"Boom!"

The night was dark, and one moment there was starlight, but now it was gray, and the wind thundered, most likely a shower.

Sure enough, the thunder did not sound a few times, and the raindrops had been seen falling outside the temple, falling in the mountains and forests, stirring up a sudden and dense sound of rain falling, dripping.

The cold wind blows in, and the night rain flutters the lights.

Next to the firelight, two figures were standing facing each other, and the outgoing qi machine couldn't help but shake left and right from the startled flames.

The dusty old mud statue seems to be covered with a layer of flickering light and shadow in the sneering firelight, and with the jumping of the flame seedlings, the mottled and dark face of the mud statue seems to be followed by more layers of brilliance, but it is a statue of a judge holding a pen and holding a book, with angry eyes and round eyes, and a fierce and vicious judge.

In the bright and dim firelight, in those muddy eyes, the two points of vermilion that had not been taken off were also flickering, as if they were silently watching the vicious battle that was about to start in front of them.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, there was a shout.

Lao Dao took the lead, he didn't move under his feet, but there was a wave of dust in his hand, and the soft silk wire was instantly twisted into a strand like a twist, and he rolled it up against Su Hongxin.

But seeing that the dust seemed to be floating lightly, but as soon as it touched the fire, in an instant, sparks splashed all over the sky, and the flames were burning one by one, and the charred carbon wood all flew away, and the whole fire exploded in an instant.

This scene only darkened Su Hongxin's eyes, and while he retreated, he didn't care about the sting pain of the sparks splashing on his body, but raised his foot and threw the two unconscious women on the ground out with soft strength and fell to the corner of the old temple.

But as soon as he finished doing it, as soon as his feet fell, he saw a gray shadow in front of him, and before he arrived, Su Hongxin's back neck was already hairy, and his face seemed to be bloodless in an instant, white and terrifying.

He moved his waist, his spine arched, and he leaned backwards as he didn't care, and he fell to the left and rolled on the ground full of sparks.

Goodbye to the gray shadow, but it is the soft silk on the dust, like thousands of cow hair needles, puff puff all hit the wooden pillar on the side, like a needle and thread, it is nailed to it, and it seems to grow on it.

Lao Dao shook his hand, and those soft silks that seemed to be as hard as needles softened again.

"Hey!"

Listen to a low cry again.

The old road is pressing step by step, his right leg is swept close to the ground, the dust is flying, sparks are rising, and a smell of earth spreads in the air. And the hand-whisking skill actually made the mind intoxicated, rigid and soft at will, with a wave and a sweep, the thousands of soft silk wires are simply endlessly changing, as sharp as a sword, and the wounds caused are all narrow and thin, as if they have been cut by a blade as thin as a hair.

Seeing the other party's kick with a leg sweep, Su Hongxin hurriedly went backwards again.

In just a few moves, he suffered a lot of losses before he could counterattack and parry, his body was red, there were a few more wounds, and the blood flowed down the handle of the knife and along the blade.

Su Hongxin looked at the dust, his eyes were calm, this kind of weapon, he had seen it for the first time, it was just like the three-foot finger soft, tenacious and unparalleled, it was simply unpredictable, and it was impossible to prevent it.

It seems that he has underestimated the people of this world, first there is his old father-in-law in front, and now there is this old way, how many unknown masters in this world have not been revealed.

"Hehe, although your "Soul Breaking Knife" can break the world's spells, it's a pity that you're unlucky, but you just met me, and my iron whisk specializes in all kinds of blades in the world!"

Lao Dao raised his hand, looked at Su Hongxin squinting and laughing, like an old fox, shaking the dust, and only swept over the wooden pillar beside him, which was already a number of fine openings.

Su Hongxin pursed his lips, his eyes were gloomy, revealing a fierce light, and he raised his hand to wipe his cheek, but he was swept by a soft silk before, and there was a hair-like bloody mouth on the right side of his cheek.

He didn't rush to fight back, this old ghost has lived for such an age, and there are still things hidden under his hands, plus that strong bloody aura, it is by no means ordinary, and there is something that has not been stretched out in the future, leaving a back hand.

In the face of an opponent who has lived for nearly 100 years, as the saying goes, people become old and fine, but it is not empty words, how dare he be careless, he still has to be cautious.

