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Long Feiyuwei was slightly shocked, "Eighty years? Could it be that old senior is close to a hundred years old? "

The old man sighed, "A hundred years of life, a hundred lifetimes! Even the senility had forgotten how old he was, he should still be around a hundred years old, right? Old friends are all dead, old enemies are all dead, this old man is still alive in this world! "Sigh!" Deep sigh, as if sighing over the vicissitudes of life, lonely desolate!

Long Feiyu chuckled, "More than a hundred? Do you really want to become a thousand-year old turtle? "

The old man laughed: "Are you trying to infuriate me? It's a pity that this old one has been sitting here for dozens of years, not caring about his life or death at all.

Long Feiyu said indifferently: "I am not trying to anger you, I am only reminding you, if all of your old friends are dead, why are you still alive? I might as well send you on your way and let you get together with them as soon as possible! " His energy had been completely absorbed, all the injuries on his body had fully recovered, the energy zhenqi was circulating smoothly, and his body seemed to have lost some of its energy to merge with his body, which made him even purer than before.

The old man looked up in surprise: "You're sending me off? Can you even move now? "

Long Feiyuwei slightly smiled, "Do you really think that your Subduing Moon Soul-Splitting Palm is really useful to me?"

Yue Yuchun's body trembled as he looked up in surprise. The old man's gaze focused and he instantly revealed a smile: "Young people are indeed courageous and experienced, and also powerful in martial arts, but to say that you can still move now, this old man will not believe it!"

Long Feiyu smiled faintly: "Why don't you try?"

The old man gently stepped forward, raised his right hand, and coldly said, "You are asking for death!"

Long Feiyu sighed: "Originally, I really couldn't bear to make a move on an old man who's over a hundred years old. Luckily, you don't even want to live anymore, fine, I'll send you off!"

There was no wind, but the pressure came from nowhere. The old man was not as bad as those words he had said; he was just as angry!

In the air, a withered hand appeared out of thin air. This hand was very thin and small, as if it was just stretched out from a grave, but just these two hands alone, stirred the surrounding air, one hand reaching out, the entire space seemed to become extremely small, and no matter which direction Long Feiyu tried to dodge to, it seemed to be within the range of the hand. Fortunately, he did not intend to dodge!

He raised his palm. Eighty percent of his strength!

Two palms intersected. Without a sound, Long Feiyu's robe fluttered without any wind, the old man's face also became red, evenly matched! The leaves on both sides fell down in succession, as if thousands of invisible hands had ripped them off at the same time!

Yue Yuchun's face was filled with shock. She was also an expert, so he naturally knew what such a skill meant. He wouldn't be surprised if Master Granduncle's hundred years of cultivation could reach such a level, because she remembered it in her memories. He was the current number one expert, but how could this young man's skill have reached such a level? Furthermore, he had been hit first. It was already extremely difficult for him to survive. He could actually receive the second palm strike from the Master Granduncle, was he a god or a ghost?

The old man was knocked back three steps and his face was filled with shock.

A faint blush appeared on Long Feiyu's face, the energy in his body was shaken until it was a mess. This aroused his competitive spirit. He shouted, "Good palm power! Take another palm from me!"

After 100% of success, he floated up and threw a palm at the old man's face. The old man raised both of his hands. He blocked, and with a muffled sound, the old man was forced back three steps. Long Feiyu's body also shook slightly. Suddenly, his sleeves broke into pieces, and floated to the ground like butterflies!

Long Feiyu was very excited, this was the first time he had met an opponent who was so evenly matched, and with a loud shout, his body moved as though he had disappeared into the ground, and the old man's body also moved, all the palm shadow in front of him transformed into thousand illusions, and the human figures scattered everywhere as if they were everywhere. This Master Granduncle had truly practiced to the extreme. He had mixed the three moves into one and even combined them with the Misty Palm Art, releasing the four moves of the twenty-nine Moon Worshipping Forms, who in the world could be his match?

Long Feiyu's movement skills did not have any special fantasy style of attack, only one word: Fast! With Yue Yuchun's eyesight, he could only see a black shadow running around the forest, one moment in front and the other behind, it moved to the left and then suddenly appeared on the right. It had no pattern, but it had tremendous power.

