Coupled with the loud noises, it seemed like a heavy rain was coming, with the sounds of thunder and howling wind intertwined together.

Their figures switched between each other in mid-air, so fast that it was impossible to tell who was who.

They exchanged hundreds of punches at once, but there was still no winner.

More than half an hour passed, and their fighting continued, but their bodies had obviously slowed down.

"Go ahead."

The old man Qingfeng struck hard with all his strength. When his fists collided together, his figure fell directly backward, and he fell to the ground from mid-air.

There is also a distance of twenty meters, he stabilizes his body, his feet are on the ground.

The huge impact did not make him stand firm, he took back dozens of steps.

The situation of Prince Yin is almost the same as him. At the moment he landed, he also stepped back dozens of meters.

They finally stood up, the wind dance, they did not move again.

"Prince Yin, you can't win me, let's stop it."

The voice of the old man is slightly tired.

"No, for the hundreds of millions of people in our Dallang Kingdom, I must fight again with you until injury or death."

Prince Yin said very firmly, there is no room for discussing.

"Why are you suffering?"

The old man of Qingfeng smiled bitterly, and then shook his head helplessly.

He threw a nourishing Qi Dan into his mouth, and he was tired now.

Prince Yin also grabbed a pair of elixir and stuffed it into his mouth, and suddenly he was red again.

"Universal God, please give me strength!"

Prince Yin roared at the sky, and quickly rushed towards the old man.

They all know that the gap between each other can be ignored. Now, if anyone loses the momentum, anyone will defeat.

The old man of the breeze has no reservation, and he has made every effort to meet.

"Puff and Puff"

The sound of loud noise sounded, and they exchanged dozens of punch with each other.

"Puff"

With the two loud noises, they separated again.

Prince Yin's shirts, the old people of the breeze.

Their faces were pale, and the corners of their mouths even overflowed bleeding.

"Prince Yin, do you try his best."

"Yes, I have tried my best, but I still can't win you, I regret it."

Prince Yin's face is endless loneliness, and his emotions are very low now.

"For your country and the people, I have to fight hard for the life of the wolf empire."

The old man of Qingfeng said very slowly, and his eyes were perseverance.

The ten -year contract is for these five or six hours to fight.

Now that the victory is divided, Prince Yin regrets the weak disadvantage.

"I can only fight for another five years. If I can't appear here in five years, then you will be prepared for war."

Prince Yin couldn't say loneliness, some loneliness, and even inexplicable helplessness.

"I understand, I won't blame you to believe in the contract, I can understand your helplessness and hardships. After all, you have also held up the pressure of these sixty, I thank you for your hard work."

The old man of Qingfeng is sincere thanks to him.

"I'm gone, I hope we can see you again in five years. Thank you for your wine."

"Slowly walk, don't stubbornly, find a place to heal the injury first." The elderly of the Qingfeng said to him concerned.

"Well. I will pay attention, I'll go first."

Prince Yin dragged a heavy step and walked towards Yunwu Mountain. When he was not here, he was chic and elegant, and he took away disappointment and unwillingness.

The old man of Qingfeng stood still, and he watched Prince Yin away.

Until Prince Yin disappeared into his sight.

"Wow"

The old man of the breeze spit out a bite of blood, splashing blood, a few meters in front of him a piece of blood red.

He was injured, and he was not injured.

Just now he was the end of the crossbow, and there was no power to fight.

At this time, if a fifth -order master of God's Realm appears, standing opposite him, you may be able to kill the elderly.

The old man sat on the ground, pulled out the healing injury and threw it into his mouth, and then started meditation and healing.

The time of time was lost, and the pale face of the old man began to rosy.

It took a full day and night before he slowly stood up from the ground.

He took out the wine bottle and took a long drink, and then said to himself: "This old boy has made such rapid progress, I almost lost."

After saying that, he turned around and walked slowly towards the road he came from.

His injury was only temporarily suppressed, and he would definitely not recover for a while.

He now has to rush back to Flame City as soon as possible, there are still many things waiting for him to do there.
Chapter completed!