What's more, what Su Hongxin is really afraid of is not any fist and foot kung fu, but those unusual methods that are beyond the understanding of the world, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something, Su Hongxin suddenly sneered.

"Old ghost, have you forgotten where this is?"

He spoke, pacing on his feet.

It was also this sentence, the old smile suddenly froze, and when he saw Su Hongxin's actions again, his face was already gloomy in the blink of an eye, and he changed when he said it.

Su Hongxin continued: "When the Chen family comes over, I want to see if you are an old thing that can rival the joint efforts of several Tai Chi Grandmasters, not to mention, you still use such a method of creating animals that has lost all conscience, how do you think the government will clean you up, is it a punishment of beheading?"

The more he spoke, the more gloomy the old Dao's face became, and finally it seemed to be able to drip water, just waiting for Su Hongxin's words to "chop and kill" After he finished speaking, Lao Dao's eyes changed rapidly and obscurely, but he didn't want to think about it, and rushed towards the gate of the old temple.

"Little bastard, I'll clean you up another day!"

I want to run.

This is a bit of a surprise, Su Hongxin originally wanted to trick him to see if he could distract him and force the other party to do the other thing, but the result was very unexpected.

This old man is so afraid of death?

That's easy to do.

But said that the old Tao was about to run out of the temple, and he didn't want to see a flower in front of him, and the way to go had been blocked by people, Su Hongxin sneered, his eyes were bright, and he had already slashed through the horizontal knife, and the knife light was cut off, turning into dozens of horses, and the sudden shot made the old Tao also hurry for a while, and forced him back.

He smiled and said, "Old ghost, you want to run before you finish fighting?" Your kung fu is really practiced on a dog, and you are so afraid of death!"

Then I heard the Taoist snort disapprovingly: "Afraid of death? Who of all beings in this world is not afraid of death and greedy for life? Everything you do is not for life!"

As he spoke, his feet were changing again and again, which showed that he was really greedy for life and afraid of death, and he just wanted to get out as soon as possible, for fear that the master of Chen Jiagou would come.

But Lao Dao changed a few times in a row, but Su Hongxin was able to keep up, and he didn't fight with him, just fighting, looking like he was delaying time and waiting for reinforcements, which consumed his patience little by little.

After several entanglements, seeing that he could never get rid of Su Hongxin, Lao Dao was anxious, just as if he was about to be forced to a dead end, and finally he had a murderous heart again, and said in a hideous cold voice: "Little bastard, dare to play yin with this seat, since you are looking for death, then fulfill you!"

The next roar pounced, but this time, it was Su Hongxin who was retreating, and he didn't confront him head-on.

Seeing that Su Hongxin didn't fight with him, he wanted to get out as soon as he withdrew his strength, but when he regained his strength, Su Hongxin, who had been retreating, suddenly attacked again, and continued to fight, his old face turned red, and he almost vomited blood, and his eyes were red, staring at Su Hongxin.

His steps flickered, his right hand rolled up, and only wrapped the soft silk around his arm, and his palms were together.

At the same time, Su Hongxin only felt a great crisis in his heart, his face froze, it seemed that this old thing was finally provoked by him, and he was going to make a killer move.

Su Hongxin tightened the Soul Breaking Knife and went straight to meet him.

But I saw that the person's face turned purple at once, his clasped hands were divided, his right palm was spread, and he pushed it out of the air towards Su Hongxin, and the temple heard a "crackling" thunder, a thunderbolt appeared, and between light and darkness, a figure was already rolling out with a knife.

Lao Dao struck a blow, looking at Su Hongxin, who flew out of the temple and was lying on the ground, he couldn't stop laughing, and in the palm of his right hand, there seemed to be thunder and light that had not dispersed.

With just this move, his whole person seemed to have lost his spirit, a delicate and white face, half of which was gray in a blink of an eye, and some patches appeared visible to the naked eye, only as if he was a lot older.

Looking at his own changes, Lao Dao scolded: "Little mongrel, dying under this palm thunder is cheap for you!"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to run, for fear of change.

But just after walking two steps, the Taoist's breath was inexplicably tight, he turned his head to look, but saw Su Qing lying on the ground not far away suddenly moved, and then the whole body rose straight up, the body was tense and straight, but his feet were still touching the ground, hanging in the air obliquely, wanting to fall down, and his body exuded wisps of black gas.

Lao Dao's face was wonderful.

"God, please?"