บท 1178: Death

Lu Guangdi glared at these ten masked men.

Their body sizes and shapes were different, the skills they used varied, and some were even using swords and knives. However, most were still fighting barehanded, their skills were precise and strong, yet they were mostly complex and difficult to differentiate. It was very difficult to tell which sect they were from.

"Bam bam bam bam bam bam…" An endless flurry of explosions rang out as the palm energies clashed, it was like a storm had struck. The dirt on the ground was knocked up as wilted leaves started to flutter about.

"Tink tink tink tink…" Elder Xu and Elder Hu's hands struck the swords and knives, creating a clear and crisp sound, almost as if they were the clanking of metal.

The duo, just using their bare hands, had somehow managed to push their enemies back.

The ten assailants were slowly moved back towards the woods as they were being bombarded by the two old men's attacks.