But the old man in red robe was already very angry.
He screamed strangely: "What a hateful baby, I'm going to kill you..."
"Huhuhuhu..." He started to dance with the crutch again.
The raindrops in the sky were danced aside by his dragon-headed crutch, and the golden crutch was like a fire dragon dancing in the sky.
"Swish, swish, swish..." The crutches made a swishing sound as they danced, as if they were supporting the old man in red robes in a demonstration.
With the sound of whistling wind and rain, the crutch swung towards Yang Feng again and again. Yang Feng did not hesitate and dodged left and right very smartly.
To be honest, facing the old man in red robe, Yang Feng still didn't dare to slack off at all. The duel between masters was like this. Maybe just a minute or centimeter difference could determine success or failure.
The crutch struck Yang Feng many times, but never hit him. This made the red-robed old man furious, so he used more power and moved the crutch faster every time.
"Baby, today is the day you die..." The old man in red robe screamed strangely again, his face had turned ferocious, and it was obvious that he had made up his mind to kill.
At the moment when the crutches were dancing, Yang Feng felt a cool breeze in his ears, and instinctively turned his head to one side. Then he found a few silver lights flashing past. After a closer look, it turned out that it was the old man in red robe who had vacated the cane.
With the other hand, he whipped out several silver flying knives from his cuff.
What a powerful hidden weapon.
There are many people who use concealed weapons, but not many people like the old man in red robe use weapons and concealed weapons at the same time.
Fortunately, Yang Feng had a keen sense. If it had been anyone else, he would have been hit by the flying knife.
At the moment when Yang Feng was stunned, the old man in red robe raised his cuffs again, and a series of flying knives flew out. However, the crutch in his hand did not stop at all, and was still stirred by his dance.
One was a weapon, the other was a concealed weapon. Neither of them fell down. He was really going to kill Yang Feng.
Yang Feng looked at the direction in which the flying knife was coming, and it came directly towards his face and eyes. He moved his body quickly and narrowly avoided the attack of the flying knife, but then Baimi had a surprise.
Shu, just when Yang Feng dodged the attack of the red-robed old man's flying knife, the dragon-head crutch took the opportunity to hit his body. Yang Feng dodged the flying knife, and there was no extra time to avoid the crutch.
Because the old man in red robe is too fast.
But Yang Feng was Yang Feng after all. Anyone else might have died a violent death, but Yang Feng relied on his keen senses gained from so many years of experience. After dodging the flying knives, his body shifted again.
However, the old man in red robe was a master after all. Even though Yang Feng quickly shifted his position, he was still hit by the crutch.
"Pfft..." There was a muffled sound, and the crutch violently swept towards Yang Feng's thigh.
Yang Feng couldn't help but frown as a painful feeling came over him.
In the past few days, he had fought against so many leaders of the New Tiger Gang, and this was the only time he had been injured.
Fortunately, no critical injuries were caused.
"Hahahahaha..." Seeing the crutch hit Yang Feng, the old man in red robe laughed loudly.
It was a proud smile, an arrogant smile.
So many hall masters died in Yang Feng's hands, but not even a single hair of his was caught. However, the red-robed old man hit Yang Feng for the first time, although he knew that this blow was not fatal.
It cannot cause fatal harm to Yang Feng.
"Brother Feng..." Seeing that Yang Feng was hit, Jincheng shouted worriedly, and the expressions of other Jufeng Hall people also became nervous. However, although they were a little worried, Jincheng, Dashan and
Zhu Zhu and others are still convinced that Yang Feng will win.
Yang Feng is the god in their minds. God will never fail, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he will never fail, never.
Yang Feng quickly stepped aside, and his slightly frowning brows quickly relaxed.
He looked at the old man in red robe, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He smiled, he actually laughed at this time.
But what does his smile mean? No one can guess.
Only Yang Feng knew it. He uttered a few words in his heart: "Old man in red robe, you are dead..."
"How's it going? Baby, let's catch him quickly, you are no match for me..." The old man in red robe laughed triumphantly again, and his eyes when he looked at Yang Feng were full of challenge and contempt.
Yang Feng raised a hand and slowly reached into his pocket.
A nervous look flashed in the red-robed old man's eyes, and he immediately made an emergency defensive posture. He thought Yang Feng was going to pull out a hidden weapon, but he was wrong.
Everyone thought that Yang Feng was going to pull out a hidden weapon, but it turned out that there was an extra cigarette in Yang Feng's hand when he put it into his pocket.
