Ye Yuxi didn't say anything. What she answered to the old man was a thunder fist with lightning.
He flapped his wings and used purple shadow flashes one after another. The Thunder Fist originally required accumulating momentum and compressing spiritual power to achieve the maximum effect. Lao Lai used his years of experience to make some improvements to Ye Yuxi's Thunder Fist and reduce its power. Ye Yuxi can now perform it instantly.
Click!
The bone rod in the hand of the old man in gray blocked Ye Yuxi's fist. The trembling bone rod and the old man's suddenly dilated pupils both showed the shock in the old man's heart.
"How is that possible! How can this woman's casual punch be so powerful!"
After testing his skills with a punch for the first time, Ye Yuxi also had a preliminary grasp of the old man's strength, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became even stronger. He used Ziying Flash one after another and displayed various fighting techniques one by one.
The eyes of the old man in gray were bloodshot, and the nearly two-meter-long bone club in his hand had been used as a shield. It wasn't that the old man didn't want to use it, but... there was really no chance. Ye Yuxi was too fast.
Ye Yuxi's attacks were not only fast, but they also had an extra white arm sprouting from his shoulders and abdomen.
With the same half-step Huang Ling, Ye Yuxi beat the old man until he was unable to fight back.
At first glance, it looked like Ye Yuxi was bullying a lonely old man.
The old man in gray clothes gritted his teeth and fought back. Just as he had this thought, Ye Yuxi slapped him in front of him again. The face of the old man who was holding wind thorns hurt, so he had to give up the attack and shrink his head to avoid Ye Yuxi's slap.
"Drink!" The old man in gray shouted angrily, and swung the bone club in his hand like crazy. The power was extraordinary in anger.
Ye Yuxi's eyes narrowed, and two purple shadows flashed back, looking at the old man more than ten meters away with excited eyes.
"Hoo! Hoo! You, you." The old man was breathing heavily, his eyes were red, and he wanted to say a few cruel words, but when the words came to his mouth, he found that everything he said was just a slap in his face.
"Ah!" "Ah!"
There were two more screams, and the poisonous clones were one against five, and with a hundred moves, they had the upper hand.
The remaining ninth-level spiritual person flew to the old man in gray with a horrified expression, "Gang leader, let's retreat."
The old man in gray became even more violent in his eyes, and he suddenly grinned ferociously: "Retreat? This bitch killed seven brothers in the gang, and just goes back like this. Where can I put my face!"
"Seven, seven?" The ninth-level spirit man was surprised in his eyes. He was still alive, how could he be killed seven times by the other party
The old man in gray told him the answer with his actions.
Uh-huh!
The spiritual power suddenly surged out of the old man in gray clothes, and he clasped the strong man's shoulder with one hand. The spiritual power sealed the strong man's cultivation, and the old man bit the strong man's neck.
"Uh... Gang, gang leader... uh..." The strong man's cultivation level was blocked and he couldn't use his strength. He could only let the blood in his body be sucked by the old man. He grabbed Ye Yuxi with his helpless hands, his eyes were wide open and full of despair.
The poisonous clone on the side noticed that the strong man was gradually losing his vitality and returned to Ye Yuxi's side.
Ye Yuxi's only destiny was to kill those strong men. At this time, the poisonous body clone completed the task and silently guarded Ye Yuxi.
The vigorous ninth-level man gradually turned into a mummy, his fingers twisting in pain as he reluctantly grabbed the back of the gray-clothed old man.
Looking at this scene, Ye Yuxi's pupils shrank one after another. This is the cruelty of parting. If necessary, he can kill his subordinates and brothers without mercy.
The old man in gray threw away the corpses of his men and looked at Ye Yuxi with a low growl: "Force me to use my secret technique. You must die today!"