Ghost, master, sorry.

Just as Feng Yu was about to close his eyes to meet the death, the middle-aged uncle came back from the roof, moved his feet hard, and several broken bricks flew towards the two of them. The two spitted blood and smashed on the hard ground. They couldn't stand up again for a long time. The seventh-grade warrior was indeed a qualitative leap. With just one blow, the sixth-grade warrior could not resist it.

Feng Yu's eyes condensed, his heart suddenly shrank, and he shouted: "Behind him!"

The middle-aged uncle immediately knew that the bandit had also been recovered, and turned around quickly. He saw the knife that was slashing towards him. He clasped his hands together and stuck the knife in his hand and could not move. The bandit shouted loudly, "and," and the two fell to the ground with the knife. The uncle kicked the enemy in mid-air with his legs. Seeing the momentum, the bandit turned his right hand and pulled out the knife. The two swords blocked the chest and carried the leg. When he retreated, he saw that his feet had fallen to the ground. The bandit turned his back and kicked the uncle with one kick. The uncle, who had no time to react, touched his feet and made a series of "squeaks" sounds, retreating six or seven meters away before stopping. He looked at the enemy with his eyes like fire, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

The bandit laughed, "You and I are all in the seventh grade, and your strength is comparable. Your fist and foot skills should be passed down from Shaolin. It's very amazing. I didn't expect that I would be distracted in order to save this kid. It's so stupid!"

Just as he rushed forward to start the killing, the uncle suddenly had half-squatted legs, his internal strength gathered, and the surroundings were filled with wind, and he shouted "Prajna Palm". His internal force was instantly released, which was even more unstoppable and terrifying aura than just now. The bandit's sword light burst out, but it still couldn't stop it. His two swords were crossed in front of him, and his whole person was blown away by the airflow. He vomited a large mouthful of blood in the air. After falling to the ground, he shouted in surprise: "You actually learned Prajna Palm, you are from the Shaolin Damo Academy!"

Although he vomited blood, there were no serious internal injuries. When the uncle was injured, the Prajna Palm did not exert all his strength. The bandit could still stand up, with a hint of ferocity on his face. It seemed that he was planning to fight to the death.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air sounded, "Ting", a long sword attacked from outside the gate, Feng Yu thought to himself: No. Draw the Yunshui Sword and leapt deep with all their might. The two swords collided with each other, but unexpectedly, the Yunshui Sword trembled, and Feng Yu's entire arm was numb, and a mouthful of blood spit out of the corner of his mouth, and fell to the ground.

The uncle felt the murderous aura, turned around and shouted "Prajna Palm". His internal force kissed the sword, stirring up a piece of dust. The uncle spat out a mouthful of blood, took a step back with his right foot, and the sword was also knocked back to the door. A man in a rich businessman's appearance in silk and gorgeous clothes walked in, full of murderous aura.

The bandits in the yard were overjoyed, "Brother!"

The middle-aged uncle and Feng Yu felt nervous: No!
Chapter completed!