He actually took out a cigarette.
But the cigarette was quickly wetted by the rain.
However, Yang Feng still held the wet cigarette in his mouth.
This action of his is very cool.
Everyone looked at Yang Feng with wide eyes, and even the old man in red robe had a flash of doubt in his eyes.
"Whew, wah, wah, wah..." The sound of rain was still raging, and the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping.
After Yang Feng put the cigarette in his mouth, he began to walk towards the old man in red robe step by step.
The old man in red robe is ready for defense and attack.
But the old man in red robe didn't expect that when Yang Feng walked towards him, he suddenly stopped and raised his right foot high.
The red-robed old man's eyes suddenly widened, but before he could take this action any further, Yang Feng's raised foot kicked towards him like a heavy bomb.
"Pfft..." This kick can be called a thunderbolt kick. It is so fast that others can't even see the entire lifting process.
"Boom..." Along with this thunderous kick, another thunder exploded in the sky.
The old man in red robe was shocked. He had been attacking before and Yang Feng was just defending. But now, Yang Feng took the initiative and attacked so fiercely.
The instinctive reaction of the old man in red robe was of course to avoid, but it was already too late.
Because Yang Feng's speed is too fast.
"Bang..." That kick hit the old man in red robe firmly on the chest, mouth, and center.
"Pfft..." The old man in red robe suddenly spat out a blood arrow, which was more than two meters long.
As the bloody arrow spurted out, the old man in red robe opened his eyes wide, and suddenly covered his heart with one hand, with a look of pain on his face.
Yes, at this moment, he was very happy, and the pain could not be described in words.
Everyone was shocked.
Including the old man in red robe.
But the old man in red robe is an old man in red robe after all, and he is also a master among masters, so even though he withstood this heavy blow, he immediately stabilized his mind, quickly adjusted his state, and danced towards Yang Feng with the dragon-head crutch.
Came over.
Only this time, the speed at which he moved the crutch was obviously much slower than before. This had a lot to do with the fact that he was injured.
"What a baby..." the old man in red robe roared, his face even more full of fighting spirit.
He has been wandering the underworld for decades and has met very few opponents. It should be said that there are very few people who can compete with him and are qualified to be called his opponents. But today when he met Yang Feng, he met an opponent.
That's right, with that kick just now, Yang Feng was enough to be called his opponent.
Yang Feng did not defend this time. When the old man in red robe waved his crutch to strike, he also moved quickly.
He stepped hard on the ground with one foot, and then with the power of stepping on the ground, his whole body jumped up and shot toward the old man in red robe like a sharp sword.
The old man in red robe was horrified and hurriedly took back the crutch in his hand and changed his moves.
Just when he changed his moves and attacked Yang Feng again, he found that Yang Feng was missing.
Sensing a cool breeze behind him, the old man in red robe turned around suddenly and was shocked because he saw Yang Feng had already arrived behind him.
Oh my God, he was actually behind me?
But the old man in red robe had no time to be surprised, because the moment he turned around, Yang Feng had already raised his fist, and the fist quickly transformed into a heavy punch, hitting the old man in red robe in the face with a bang.
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The old man in red robe quickly took a few steps back, and then shook his head violently. He felt a severe tightness in his chest and mouth, and felt stars shooting out of his eyes.
Yang Feng was very aware of the power of his punch.
Once upon a time, while performing a mission in the forest of a certain country, he encountered a big bear. He fought with the big bear for a moment, and then smashed the big bear to death with one punch. This shows how powerful the punch was, and it was so powerful that ordinary people could not imagine it.
But the old man in red robe has already experienced it, truly experienced it.
This heavy punch almost killed him.
"Cough cough cough cough..." The old man in red robe paused for a moment and immediately coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.
His body swayed and he almost fell to the ground, but he was finally stabilized.
The dragon-headed crutch had now become something that supported him in standing.
After standing firm, the old man in red robe showed unprecedented anger on his face, but he was more surprised.
He raised his crutch, wanting to attack Yang Feng again, but the crutch fell down immediately after it was raised, and he no longer had much strength.
But immediately, the old man in red robe discovered something that shocked him even more. Yang Feng walked towards him again.
He saw a pair of sharp eyes.
No, those are a pair of bloodthirsty eyes.
Those are a pair of eyes full of murderous intent.
He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the heavy rain wet his hair and clothes.
He was wearing a black windbreaker, and the hem of the windbreaker kept fluttering in the wind, making him look like a king.
A true king.
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