In the darkness, wind blew.

"Uhhhhhhh--"

The wind brought up accompanied by the booming steps, and the tall body rushed towards him, and the fists he swung wildly like a machine cannon. On the other side, the sword light whistled into cold lines crisscrossing in the darkness, and the faint light seemed to be split in an instant.

The fist and the sword lights intertwined, the old man in a gray cloth robe faced the surroundings like the wind and countless afterimages. The fists and palms intersected, and the sword and palms touched each other, and the air was filled with slugs and slugs.

The fists that were frantically overlapping were taken down by the old man with one hand. The lowered palm suddenly pressed suddenly, and his palm turned into a grasp and grabbed Wang Ruhu's fist, pushing and pulling, unlike human force, pulled Wang Ruhu closer. The old man stepped on his shoulder and pushed him, and there was a bang in the air.

Wang Ruhu's tall figure stumbled backwards, and the sound of rock bursting out from the dark ground beneath his feet. However, the old man opposite did not look at the former apprentice, turned his head sideways, and the black knife that pierced almost touched his cheek, lifting up a strand of white hair.

"Um?"

Bai Ning's face flashed in the darkness, frowned slightly, his wrist shook, and the blade flipped. The blade tilted up against the old man's chin. The old man raised his hand to block it. He grabbed the blade and suddenly approached, kicked it, and Bai Ning also made a kick.

When the legs are opposite, the air shakes out.

The blades were exchanged from the two of them. The old man grabbed Bai Ning with his hands and claws. Bai Ning's toes were smoothed backwards. Looking at the dry palm almost at the tip of his nose, he suddenly turned his head around the other's palm and met along his arm. He didn't know how fast he had been before, and he slashed on the old man with a palm.

Bang!

The air blew, and the hunched figure paused for a moment, and the invisible air twisted and swung open on his back, and the fabric penetrated through his body.

The old man stepped back and stepped back. Before he could come back to his senses, he quickly turned around and raised his arms. On the other side of the darkness, Wang Ruhu pushed it over like a chariot. While running wildly, he raised his scarlet right arm and clenched his fist-

The next moment.

The old man flew in the air, but Wang Ruhu, who was running wildly, stepped heavily at the feet of the rushing figure, soaring into the sky, catching up with the flying figure directly. In the air, one person flew backwards and the other chased behind, waving four fists frantically, and in the dim light around, the terrifying sound of flesh and bones colliding.

Bang bang bang bang!

With a bang, the two of them landed at almost the same time. The old man waved his hands and stopped Wang Ruhu's attack with extremely fast speed. He twisted his cloth shoes on the ground, and suddenly poked his palm and hit Wang Ruhu's chest. The latter paused, and he was forced to take a hit. He ran wildly, his chest pressed against the opponent's right arm, pushing his hunched body back and smoothly.

The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at the sword light that jumped into his head, grabbed the other hand in the air, gathering countless star dots, and looked at the apprentice of the scattered hair and the thick bearded tiger in front of him, and his palm, which was gathering light, slapped the other person with a ray of light.

“Ahhhh——”

The pain like tearing the body made Wang Ruhu almost bare his teeth and roar, and at the same time it also aroused his ferocity. His body suddenly staggered the old man's arm, walked around the back, and hugged him in the waist. The old man stepped forward and pressed Wang Ruhu's hips with his back. The latter could not force him to pick him up. He pushed his knees to the old man's back and moved his palm away when he stepped. His arms and waist suddenly exerted force, opened his mouth wide, and let out a roar, "Ah--" and pulled the person up. As Wang Ruhu exerted force on his waist, he bent backwards, and a hug hit the old man hard on the ground.

"Bai Ning, do it!"

The old man wanted to get up, but Wang Ruhu pounced on him, locked the joints of his limbs and rolled on the ground. At some point, he shouted.

Bai Ning rushed over, and the sword light followed. The old man hugged Wang Ruhu and turned over, pushing him away from the tip of the knife. Wang Ruhu hit the old man with a head hammer and rolled again and placed him on it.

In the air, the sword light pierced the air. The moment Bai Ning's body passed through the faint light around him, the tip of the knife was nailed to the old man's back, as if touching gold and stone, a hard sound came out.

"Your Majesty dare!"

The old man shouted loudly, as if he was being irritated. He dragged Wang Ruhu, who was locked on his body, got up from the ground, turned his head sideways, and twisted his arm against the thin knife.

The blade was twisted instantly, and the old man's arms were curled into twists.

"You two, that's all your skills... Haha, if my energy has not yet dried up, you won't even have a chance to meet... Ah--"

Before the old man finished speaking, his voice suddenly turned into a shrill scream. He saw the black knife rolled on his arm suddenly turned into a pitch-black snake, and his fangs actually passed through the metal-like skin and bit into the flesh and blood.

Ahhhhhh!!

The old man waved his arm and shook the black snake away, rubbed it wildly with his other hand, slapped the bitten position, and there was a corrosive "hissing" sound, and black smoke rose.

"What are you...why can you hurt me?"

"It's just poison...it's just unusual." In Bai Ning's cold voice, the twisting black snake in his hand gradually stretched straight and turned into a slender black knife again.

He turned his head to look at Wang Ruhu: "He has not much energy anymore, don't give him time. If you hold him down, I have a way."

Wang Ruhu doesn't need to guess what it is...

When he was in Los Angeles, he also knew from the Master Lu that what the helmsman of the Guan Sect in front of him was going to do. He did not hesitate and nodded lightning, and there seemed to be light blue lightning flashing around his body.

The next moment, like a thunder rolling across the earth, he collided with the old man on that side.

The tall body punched and kicked, the wind was howling, and the thunder roared. At this moment, Wang Ruhu almost crushed the old man and waved a sensational "storm"

"Drink—"

The moment he stepped forward and shook the ground, Wang Ruhu's thick right arm raised back, his fist was clenched in the air, and then... he stepped out his lunge, and his right fist was hooked with the roar of wind and thunder that also hit the old man.

The sound of muscles and bones colliding makes people feel numb.

One punch was taken, the second punch followed closely, and was taken, and the punch was swung again.

Wang Ruhu seemed to be like the flaming sun that was constantly erupting. The punches and palms hit each other and ripples in the air. The moment the sixth fist fell, the old man was caught, Wang Ruhu, who was advancing step by step, suddenly moved his body under his nose, and quickly moved his body back, and put his arms into the old man's armpits.

"Bai Ning!" Wang Ruhu shouted, and his arms were also pressed against the old man's shoulder at this moment, lifting the man from the ground.

Buzz —

The sword light stabbed and pierced the old man's shoulder with a puff. Bai Ning raised his hand and slapped the handle of the knife. The blade broke through the skin and immediately sank into a small part.

"Do you think you can kill me if you are busy?"

"Of course not."

Bai Ning looked at him, and a sneered at the corner of his mouth. The next second, he raised his hand and opened it and pressed it on the old man's forehead.
Chapter completed!