In the underground cave, below is the rippling lake water, surrounded by ores, and luminous plants emitting faint blue light.

On the lake, a tunnel train was running fast on the steel rails mounted in mid-air, and a group of painted black humanoids were climbing above the roof.

At this time, a sharp turn appeared in front of him. Under normal circumstances, the train driver had to slow down at this time. However, at this moment, the driver of the underground tunnel train had been knocked down by Yu Zeyou, and he lay in the driver's seat and was unaware of the personnel.

"Oh, no!"

The painted black human figure lying on the roof of the car, seeing the sharp turn, feeling that the speed of the tunnel train had not decreased at all, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The next moment, accompanied by violent friction, sparks and harsh sounds, the first half of the underground tunnel train derailed, threw it high into the air, and then fell down. Of course, the dancing black human figure fell down with it.

At this time, the passengers in the car were in chaos. Those who had practiced martial arts tried to keep their center of gravity to protect women and children. However, even if Shi Yinghu was at the level of this kind of space was rolling and rolling, he could only insert it into the wall of the car with one knife to keep himself from stuttering and bumping everywhere.

Shi Yinghu was distracted and looked at Yu Zeyou. He saw the old Taoist in black robe holding a sword in one hand and pressing Xue Yan in the other hand. He was nailed there like a nail, even if the space was tumbling and upside down, he could still remain as motionless as a mountain.

"If he raided me at this time, how could I have room for a fight?"

Boom, accompanied by the sound of water waves, the underground tunnel train first smashed into the lake water, and then rushed to the shore. Crying and screaming came from other cars, while the passengers in the carriage where the black-robed old Taoist were trying their best to curl up in the corner, making as little loud as possible, even if they stumbled and bumped around.

As soon as the carriage was tumbling, Shi Yinghu drew his knife across his elbow, staring at Yu Zeyou, the old black-robed Taoist in front of him.

"The disciples of the great sect are worthy of being disciples of the great sect. They are not shocked when they are trapped in the dead, and they know that they will die without being humiliated. If my Feng'er had the dignity and concentration of yours, I would not have died easily in the hands of this little bitch." With a wave of his hand, he threw Xue Yan to the side, and held the handle of the sword alternately with his left and right hands.

"If it's for his own son, Yu Guanda can handle this through many normal channels, and he has to spread the scene so big?"

"Haha... the boxing score of the zombie fist is in your hands? Pingyang has been mixed all these days, but it is still not as good as I have been in business for many years, and it is complicated. If you don't make the scene bigger and start the first move, things will become more and more troublesome, whether you wait for you to return to Zhenjiang or those people behind you to catch up with you."

"To be honest, Feng'er is dead, I feel very heartbroken. But if you can exchange this for the ultimate zombie fist, it is not a loss." Old Taoist Yu is old and it is difficult to have any children. But if he can break through the legendary innate realm, his life evolves, his tendons and marrow are cleansed, and his vitality is revived, then it is no problem to have another hundred or eighty sons, but he is willing to lose the essence.

Yu Zeyou has been practicing Taoism for many years. He knows how to choose and trade, and he has a spirit of becoming an immortal in his mind, brave and diligent in his heart.

"I thought I had already boarded the train and could breathe a sigh of relief, but I didn't expect you to chase me." After a smile, Shi Yinghu slid his body with the tiger wings in his hand. With the sound of thorns, his outer robe cracked, revealing the close-fitting martial arts uniform tied to layers of scrolls below.

Shi Yinghu tied the scroll of the zombie fist to himself. He thought that as long as he returned to Zhenjiang and entered Chiyang Lake Community, he would be completely safe, but he didn't expect that Yu Zeyou would actually intercept him here.

"The boxing score is on me. If you want it, come and take it. But remember to start with a gentle hand. Although this boxing score is woven from silk, it is not particularly strong. Even if my movements are stronger, it will be torn to pieces."

"If this person is concerned about boxing, I will have one more chance of winning in this battle, but it will be a lifetime of death. Yu Zeyou's momentum and intention are flawless, and it is impeccable. How should I break the deadlock and fight back?" Just as Shi Yinghu was thinking hard, the old Taoist in the black robe on the opposite side turned his head and said with a smile:

"Bai Feihong, get out of here. No matter how hard you can hide it, you can't suppress the smell of fishy cranes on your body."

Following Yu Zeyou's words, in less than half a second, an old man squeezed out from the crowd of passengers in the train with a sheathed sword.

He took off the cover-up robe and showed a short blow to the white coat. Bai Feihong did not speak, but nailed it behind Yu Zeyou like a nail.

"Is that right? Let the master of this temple solve all these new and old grudges in one go!" When he said the last four words, Yu Zeyou's voice suddenly turned sharply, and the long sword in his hand was also out of the sheath. The long sword was unsheathed, and the sound of tiger roaring and cranes responding back and forth.

