Zhou Dao looked at the two people in front of him with serious expressions. The opponent was not weak, and it seemed that they were going to have another battle.
The white old man and the black man also looked at Zhou Dao solemnly, and did not show contempt for the other party because of his youth. This was also the reason why Zhou Dao was afraid.
One of these two people is in the middle stage of innateness, and the other is in the late stage. The middle-aged man looks mighty and is actually easy to deal with. Only this white-haired old man gives Zhou Dao an incomprehensible feeling. It seems that his realm is not enough. There is no need to worry if he doesn't care about himself.
, after all, even masters at the master level may not be their opponents now.
Thinking of this, Zhou Dao stepped forward and shouted: "Those who know the truth, please get out of my way."
"You're looking for death." The middle-aged man slammed the copper stick in his hand to the ground. The rocks on the ground shattered and there was a loud noise.
The white-haired old man was very calm: "I wonder which sect the young hero belongs to, and why he comes to my hell gate to kill people everywhere."
Zhou Dao was pressed for time and had no intention of talking nonsense to them. He drew out the Black Iron Sword from behind and pointed forward: "Stop talking nonsense. If you don't get out of the way, I'll be polite."
After saying that, he struck with a sword. The sword energy was pointed directly at the old man.
"Bold young man, let me teach you a lesson." The middle-aged man blocked Zhou Dao's sword with a horizontal movement of his copper stick.
"Okay." Zhou Dao slashed at it with his sword without changing his moves.
"Ding." The black iron sword struck directly on the copper rod, leaving a deep mark on it. The middle-aged man was shocked and stepped back.
"Huh." Zhou Dao was also surprised. He originally wanted to cut off the opponent's copper stick with a sword, but he didn't expect that it would only leave a trace. It seems that this is not as simple as the copper stick it seems on the surface.
Seeing Zhou Dao knocking back the middle-aged man with a sword, the white-haired old man's expression suddenly became serious. He was about to take action as soon as he moved.
"Don't do anything. I'll handle it myself. Just keep an eye on me. I guess there are others." The middle-aged man swung the copper stick in his hand and hit Zhou Dao in a circle.
When Zhou Dao saw that the old man next to him didn't take action, he immediately laughed in his heart: "If it doesn't happen, I will take care of them one by one."
Watching the middle-aged man hit him with a stick, Zhou Dao didn't even try to dodge. When the copper stick fell on him, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it.
The middle-aged man was stunned when he saw it and sneered in his heart: "Let's see if I don't break your hand." He knew the power of his stick.
Zhou Dao stretched out his hand to grab the copper stick and then used the yin palm of his yin-yang palm. A soft force slowly deflected the incoming force.
"What." Seeing Zhou Dao grabbing the middle-aged man with force, he shouted.
Zhou Dao didn't give him a chance to be stunned. He grabbed the copper stick and twisted it hard. The middle-aged man opposite him suddenly felt like he couldn't grasp it.
"How is it possible?" The middle-aged man tried his best to grab it with all his strength. He was horrified: "How can this young man be so strong? You know I am the strongest at the gate of hell."
Zhou Dao saw that twisting and twisting had no effect, and he couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand. At the same time, the black iron sword in his right hand slashed diagonally at the middle-aged man.
Under Zhou Dao's vigorous rotation, the copper stick in the middle-aged man's hand seemed to be out of hand. Just as he was about to grab it, he saw a sword light slashing towards him. He had no choice but to let go of the copper stick in his hand and jump back.
go.
In just a few moves, all his weapons were taken away by the opponent, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but look ashen.
The old man in white also walked up at this time. It seemed that the two of them planned to join forces to deal with Zhou Dao.
Zhou Dao snatched away the opponent's weapon in one move and couldn't help but feel proud. He threw the copper stick in his hand far back and laughed: "I told you to get out of the way, why are you planning to attack together now?"
Already."
The middle-aged man's face turned red and he said nothing. But the white-haired old man said in a deep voice: "I don't know where our sect has offended young hero."
"Stop talking nonsense, I am from Tianlong Sect. An elder of your sect intercepted and killed me last time. This time I am here to take revenge." Zhou Dao shouted.
"Then there's no need to go around killing people." The two people couldn't help but be surprised when they heard Zhou Dao say it was Tianlongmen.
"To tell you the truth, your hell gate will be destroyed today. Those who know how to do it should quickly surrender."
"What." At this time, the expressions of the two people really changed.
"Still don't get out of the way." Zhou Dao stepped forward and shouted.
"I'll fight for you." The middle-aged man stood in front of Zhou Dao with his bare hands, and then punched him.
"You don't know what you can do." Zhou Dao sneered and punched out.
The middle-aged man immediately took a few steps back, and Zhou Dao took the opportunity to stab the middle-aged man with the black iron sword in his hand.
At this time, the white-haired old man finally took action. He slowly struck out with his palm.
Looking at the slow palm, Zhou Dao knew that even if he killed the middle-aged man, it would be difficult for him to avoid this palm. Unable to do anything, the sword force changed and slashed towards the old man's palm. The middle-aged man took the opportunity to dodge and dodge Zhou Dao.
The killing move.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Dao and the old man had exchanged more than ten moves. The white-haired old man's palm skills were surprisingly strong, and he had a vague bearing of a master. It seemed that he was in the stage of transitioning to the realm of a master, and he actually fought Zhou Dao.
up and down.
The middle-aged man stood firm and then joined the battle group with a loud shout. The two of them attacked each other.
At this time, Zhou Dao felt that the pressure suddenly increased. However, he was not alarmed but instead became excited. He now needed to fight against the masters and make progress and breakthroughs under the pressure. The capacity of Zhenqi in his body was sufficient, and he was about to use it.
Fight to absorb and fuse.
"Well done." Zhou Dao was unafraid under the joint efforts of the two of them. With his left hand and right sword, he became more and more courageous as he fought, and he did not fall behind.
After dozens of moves, the old man was shocked: "This young man is only at the middle stage of Xiantian. How can he be so powerful? Even if we work together, we can't gain the upper hand."
Facing the old man's exquisite palm skills, Zhou Dao just dashed wildly with the black iron sword in his hand, while his left hand continued to attack the middle-aged man.
After five punches and ten palms in a row, the middle-aged man finally staggered back, his face turned red and he spit out a mouthful of blood. It seemed that he had suffered internal injuries due to the shock of Zhou Dao's palm power.
"How are you?" The white-haired old man blocked Zhou Dao with several palms.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine." Then he stood up and rushed in.
After dozens more moves, Zhou Dao gradually became impatient. The sound of fighting in the distance was getting closer and closer. You could even hear the shouts of everyone in Tianlongmen.
Zhou Dao screamed sharply, the true energy in his body surged, and the light on the black iron sword surged, immediately forcing the white-haired old man away.
"Sword light." The old man exclaimed.
Zhou Dao took the opportunity to strike at the middle-aged man with his left palm. The middle-aged man grunted and flew backwards.
Zhou Dao waved the black iron sword in a semicircle and then flew towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was originally hit by Zhou Dao and flew back. However, he could no longer dodge the sword. With a scream, Zhou Daofei screamed and flew back.