Spitfire suddenly drew a line with his sword in front of him.

The floor tiles were painted by the Spitfire traces, and they were only half a foot away from the Spitfire.

Spitfire is challenging his limits, and he wants to know where Lao Zhu will show his flaws.

Or in other words, Lao Zhu took the initiative.

The two are one and the same, but they are also contradictory.

If Lao Zhu is strong enough to directly kill Spitfire in seconds, then Spitfire's plan will fail.

Only by seizing the moment when Lao Zhu made a move, he may be able to find the flaw at that moment.

Lao Zhu didn't stop when he saw Spitfire's behavior, he was curious about Spitfire's abnormal behavior.

But what surprised him even more was that Spitfire didn't retreat under such pressure.

This really made Lao Zhu feel a little novel.

Although Lao Zhu had very few chances to make a move, the people who fought against Lao Zhu basically surrendered without a fight in the end.

The most one, but when Lao Zhu was close to two feet, he abandoned his weapon and surrendered.

"It seems that the psychology is much stronger than I thought!" Lao Zhu continued to move forward, but with Lao Zhu, it was not the wind blade, but some scorching breath.

The breath was like a raging fire, and each burst burned the texture of the flying fire from the outside to the inside.

Spitfire didn't move, and the burning pain couldn't help but make Spitfire frown.

Originally, there were thin beads of sweat on Feihuo's forehead, but they were attacked by this scorching breath, and they actually evaporated.

It's not illusory, but real, using the heat gathered by true qi to force the opponent and make the opponent retreat without a fight.

The young man clenched his sword tightly and kept the posture of the horizontal sword forward, and his blade never shifted, pointing at the old man who was walking step by step.

He gritted his teeth, fighting the burning pain.

That breath was very strange and extremely scorching, but it didn't burn the skin, but through the true qi of the Flying Fire Protector's body, and then reached under the skin of the Flying Fire, in the torso.

Feihuo felt that his blood was slowly boiling, and if he didn't think about it, the meridians and blood vessels in his body would burst and die.

"How does this Xuantian Gang Qi taste?" the old man said with a smile: "You enjoy this expression very much!"

Feihuo didn't speak, he didn't have room to speak, and if he said one more word, it seemed to cause a chaotic flow of true qi in his body.

He tried to regain his luck and let the true qi flow all over his body to fight against Lao Zhu's invisible "Xuantian Gang Qi".

"Don't try, little guy, you are also lucky, it will only make the influence of Xuantian Gangqi faster!" Lao Zhu was just silent before, but after approaching, he seemed to be a little anxious, so he added up his words, wanting to make Feihuo give up.

Feihuo endured the torment while regulating his internal breath, he ignored Lao Zhu's words, he couldn't be affected in any way at this time, otherwise he would fall into Lao Zhu's arms.

He forcibly used his internal breath to protect the part of the dantian, which was the most important part, if the dantian was invaded by the gangqi, the true qi veins of the whole body would be chaotic, and in the end he would be defeated, and if he didn't do it, he would die of a qi riot.

At this time, Feihuo is no longer the same as in the past, he does not have the situation of insufficient true qi in the past, and he needs to use the method of sealing the acupoint to exert his combat effectiveness.

Although the current power cannot be compared with the combat power generated by the method of sealing the hole, it is enough to use the flying fire.

The strength of martial arts is a bigger indicator of how to use the exercises in your hands freely.

If you can use it freely, you may be able to fight against stronger opponents.

However, before finding a way to deal with Lao Zhu, we must continue to be patient.

Lao Zhu's Xuantian Gang Qi is indeed very powerful, and he can damage the opponent in the air, which is a kind of strength crushing, but it does not mean that Feihuo must disarm and surrender.

Spitfire adjusted the only remaining breath, and he made a bold attempt.

He didn't move with the sword in one hand, and the other hand quickly clicked on several key points on his body.

He not only wanted to block the flow of Gang Qi, but also to block his own pain and make Lao Zhu's plan fail.

Ordinary people will not easily move their own acupoints, which is very dangerous, because they will not feel the pain, and ignore their physical condition, and it is very likely that they will die because of an injury somewhere.

But Feihuo doesn't care at this time, in this last game, he has to implement the previous tactics, and he can't shake until Lao Zhu reveals his flaws.

Lao Zhu's footsteps paused slightly, and he exclaimed: "Little guy, you are going to block the acupoint, is this going to fight against the water?"

"Why bother, you are not as good as me, it is better to surrender early, and avoid life and death later?"

Lao Zhu was obviously also shocked, but Lao Zhu didn't want to shoot directly, he seemed to have some kind of predictive ability, once he made a move, he would be caught by the flying fire.

Both people are testing each other's psychological state, and the first person to be psychologically unbalanced will definitely fail.

"No one has ever been able to force me to this point!" Lao Zhu thought to himself, Xuantian Gang Qi is divided into four layers, "water, fire, earth and wind", and there are already two kinds of use.

"Wind and fire, they have no effect on him..."Lao Zhu put his left hand behind him, picked it up, and raised it in front of him.

"Little guy, can you still afford this move?" After the scorching breath, it turned out to be an extremely cold breath, which was like a mist that emitted and scattered from Lao Zhu's palm, and then enveloped the flying fire.

Even if Spitfire blocks the pain, it can't block the cold feeling, and that feeling is actually from the inside out, as if it is stirring out of Spitfire's body.

He felt his body temperature drop dramatically, thin ice flowers condensing between his brows at a visible rate.

"This is the cold air of the extreme north, deep as the marrow, can freeze the blood, if you don't move, you can only die in the same place!" Lao Zhu said in a deep voice: "Give up, otherwise you will die!"

Spitfire felt as if his mind was about to freeze, and his hand was no longer felt, but he still maintained the posture of the horizontal sword forward.

He couldn't even open his mouth to speak, because the ice slag had covered his face, and it didn't take long for the ice to freeze him all over.

Spitfire still doesn't move.

Lao Zhu has already walked two feet away, and he only needs one step, which is the limit of the person who was once defeated by Lao Zhu.

"Poor man!" Lao Zhu said, and then took a step forward.

Feihuo felt that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and he couldn't even see Lao Zhu's figure clearly.

He knew that his limit was probably coming soon, and before that, if he lost consciousness, it would mean death.

The young assassin was like an ice sculpture, covered in a thick layer of ice, and the ice sculpture was so natural and ingenious.

"That's it, your life, although it's late, is over here today!"