A mass of human figures suddenly leaped up and seemed to transform into five people in the air. They descended from different angles. It was the old man's illusion technique! Long Feiyu increased his speed, and in an instant, he disappeared from the spot he was pointing, and upon landing on the ground, the old man suddenly turned his back to the wind, the old man's reaction was extremely fast, the old man had already turned around, a palm had already reached his chest, in the midst of all his work, he unleashed two palms, but the other party's palm seemed to have disappeared suddenly, a sharp pain came from his lower abdomen, his body flew out, and actually got kicked by Long Feiyu ruthlessly. The old man's lower abdomen was instantly covered in mud, and before he could even scream a scream, his forehead was numb, and he fell!

Without being prepared for it, Long Feiyu had been struck by his palm and he spat out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, the two had exchanged almost a hundred blows, and could be considered to have returned the blow with a finger and a kick!

The old man's Immolation Moon Soul-Splitting Palm could only temporarily drain him of energy, but the finger attack could cause the old man to lose his life forever! This was the most intense battle Long Feiyu had ever fought in his life. An expert like this was something that could only be found by luck. Perhaps there was a saying that was right: one should never forget the cold. When one's martial arts had reached his level, he was lonely!

Yue Yuchun had already carried Qiong Er to the edge of the forest, but she was unable to enter because a tall figure was standing in front of her!

Yue Yuchun had already lost hope, Master Granduncle was once one of the three great experts of the Moonworshiper Church, roaming the martial arts world for more than forty years. Fifty years ago, after the Moonworshiper Church was heavily injured, he retreated from the martial arts world, and specialized in cultivation.

However, Long Feiyu didn't plan to make his move, he didn't even look at her. Instead, he was looking at Qiong Er in her embrace, who had yet to wake up, who was breathing rapidly and slowly, heavy and light at times. Long Feiyu's face was also changing unpredictably, sometimes with extreme gentleness and sometimes with sorrow. Even though Qiong Er treated him like this, he still did not hate her!

Two clan members who were originally enemies of life and death stood together, they looked like two ordinary passers-by, both of them looking at the same person. It was just that Yue Yuchun was a little worried and afraid, would he kill her? She had lived a lonely life. Originally, she thought that she was no longer afraid of death, but when death truly came before her and she was powerless to fight back, fear would still exist in her heart. Long Feiyu however had extremely complicated feelings. Qiong Er, what kind of person are you exactly? I took away your body, and you arranged a series of tricks for me. I coughed up a mouthful of blood, and you also gave me back a mouthful.

After a long while, Long Feiyu said softly, "When she wakes up, tell her to take care!"

Yue Yuchun lifted his head. There was some astonishment in his eyes, and also some sadness.

Wherever the light wind blew, Long Feiyu's body was already on horseback. With a pinch of his legs, he left in a cloud of dust.

Yue Yuchun stood there in a daze. Originally, escaping from death was enough to make her happy, but for some reason, she did not feel anything. Qiong Er moved in her embrace and slowly opened her eyes. She seemed to have thought of something and his face turned deathly pale, her eyes lifeless.

She looked at her master blankly, as if she did not know him.

Yue Yuchun's eyes were already moist, and gently called out: "Qiong Er, are you better now?"

Qiong Er slowly descended towards her horse. She did not turn her head back nor did she say a word.

Yue Yuchun became anxious: "Qiong Er, where are you going?"

Qiong Er turned around and glanced at her; with just that one glance, Yue Yuchun was unable to say another word. She already knew that the disciple would never let her go, because her use of her, along with the feelings she cared about the most, were gone. Her heart was dead, but her hatred still existed!

Qiong Er got on his horse, but she was not stable on it. With a pinch of her legs, she galloped away, heading in the opposite direction from where the man had come from!

Yue Yuchun's expression was dejected, and together with the corpse of an old man beside her, they formed a piece of completely still writing. Fallen leaves floated down, and she suddenly shouted towards the sky: "Am I wrong? Did I make a mistake in avenging the Moon Worship Tribe? Why did it end like this? Why? Who can tell me? "

No one could tell her why. Only the leaves floated down, gently falling on her shoulders. It was as if it was comforting her, but also as if it was sighing for her.

In a roadside restaurant in CHENGZHOU, a young man with a full beard was eating his meal slowly. Beside him was neither a weapon nor a big bag of luggage, only a small packet, but it was like a piece of cloth. It was obvious that it was not thick. Long Haikong had already been hiding in the mountains for a few days. During this time, he did not drink, nor did he eat, nor did he bathe, instead, he did not care about these things. He only wanted to restore his former tranquility, but this request was already an unattainable dream for him.