Chen Yang cursed secretly and stabbed the old man in yellow robe with his sword.
"Young man, you don't have martial ethics!"
Before the long black thorn on the old man's broken arm had completely grown out, Chen Yang attacked, catching him off guard.
"clang!"
Chen Yang's sword was like striking gold and stone, with fire radiating out.
"Go to hell!"
The old man in yellow robe looked old, but he was extremely fast. His severed arm was stabbed with black thorns one after another, making it difficult for Chen Yang to dodge.
After finally closing the distance, the old man laughed, and the long black thorn on the broken arm shot out again, more than a star and a half faster than the previous one!
Chen Yang ducked and dodged, already looking a little embarrassed.
"cut!"
After failing to stab Chen Yang, the old man in yellow robe looked ugly and used his strength again to make the long thorns on the broken arm grow again. The hunchback on his back had shrunk so much that it was almost invisible.
As the hunchback became smaller, the old man in yellow robe stood upright and his speed became faster.
"I've spent so much of my blood and essence, I'm going to suck all your blood!"
The old man in yellow robe became red-eyed and attacked Chen Yang continuously, but each time he missed by a small distance and was dodged by Chen Yang. Both of them showed fatigue on their faces.
Not far away, Huang San wanted to escape while the two were fighting, but found that one of his legs was stuck to the ground and he could not move away.
"What the hell!"
Huang San was sweating profusely and tried his best to pull his legs off the ground with both hands.
Little did he know that a fat, smiling ghost child was lying on his calf, holding his leg firmly in place.
Seeing the two fighting men getting closer and closer to him, Huang San was horrified and tried his best again, almost breaking his leg.
Suddenly, Huang San felt his legs loosen up and actually left the ground. He suddenly fell backwards and fell over.
"Finally... finally I can move."
Huang San was overjoyed and was about to run away, but found that his other leg was stuck to the ground again.
A long black thorn shot over and penetrated Huang San's leg, nailing him to the ground.
There was black blood gushing out from the leg that had been nailed through, but it didn't hurt and was even a little itchy.
Huang San burst into tears immediately.
The bulge on the yellow-robed old man's back had completely disappeared, and his speed had reached its peak, but he was still fighting back and forth with Chen Yang, which made him a little strange.
But before he had time to think about it, Chen Yang's sword stabbed him in the face again.
The old man in yellow robe was tired of dealing with it, so he finally found an opportunity to distance himself from Chen Yang.
"Boy, what do you want? Since none of us can defeat the other, why not just give up? You can talk about whatever you want."
The old man in yellow robe said breathlessly.
He only felt that the spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted. If he continued to fight, he would definitely lose.
"What if I say I want your life?"
Chen Yang waved the long sword in his hand, looking as if he still had something to say, and his previous fatigue was completely gone.
"Don't go too far!"
When the old man in yellow robe was confused, several people suddenly came to the entrance of the courtyard, one of them was an old Taoist in purple robe.
When he saw the visitor, the old man in yellow robe immediately said excitedly: "Boy, it's your time to die!"