Chapter 305 Cruel Fight

"Who the hell are you and why do you look exactly like this guy?" The white-haired old man asked me.

I looked at him contempt and said coldly, "It's none of your business. You just need to know that I'm the one who must take your life."

"Oh? Hahaha..." The white-haired old man laughed wildly and said, "If I let you have one hand, you may not be able to beat me."

I didn't answer again, just looked at each other coldly.

The white-haired old man put away his smile and fell silent.

After a while, he said, "Well, since you are a descendant, let you take action first."

My hatred for this guy has not been a day or two, especially what he did to Liang Qian, which is simply unbearable.

But although I am now angry, I still turn my head to look at Nobita and Nie Chuan on one side.

gritting my teeth, I said to the white-haired old man, "Let's change places so as not to hurt irrelevant people."

The white-haired old man seemed to be very happy, nodded and turned around and walked away from the sea of fire.

I looked at the two again and whispered, "It's okay, don't worry."

Desp, my eyes are still full of worries.

I didn't say anything more and walked to the white-haired old man with his head held high.

"Is it okay here?" The white-haired old man smiled with an annoying smile on his lips.

I looked back and nodded about 50 or 60 meters away from Nie Chuan and the others, but I didn't know what to say.

But in fact, there is no need to say anything, because the other party's face is the biggest mockery.

So I didn't have any reservation. I clenched my fist and smashed it at the other party's door.

I thought that the white-haired old man only knew that I could make arrows turn corners, and maybe he didn't know that I could use this force to push myself, so I didn't use punch directly, but an ordinary attack.

The result was as I expected. When my fist hit his face, he gently raised his left hand and caught my fist.

His strength is still surprisingly strong. My hand makes a click sound in his palm, and it is almost pinched and deformed.

I endured the intense pain, stimulated the mind in my body, and pushed myself forward in an instant.

Although the white-haired old man is powerful, through many uses, I am confident that this explosive driving force is definitely stronger than his power.

Sure enough, under the fierce force that I suddenly pushed forward, the white-haired old man couldn't hold on for a moment and was pushed back a few times by me.

I saw a trace of doubt on his face. As I retreated, I asked me, "Where did you learn this trick!"

The white-haired old man grabbed my hand. He quickly offset my impulse with his brute force. His legs stood in front and behind, then stared at me and asked, "Have you found that book?" Give it to me! I can let you go!"

I feel that my fists begin to hurt violently again. In fact, at this time, I am in a weak period when I can't use my ability, and it is easy to be killed by the other party.

This is my fault in judgment. I thought I could at least rush the other party out, but I didn't expect him to be stronger than I thought.

If he doesn't persuade me to hand over the ancient book now, but twists my arm hard, he can easily twist my hand into a crushing fracture.

I didn't answer him, but regained my mind a few seconds after he asked me, and then I used the impulse to bounce back.

I successfully pulled my fist out of his hand and fell four or five meters away, gasping for breath.

The white-haired old man smiled gloomily and said, "You can't be my opponent. Even if you get that book, you can't make it in such a short time. If you don't hand it over, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, he clenched his five fingers into claws and grabbed my heart.

This move is fast and fierce. If it changes to normal, I can't avoid it at all.

Now I have another mind to protect the body, so I repeated my skills and used my mind on his supporting legs.

The white-haired old man suddenly seemed to step on the clip on the ground and paused, but he roared fiercely, jumped up directly from the ground and punched me.

I was speechless about his fierceness. Looking at the big fist of the casserole hitting me, as if to smash my brain out, I hurriedly rolled on the ground.

As soon as I got out, I heard a bang on the ground and was smashed by the white-haired old man.

I know that he moved very fast, and I suffered from him last time.

When I roll to the ground, he will definitely lift his foot and kick me in the stomach immediately.

Sure enough, when I rolled around on the ground, I saw a foot kicking towards me.

At this time, the mind has recovered, and I hurriedly used the mind to offset the power kicked by that leg.

The two offset each other and still failed to stop the white-haired old man.

I was kicked in the abdomen fiercely, and I felt a burst of blood churning in an instant.

It can be said that if my mind hadn't offset part of it, I might have been hospitalized for half a year, or I would have died directly. Who are you and why do you look exactly like this guy? The white-haired old man asked me.