The master and servant of the Ling family searched along the blood on the ground, and finally saw the fire at an intersection. After turning around, they saw Thirteen lying in front of a corpse.

Thirteen clenched his hands on the ground and thrust hard, then raised his head, stretched his neck and wailed silently, blue veins appeared on his forehead, tears, snot, and saliva ran out in a series, and mixed together.

The pain in his heart was like a knife stirring, which made his eyes burst into tears. He wanted to shout, but he didn't dare to roar loudly. He could only press it into his throat, so he couldn't breathe.

"Boy died!"

Lao Lei didn't care what was going on with him, his wrinkled face collapsed tightly. When a few words were spit out of his mouth, it was fast, accurate, and fierce, just like he stabbed Thirteen's sword.

In the flash of lightning, a sword of thunder has arrived.

Ding ~

A black shadow flashed, and a tremor echoed in the passage. Thirteen held the smoke pole in his hand and steadily caught Lao Lei's sword.

Lao Lei took his sword and changed his moves again. In the blink of an eye, he stabbed several swords again. The remains of the sword shadows intertwined, and he couldn't tell which one was a real move or that one was a virtual move.

The sword and the smoke rod collided with each other, and the rapid sound of the combo was connected with the echo, and the internal force was also stirred everywhere, shaking the gravel on the walls.

The two of them seemed to be equal in the first time, but in fact, Lao Lei attacked with all his strength. Thirteen was half a move and could only fight and retreat, and first recovered the strongest attack of the opponent.

Thirteen retreated urgently, and Lao Lei chased him tightly.

After about ten steps, Lao Lei saw that the distance was close, and his toes exerted force, and his whole person turned into a sword light, attacking forward with a majestic aura. Facing the sharp attack, Thirteen did not retreat and turned closer. He bent over and raised a cigarette pole to knock on the sword spine.

After taking the strength of the sword, Lao Lei could hardly hold the sword, so he could only move the sword sideways with the strength. He wanted to remove the force of the formation, but unexpectedly, the cigarette rod in Thirteen's hand slammed and hit the other side of the sword.

Lao Lei's sword move went forward, but was blocked by Thirteen and moved left and right. The power hidden on the sword had nowhere to be spit out, but instead retreated, shaking his tiger's mouth to crack, and a trace of blood penetrated into the rope at the hilt of the sword.

However, Lao Lei did not choose to retreat because of this. At this time, retreating was a chance for the phone. When he retracted the sword in his right hand, his left hand also gathered his palms out.

Weapons are extensions of the body. If you want to even have weapons, you have to practice boxing and feet first. Lao Lei's palm technique is also as sharp as his sword technique!

This palm is like a dragon entering a thunder cloud and turning into a dragon. The internal strength contained in the palm cannot be underestimated.

Thirteen did not hesitate. He also made a move with his left hand, but did not intend to use his palms to face his palms, but gathered together into claws, like wind and shadows, and instantly climbed up Lao Lei's arm and attacked the key points everywhere.

Normally, only the big joints are used to grab, while Thirteen's hand grab not only looks for the big joints, but also does not miss the small joints between the fingers. During this period, the fingering method is mixed to attack the key points, and any blow is enough to make the left hand lose its strength.

The two of them exchanged hands into shadows, fighting quickly while fighting continuously.

As if he was old and could not hold on to such rapid movements, Lao Lei's movements gradually slowed down, and for a moment the flaws opened up. Thirteen finally found an opportunity, how could he let it go easily? He found an empty key point to capture Lao Lei's wrist.

At this moment, Lao Lei's arm burst into pieces, and the pure internal force he had practiced for many years came out. His thirteen and five fingers numbed out. He lost his strength in an instant, and he quickly escaped and retreated.

"Hundred Flower Hands, Jade Smoke Rod. It's you!"

Lao Lei stood still, his anger that could not be covered in his turbid eyes, as if a poisonous snake was about to gush out, biting Thirteen.

"Mu! Rong! Kun!"

Thirteen shook his sore arms, narrowed his eyes into a line, and his eyes wandered in the crack: "Hiss Lei, I never thought that a noble senior like you, would remember me, an unknown young man. Tsk, honor is so great, haha!!"

"You know what you have done without me saying anything!"

"What's the matter?" Thirteen knocked on his head, as if thinking hard, "Oh! Your son, I'm so kind to him, but I'm just useless to waste my hands. Although I may not be able to hold heavy things, it's still not a problem to hold a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Even if he can't pick them up, you have servants at home who can serve Master Lei, right?"

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Thirteen's sarcasm made Lao Lei even more angry. He raised his sword: "You despicable villain, you have a secret poison when you ask someone to discuss it! Otherwise, you can touch a hair from the Lei family with your ability."

"Hiss Lei, I am a person from Daxue Peak, a villain!" Thirteen looked incredible, "When have you ever seen a villain telling his credit?"

"And, your son was ruined by me by my ability. I can only say that your Lei family's kung fu is too good. After decades of practice, I still can't beat me even if I've been practicing in the coffin."

This sentence comments on the fight between the two just now.

When Lao Lei became famous in the world, Thirteen probably wasn't born yet.

In terms of strength alone, although Lao Lei is not young now, whether it is the use of moves or internal energy cultivation, Lao Lei should be far better than Thirteen.

Unfortunately, Lao Lei did not catch up with the good times.

The basic mental method can greatly enhance the base of internal strength, but he was already quite old at that time. His internal organs and meridians and bones gradually lost their vitality. In addition, there were hidden diseases, so the Dantian could not digest the sudden large amount of internal strength, and the meridians could not hold on to the internal strength surging like rivers.

Ten years ago, Lao Lei was already in his seventies, and no matter how much internal strength he had, it would be useless.

Therefore, when a master reaches a certain age, he no longer seeks to increase his internal strength, but chooses to condense his internal strength and let one point of force produce a tenth effect.

In his eyes, Thirteen, when he was in his prime, must have learned the basic mental method. His internal strength was definitely not inferior to himself, and he was even far superior to himself. Under such absolute level suppression, it was no longer a move that could reverse the outcome.

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Lao Lei even said three good words, and his anger was all put away: "Then let you see the skills of our Lei family and see if you are so sensible."

In an instant, Lao Lei's aura increased to the extreme, and the two internal forces used to suppress the hidden wounds were all called. At this time, he was not like an old man, but became the "thunderous" hero Lei who had swept the unfairly!

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Shisan's mouth, but suddenly his face changed. He covered his mouth with his hands and coughed repeatedly, and blood overflowing from his fingers fell to the ground.

Even if Lao Lei misunderstood Thirteen's strength, he started vomiting blood before he took action. He would not think that his strength was so terrifying.

"If you want me to see your Lei family, come quickly, otherwise I won't see you later."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!