didn't say anything more, and walked to the side to observe Wu Chun's condition.

This kind of scene made the powerful Sephiroth a little alert, he no longer paid attention to Tifa, and began to face the young man, not only because his bow and arrows were extremely accurate, but because of the temperament that he was now inadvertently revealed, the temperament of a strong man.

"Interesting, it seems that this world is not full of garbage!" Sephiroth waved his long knife in his hand, and the dark shadow of the knife flashed, and the long knife pointed at the young man.

The young man's back hand stretched out into the air, there was a slight change in the air, and there was an extra spear with a simple shape in his hand in an instant, the body of the gun was engraved with the totem of Yanhuang Qinglong, circling the body of the gun until the top, and the dragon head at the tip of the gun was lifelike, and it was not ordinary at a glance.

"It's Yang Hu below, dare to ask your majesty's name!" the young man Yang Hu stood with a gun and asked loudly, his tone was not contemptuous.

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Sephiroth said impatiently, as the figure disappeared in place.

Clang!

Before the opponent moved, Yang Hu rotated the spear in his right hand, arced east, leaned back slightly, and directly blocked the opponent's long knife. But the action was like an unpredictable prophet, and it looked like Sephiroth slashing at the gun that had already been erected.

"It's so strong!" was Sephiroth's first thought.

Sephiroth missed a knife, although he was shocked in his heart, but his movements were not slow at all, and the follow-up attack raised his foot and kicked the opponent under the plate, and at the same time, the blue current in his left hand was visible to the naked eye, and he swung towards Yang Hu. Using magic high-level thunderbolt, this magic attack combined with his own offensive actually sealed Yang Hu's retreat at once.

Yang Hu just took half a step back, flashed the opponent's lower attack, only felt a burst of danger above his head, he subconsciously raised the spear with both hands, swirled and waved it above his head, and the cyan spear flashed.

Crackle!

Two thick bolts of lightning struck Yang Hu from above one after another, but they were all resisted by the spear sparks he danced!

"Left side door!" Yang Hu raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Ha, the cloud piercing gun!"

I saw Yang Hu's body fall before, no, before he fell to the ground, his legs left the ground and volleyed in an incredible posture, his body kept spinning, and he quickly rushed towards Sephiroth, and the spear brought a sharp air flow in front of him, as if all the air around him was gathered at the tip of the spear.

Sephiroth grimaced, for he felt threatened, and this was the first time he had felt this way in this world.

"Eight swords in a flash!" Sephiroth did not defend against the counterattack, and his figure disappeared quickly, leaving only a few black feathers to change and fall.

Brush Brush Boom!

Yang Hu's non-stop spinning attack was not finished, and he was forced to stop, because he also felt threatened, and quickly swung the spear around his body with both hands, and every time the black shadow scurried over him, it made a crisp sound of iron cavalry.

It's a pity that in the sixth stroke, the moment Yang Hu's body hit the ground, poof, a long scar appeared on his chest, followed by a second scar on his back, and he didn't completely take Sephiroth's skill attack after all.

But that's not all, as the name suggests, there are a total of eight knives, and the most powerful of them is the last one.

At the same time as the seventh knife slashed Yang Hu's back, Sephiroth's figure appeared in front of Yang Hu, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the knife in both hands was slightly charged, and then slashed fiercely!

Although Yang Hu tried his best to dodge, due to the two injuries on his body just now, he still slowed down half a beat, leaving a deep scar on his left shoulder all the way to his waist, and blood began to drip down.

"You are very strong!" Yang Hu was injured and did not retreat but advanced, and even had a little excitement on his face: "Eat my trick again!"

Yang Hu held the end of the handle of the gun with one hand, rotated around his body, bringing a strong wind, and then held the gun with both hands, and slashed horizontally towards Sephiroth's chest, the tip of the gun faintly seemed to have plum blossoms flashing!

The old man watching the battle in the rear was still half-squinting, and when he saw this scene, he shook his head slightly.

On the other side, Tifa, who was holding Wu Chun in his arms, also looked at the young man in surprise, she didn't expect that the young man to be so powerful, the momentum of this shot was extraordinary, Tifa felt that if he used this trick on himself, it would be difficult for him to resist!

