"Senior, let's stop talking about this, let's talk about something else. Ghost crying digressed.

"What are you talking about?" said the Tiger Daoist with a smile.

"Let's talk about strength, senior, how much has your strength decreased?"

The Tiger Daoist narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became sharp: "What about you?"

"It's dropped a lot. Ghost Cry smiled, and in an instant, the edge was revealed: "However, I want to try the senior's catties." ”

"I'm also trying to see how much you've grown over the years. ”

"The tea is good!" Xiao Bai'er jumped to the table and was about to make tea for the two of them.

"Wait. The Tiger Daoist covered the mouth of the teacup with his palm: "Don't be busy drinking tea first." ”

"What's wrong?" Xiao Bai'er was a little confused.

Then, when I saw the Tiger Daoist returning to the room, his face turned red suddenly: "Wait, it's broad daylight, and there are outsiders here!"

Then, I saw the Tiger Daoist coming out with an iron rod: "Xiao Bai'er, what did you say?"

Suddenly, Xiao Bai'er smoked from his head and blushed with tomatoes: "Get out, dead monkey." ”

Then, holding his head, he rushed into the back room.

"What's wrong with her?" the Tiger Daoist asked the ghost in a daze.

The ghost cried and shrugged his shoulders, stood up, raised his feet and walked outside.

Outside, a Taoist priest from the grandchildren of the Tiger Daoist was sweeping the snow all over the ground with a large broom.

Seeing the two of them coming out, they hurriedly saluted.

The Tiger Daoist bowed slightly, holding an iron rod and standing opposite to the ghost crying. Seeing this, the Taoist priest hurriedly stood in a corner of the courtyard, his eyes full of excitement.

The Tiger Daoist is the god of war in Kunlun, not only in a high position, but also extremely powerful, so naturally he talks about the respect of his disciples. This ghost cry is recognized as the strongest newcomer in the last twenty years among the three holy places, especially after killing Zhenyuan Daxian, its momentum is even more difficult to resist, catching up with Mei Shengxue at the beginning.

The battle between the two of them is naturally very exciting, and if you can observe it carefully, you must gain a lot.

The weather today is fine and the sky is clear overhead.

Ghost Cry licked his lips, he was a little unaccustomed to not wearing a hat, he narrowed his eyes, lowered his body, held the scabbard with one hand, and put the other hand on the hilt, like a big insect entrenched.

The Tiger Dao spewed white hot air from his mouth and nose, stood up straight, took a step forward, lifted the iron rod on the tip of his toes, and raised it flat with his thick arms, aiming it at the head of the ghost cry.

There is no pretense, there is no confrontation for a long time, just two big and two small four eyes together, and then they make a sudden move.

The iron rod flew like an oolong hinge.

The long knife is out of the sheath, as if the milk swallow is piercing the forest.

With a snort, a spark splashed up.

Oni Cry took a step back, and the iron rod swept in front of him with a strong wind, and the long hair that hung down from his forehead flew in a mess.

"Ha!" Tiger Dao's tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and he stepped on the floor tiles, and the iron rod fluttered like a straw, and after he lifted it above his head, it was instantly as heavy as Mount Tai, and a stick fell, like a thunderbolt.

The ghost cried back, and the iron rod slashed in front of him again, and when it was about to fall to the ground, it suddenly stopped an inch from the ground, and the iron rod, which weighed as much as a thousand pounds, was obedient in the hands of the Tiger Daoist, as if a part of his limbs was easily played by him.

Amazingly, the stick method of the Tiger Daoist has been perfected.

The head of the stick suddenly cocked, and the Tiger Daoist let go of his left hand, grabbed the tail of the stick with one hand, and stabbed forward.

The ghost cry blocked it with a knife, but as soon as it touched it, it felt like a huge force surging like a tide, and it knew that it was irresistible.

The long knife was flicked high, and Devil Cry staggered back.

