Xu Yue sighed again, and her palm gently raised: "It's a pity that no one has ever escaped from my hands, and you, you still meet me."
Looking down at his palm, he said lightly: "In these hands, I have been immersed in thirty-three years. From twenty-five years ago, as long as I want to kill someone, as long as I meet me
No one can leave alive.”
Lingwu raised her eyebrows and looked at Xu Yue carefully
Xu Yue looks only twenty-four or twenty-five years old, but he has been practicing these hands for thirty-three years.
As if he felt what Ling Wu was thinking, Xu Yue raised her head, looked away from her hand, and smiled slightly at Ling Wu: "I am already forty-seven years old."
His eyes suddenly became deserted, and he looked at Lingwu with a smile: "What do you think the outcome of this battle will be?"
Facing Xu Yue's cold eyes, Ling Wu couldn't help but be shocked. If what he said was true, I'm afraid that I wouldn't know who will win this battle.
Xu Yue practiced Kung Fu different from Concubine Gong's charming skills. If his skills had not reached the limit, how could he look like when he was forty-seven years old?
Even if Ouyang Xi and Xu Yue tied, Ling Yun, who stood beside Xu Yue, was much more skilled than her.
As long as Ouyang Xi and Xu Yue are in the duel and cannot take care of her, Ling Yun kills her and then rushes over and joins forces with Xu Yue, Ouyang Xi will be dead.
Lingwu's brows were already slightly frowning
She knew that what Xu Yue said was true, not intentionally intimidating her
But because it is the fact, it is the real intimidation
Thinking about it, Lingwu's face appeared with a faint smile. She faced Xuyue's eyes and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I never considered what the result was before I started."
"I only know that after the fight, if I still stand, I will be alive." He narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "So, I will always fight."