"Well? Please enlighten the seniors." Looking at Lao Lai to deny himself, there is no dissatisfaction in the night feathers, but there is inexplicable excitement.

The old Lai Yang’s branches in his hands shook in front of the night feathers, followed by the spiritual power, and the branches earned the ring between the fingers.

"Now if I want to attack you, you guess what my weapon will be." Lao Lai asked.

"Tree..."

When the words came to my lips, the night feathers suddenly stopped. The problem of Lao Lai’s question could not be so simple. A few times, Zhang Yukou, but he found that he couldn’t guess what weapon he would take next.

In desperation, the night feathers had to shake their heads.

Seeing the reply of the night feathers, Lao Lai took a few steps back and said: "Little girl, now I am simulating the attack of the blood repair, you still use the short blade."

The night feathers nodded lightly.

Lao Lai’s movements were very slow. He waved his hand and did not use his full strength. His hand was in the air, and the palm of his hand flashed, and a weapon appeared.

The night feathers slammed the arms and the movements were exactly the same. The next moment, the pupils of the night feathers suddenly enlarged.

There is no crashing sound.

Even, Lao Lai's arm did not fall, but nodded at the night feathers, and a little knife.

The night feathers widened their eyes and looked at the weapons in Lao Lai's hands with some horror.

Is this really a weapon? !

Lao Lai’s hand is not a knife, not a sword, not a weapon like a giant axe, but a machete like a eagle.

The pointed end of the whole knife was bent at an exaggerated degree, and the tip of the curved corner just stopped at the shoulder of the night feather.

And the soul-splitting blade in the hands of the night feathers, there are still more than ten centimeters away from the blade...

Looking at the weapons in the hands of Lao Lai, the night feathers appeared in front of the forehead.

Fortunately, fortunately, the blood repair Luo did not use this knife. If the blood repaired the weapon in the hands of Lao Lai, he used common sense to deal with it. Don't think about it, without blocking the other's weapons, he first gave the arm to the other party.

Lao Lai looked at the look of the night feathers, knowing that the effect he wanted had been achieved, the wrists were lifted, and the strange machete disappeared.

"You are lucky. Just this knife was taken from an opponent. If you meet him, a round is enough to seriously hurt you." Lao Lai's voice is low.

The night feathers have a lingering nod, and Bai Jinyi and Long Xiaopeng have repeatedly warned themselves that the people who face the farewells can't be too much. The night feathers think they are just tougher, now look...

After the fear of the heart slowly subsided, the night Yu Yu began to face up to this matter, looking at the old doubts.

"Predecessors, do not know what weapons the other party will come up with, how to deal with it."

Lao Lai glanced at the night feathers and whispered: "I will only show you once, this is the first time and the last time."

After that, the old Lai Chao A Xiu made a look.

Axiu still plays the role of blood repair.

The night feathers stared at the two men's movements.

Rushing forward, raising your hand, wanting to kneel.

Lao Lai stood in the same place, just in the moment of Ah Xiu’s hand, the old Lai moved, the speed was very fast, and some purple shadows like the night feathers.

Hey!

Ah Xiu’s arm had no chance to kneel and stopped in the air. On Ash’s wrist, a branch of the branch was there.

Looking at the action of Lao Lai, the night feathers are bright, and a new door suddenly opens!

Waiting for the opportunity to move, preemptive!

So simple, why didn't you think of it!

The night feathers looked at Lao Lai and Ah Xiu, and the eyes were flowing.

Lao Lai looked at the look of the night feathers, and there was a touch of appreciation in his eyes. He could realize it in an instant. This kind of understanding is really good. It is no wonder that in the teens, there are nine stages of later cultivation.