"Where is this? am I dead?" Wu Chun opened his eyes with some difficulty, he felt a tingling pain in his mind, and his whole body was weak.

Finding himself lying in Tifa's arms, he immediately understood that Tifa had saved him, and seeing Tifa's surprised gaze, Wu Chun raised his head and looked ahead.

"Sephiroth? ”

Sephiroth's face was shocked again, and in the face of this shot, he found that he could not avoid it, and in a hurry, he raised his left hand at himself, and stabbed his opponent with a long knife in his right hand.

Unfortunately, Sephiroth unleashed a magic spell on himself with his left hand, a high-level shield, which has both physical and magical damage-free effects.

Poof!

The attacks of the two hit their opponents at the same time, the difference was that before Yang Hu's spear touched Sephiroth's body, the purple and blue light on the latter's body flashed, and he felt that the tip of the spear seemed to be subject to some resistance, and the momentum of the spear was greatly reduced, only cutting a small wound on Sephiroth's chest.

However, Sephiroth's long knife completely pierced Yang Hu's left shoulder, and this time, Yang Hu's injuries were obviously much more serious.

Yang Hu didn't say a word, his body took a step back, broke away from the opponent's long knife, the unruly expression on his face disappeared completely, and he said with some unwillingness: "I lost, I actually lost to the side door Zuodao......"

Sephiroth's eyes flashed fiercely, and he was about to follow up the pursuit and get rid of this person who could threaten him, only to see the old man watching the battle in the rear take a step forward, just one step, and came to Yang Hu's side against common sense, this action also made Sephiroth's attack forcibly stopped, and his intuition told him that this seemingly weak old man was much more threatening than the powerful Yang Hu.

The hunchbacked old man stood up straight, opened his half-squinted eyes, his height was taller than Yang Hu, and the light in his eyes still looked like a twilight old man, if it weren't for the long beard and hair of the white flowers......

The old man said slowly: "Yang Hu, there must be a reason for all things to exist, even if it is a side door, there is a reason for him to save it! Your cultivation is not enough, ten missions in a row!"

Yang Hu lowered his head and replied loudly: "Yes, Old Ancestor!"

"Stand down!" continued the Ancestor.

"Yes!" Yang Hu took two steps back, stood still and looked forward seriously, he knew that the old ancestor was going to make a move, for him, there were not many opportunities to see the old ancestor make a move.

Wu Chun looked at the old and the young, and remembered the list left by Elena, and couldn't help but have a strange thought.

"Wu Chun, are you awake? are you okay?"

"Well, who are they?" Wu Chun asked.

Tifa shook her head: "I don't know, but they saved me, and it feels strong." ”

Wu Chun smelled the faint fragrance on Tifa's body, but his eyes caught a glimpse of the snowcoat coming over on the other side, and immediately struggled to sit up.

"Chun, are you okay?" Xueyi sensed that Wu Chun's life was in danger halfway, and also ran over, and felt distressed when she saw the wound on Wu Chun's chest.

"It's okay, you didn't listen to me this time......" Wu Chun sighed.

"But......" Xueyi changed the subject a little reasonably, looked at the old and the young and asked, "Who are they?" ”

"I don't know, but I feel like they're unusual, maybe Sephiroth will be defeated. Wu Chun replayed the scene of the battle between Yang Hu and Sephiroth just now in his mind, and he suddenly shouted: "Yang family gun!"

"What?"

Wu Chun stopped talking and looked intently at the mysterious old man.

The old man didn't reply and said: "Hu'er, don't underestimate any means! There is no clear distinction between good and evil, if you treat him as upright, do you understand?"

"Yes!"

"Remember, your body determines your moves, but your mind determines your moves!"

"Remember, child!"

The old man nodded his head, the hands he was carrying were released, his right hand stretched out, and there was an extra weapon out of thin air in his hand, which was also a spear!

Compared with the Qinglong Spear used by Yang Hu before, there is a world of difference between part-time jobs, this is just an ordinary weapon that can no longer be ordinary, and there are even many cracks in the body of the gun.

The old man held the gun in one hand, although his posture was the same as Yang Hu's just now, but he did not emit a trace of momentum, if Sephiroth closed his eyes, he would not feel the old man's existence at all.

The old man finally spoke, and reported a name that made Wu Chun and Xueyi excited......