Looking at the old man condescendingly, his mouth twitched, and finally said unwillingly: "Just now, I lost."

Daoren Lu collapsed on the ground, his right wrist, which was cut off by Qi Gen, declared that he could no longer use the Cloud Flying Hand that had been practicing for a lifetime.

Even if the medical master brought it back for him, it would not work.

There was a faint scream of his companion in his ears, and he smiled bitterly: "Where can you say that success, success, defeat, and the enemy, win or lose. And I also used the escape of my disciple to divide your heart, otherwise at your speed, I could completely avoid my palm."

Lu Changqing shook his head. In fact, since he stepped onto this floor, he knew that there were six people on the other side.

Perceived the coverage of superpowers is the trump card he dares to ask for help from the other party.

He originally planned to learn something from the old man and then capture another person who was lucky.

However, he didn't expect that Dao Ren Lu seized that slight opportunity, creating time for his companions and a chance to escape.

He had no choice but to pull out the wolf-toothed saber and cut off the other party's palm.

But even so, the opponent's palm power that penetrated his body still made him spit blood and flew backwards.

Squatting down, Lu Changqing asked sincerely:

"That palm"

"Black clouds hit the city, the last move of the cloud hand."

"Thanks!"

The white light passed, and Lu Changqing closed his eyes for the other party.

The dazzling incandescent lamps are back in this modern building-

ps: Recommend a new book "I Create Urban Legends in Tokyo", the author is full of yao.
Chapter completed!