Shi Yinghu is the actual champion of the Pingyang Lion King Championship, ranking second, representing Pingyang's top martial arts newcomer level. Bai Feihong and Yu Zeyou have been fighting in Pingyang for a long time. Although they are inferior, they are also famous in the martial arts world with equal strength.

However, at this moment, Yu Zeyou did not hesitate to fight with one or two, the sword light wandered around, the sword light roared, and the three of them fought like a whirlwind in the train compartment.

However, as soon as the two sides fought, Shi Yinghu clearly felt the huge gap between himself and the long-standing masters in the world.

One is the eternal theme: the accumulation of true qi.

Although people who practice internal skills have high and low efficiency, fast and slow speed, this is ultimately a matter that requires long-term accumulation. Yu Zeyou and Bai Feihong are all in their sixties and seventies. Even though their qi refining efficiency is two or three times lower than Shi Yinghu, their cultivation time is still more than two or three times higher than Shi Yinghu.

Their current qi refining efficiency is corresponding to Shi Yinghu, and even has a much higher throughput. However, when they were at Shi Yinghu's age, due to differences in physical fitness, the gap in basic internal skills, and the gap in boy Qigong minors, Yu Zeyou and Bai Feihong were in his twenties, the accumulation efficiency of true qi was more than three or five times slower than Shi Yinghu's, and the purity of the skill was even worse than that of Shi Yinghu.

However, this share is not as good as supplemented by time, and what it brings is still far beyond the total accumulation.

The true qi accumulates deep, and the force is quicker and even more powerful. Even if the true qi is shrouded in, the weapons in your hand can shoot sword light, which will bring greater combat advantages.

In both, the two old ghosts have no less understanding of martial arts than Shi Yinghu, and they are even more skillful in the application of martial arts and moves.

"They're ultimately declining physical strength and lack of strength. This is my only chance to win." I thought to myself, Shi Yinghu's sword technique was even more fierce and violent, only attacking but not defending. He was just using the boxing scroll on his body as a horizontal exercise. Except for not being able to wrap the exposed key points, he would not return to the sword to defend at all.

Shi Yinghu swung his sword here and attacked him endlessly, but most of Yu Zeyou's mental attention was focused on Bai Feihong. Most of his Canglang fast sword moves were blocked and parried. Among the ten "Crane Sword Technique" that counterattacked Bai Feihong, only two or three of them were stabbed at Shi Yinghu. However, even so, he still cut Shi Yinghu into a mess and suppressed Bai Feihong in an all-round way.

Yu Zeyou's movements are fast, ruthless and steady. He not only shows the ruthlessness of the old masters, but also shows the strength of the young masters.

The three of them advanced and retreated and attacked and defended each other for more than fifty moves. The more they fought, the less they not only failed to gain any advantage, but they were defeated and in danger.

During this process, Yu Zeyou did not show the insufficient potential that an elderly warrior should have, which was not conducive to long-term battles. On the contrary, after repeated attacks of swords, Shi Yinghu found that the old Taoist's wrist and arm strength were better than his.

"A roar of wind!"

He shouted softly, the sword light slashed and fell down, and the hollow gate was exposed. The sword stone, Yinghu, was filled with the true energy of the internal force, and the whole body was filled with dark energy, and the tendons were rising and falling like dragons and snakes. He had already tried his best to create a chance for Bai Feihong, because the more he continued to fight like this, the more he was defeated and not defeated.

This humble voice was a secret code to Bai Feihong.

Bai Feihong did receive this secret code. He suddenly threw the sword in his hand, and then turned around and fled.

He is very skilled in light skills, just like a crane dancing. Of course, he can escape. Shi Yinghu's light skills are not very dared to use in front of these old martial arts. It is Yu Zeyou's main target, so how can he escape?

However, Yu Zeyou ignored the sword that Bai Feihong threw towards him, and made progress and stabbed him, covering Bai Feihong's back with a sword.

It was at this moment that the strong man who had just made a brave move and then stumbled everywhere suddenly rushed up and turned into a shadow to hit Yu Zeyou's back. At this moment, the man's eyes were dark red, and his fists were straight and straight: his wrists were not bent, his arms were not bent, and his arms were not moved. Yan Jia Zombie Fist!

"The elephant is better than the lion!" Although I was secretly shocked by the forbearance and change of the strong man, the enemy at this moment was Yu Zeyou.

Yu Zeyou ignored him and chased Bai Feihong. Shi Yinghu made a move and roaring in the wind. Then he gritted his teeth and walked around his body, chasing and slashing out the most powerful and powerful killer move in the Five Tigers's Sword Technique. At this moment.

"Die for me!"
Chapter completed!