The withered old man was startled, but his strength and speed showed no sign of slowing down.
Obviously, he had not noticed the monster-like aura on Su Changfeng's body.
The corners of Su Changfeng's mouth raised, he raised the handle of the knife and smashed it hard.
boom!
The withered old man screamed and jumped back.
At this moment, his right hand was broken, and his left hand was almost chopped off by the hot blade.
If he hadn't been rich in combat experience, anyone else would have been instantly disabled by Su Changfeng.
"Who are you?!"
The old man roared.
His expression didn't look fake, which also highlighted his ignorance.
"You go help Feihu deal with his opponent, and leave him to me."
Su Changfeng did not answer the old man's question, but instead issued orders to Po Jun and Tanlang.
Po Jun frowned slightly.
"But aren't you about to enter a period of weakness?"
"How about I stay?"
He was using sound transmission, so he wasn't afraid of the old man noticing anything.
"Need not."
Su Changfeng replied: "As long as I grasp the time well, I can escape unscathed."
"Don't worry, the difficult opponents have been dealt with, and the only ones left are just some fringe characters."
"Once the situation goes wrong, they will naturally run away."
"Okay, then be careful."
Po Jun reminded him, turned around and took Greed Wolf to support Fei Hu.
Su Changfeng's eyes fell on the old man again.
But the latter said with a gloomy face: "Junior, answer my question!"
Su Changfeng grinned.
"Kill your people!"
"Arrogant!"
The rich magical energy in the old man's body spurted out, like a dragon wrapped around his hands.
Su Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately noticed the change in the environment.
The air is cooling down and moisture is condensing into ice.
That is a magic skill similar to time stopping.
Ghost Thorn!
The old man raised his arms, leaned forward, and clapped his palms forward.
Hundreds of fist-sized ice picks appeared on both sides of him, striking forward at a speed like a strong wind.
Su Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, took a step forward, and his momentum surged.
The green flames swept upwards, melting the ice cone like a piece of stone.
"You are Su Changfeng!"
The old man couldn't help but turn pale when he saw this, and quickly distanced himself from him.
Before the action, the participating members naturally read Su Changfeng’s relevant information.
Even if he doesn't show up, it's just a waste of time at most.
On the contrary, that information can save lives.
There were at least five masters in the royal family and generals who could use swords, so the old man didn't pay much attention at first.
But when the green flames rose, Su Changfeng's identity could no longer be hidden.
It's like his trademark, something that people can't ignore.
"Just fight, how come there are so many words?"
Su Changfeng jumped forward, and the long knife flew towards the old man like a gust of wind.
One sword style? Ghost slaying!
The old man had no fighting spirit and raised his hands to the sky.
boom!
The ice wall condensed by the old man was cut in half instantly, and the sword flew in front of him.
The old man before was still capable of fighting, but now he was thinking about how to escape, so it was naturally impossible for him to actually fight Su Changfeng.
It's just that the old man ignored one problem.
Although Su Changfeng's desire to fight has gradually died down due to the death of Meng Huali and others, his fighting ability will not be affected by this.