"Heh!" a white air sword erupted from the devil's cry, and his chest collapsed violently, as light as a piece of paper. Floating under your feet, it is a flying fairy step!

With the change of demonic energy, the Flying Immortal Step has lost its previous swiftness, and it cannot be moved in an instant, leaving an afterimage.

However, the appearance of ripples under his feet rejuvenated Feixian Bu.

Devil Cry seemed to be stumbling, but in fact, every step was calculated by him, so that his body was just right to keep a distance from the iron rod.

Clumsy!

The ghost cried and bowed like a shrimp, and the iron rod poked into his chest, and he saw that he had sunk in.

You know, this is not an ordinary iron rod, not only weighs a thousand pounds, but also has all kinds of miraculous effects, being hit by this iron rod, it can be said that it is difficult for the gods to save.

"Ahh

Just now, she was so ashamed that she hid in the back room, and when she heard the sound of fighting outside, she couldn't help but come out to watch. But when I looked at it, I saw this scene.

Oh no, the dead monkey is in trouble!

Although Ghost Cry is a junior, it does not mean that his status is low, he is an elder of Shushan, and at first glance he is the kind that can be entrusted with important tasks.

The dead monkey killed the ghost crying, and even his identity could not escape punishment.

Just when Xiao Bai'er was thinking about how to elope with the dead monkey, something happened suddenly, and the ghost cry who was supposed to die suddenly moved.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulged, he took half a step back with the help of the iron rod, and then leaned over the knife, the knife was higher than his head and pressed against the iron rod, and then, stepping on broken steps, against the sparks, as if a tram was passing by, quickly approaching the Tiger Daoist.

The Tiger Daoist was surprised, but he didn't expect Ghost Cry to break his stab with such a dangerous move.

The chest caved an inch, exactly that inch, allowing him to land in the air, and then a lightning counterattack, quickly approaching, but putting him on the defensive.

Devil Cry rarely encounters an opponent whose weapon is longer than his own and whose skills are not weaker than his own, and he finally can't give full play to the advantage of being an inch long and an inch strong.

The ghost cried and rolled, and the long knife cut straight through the legs of the Tiger Daoist.

The Tiger Daoist took a step back, raised his left foot, avoided the knife, and then stomped down heavily, but he didn't step on the knife, and was slid by the knife like a swimming fish.

The blade struck upwards and struck straight into the thigh.

The Tiger Daoist finally drew back the iron rod and blocked the pick-up knife.

Ghost Cry's body spun around, and the knife followed the person, continuing to cut into the calf of the Tiger Daoist.

The dragon and tiger Taoist jumped up, and a stick fell from the sky, anti-guest, to smash the ghost crying brain.

The ghost cries upward, supports the ground with his hands, and shrinks his legs, and a rabbit kicks the eagle, hitting the soles of the tiger's feet.

The Tiger Daoist lost his balance in mid-air, and he was like a giant ape on weekdays, and he finally looked like a big cat at this time, and the iron rod was like the thick tail, just a flick, and he regained his balance.

The Tiger Daoist landed, the ghost cried and chased after him, holding the long knife upside down, making his weapon a little shorter, clinging to the Tiger Daoist's body like a spinning top, and a circle of bright silver sword light bloomed instantly around himself.

Who knew that the Tiger Daoist also spun around, and an iron rod seemed to be wrapped around his waist, making a whining wind, and once again knocking on the Devil Cry brain.

Fight like Kilkenny cats?

Xiao Bai'er almost screamed, and the two separated instantly, it seemed that there was room for each.

"Senior, you're slow!" Ghost Cry moved his wrist.

The most terrifying thing about the Tiger Dao people is that nature is not only strength, but also a combination of strength, speed, size, and skill.

"You're not as fast as you say!" said the Tiger Daoist laughed, turning the iron rod in his hand, pacing back and forth, keeping a distance from the ghost crying.

Xiao Bai'er covered her chest tightly, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the two bickering, shook her head and sneered: "Heh, man!"