Lu Yao's expression remained unchanged, but the vajra in his hand suddenly swung down.

Compared with the sticks thrown by black people, the movement of the vajra is very small, and it can even be said to be silent.

There is no scream that breaks through the sky, and there is no arc-shaped air shield rushing at the top.

But when the vajra in Lu Yao's hand hit the stick, it simply shattered the top of the stick.

The top of the ten centimeter-diameter wooden stick cracked, then turned into fragments and sputtered out.

The vajra pestle continued to chop down, and the stick also continued to break.

After Lu Yao's move ended, the stick was completely broken and a long mark appeared on the ground.

The young man watching the battle from a distance turned a little pale because he recognized this move.

His companion for many years, the old man who died, died because of this move!

It's just that this move wasn't so terrifying at the time.

Qin Yuan grinned and said in a low voice: "The Skanda Staff really deserves its reputation!"

Only then did the young man realize what kind of attack method this was, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Lu Yao raised his head and looked at the sky indifferently. In the distance, there was a strong black man looking over indifferently.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then rushed forward together.

The black man jumped from the roof, and then flashed left and right like a leopard, making it impossible to pinpoint his position accurately.

Lu Yao's pace didn't change at all, he just rushed forward.

However, he no longer holds the vajra with both hands, but holds one end with his right hand while pointing diagonally at the ground behind him.

This action of accumulating energy is most suitable when running wildly, but Lu Yao has no intention of fighting the black man in close combat.

Her eyes closely followed the black man's movements, constantly locking his position.

When Qin Yuan saw Lu Yao's appearance, he couldn't help but feel full of contempt: "Damn it, I thought he wanted to fight in close combat.

It turned out that he wanted to attack from a distance, but this guy has missed at least two of the best attack opportunities, what is he going to do?"

"Maybe... you didn't see it?" the young man said cautiously.

Because of Qin Yuan's previous attitude, the young man more or less dared to speak.

When Qin Yuan heard what the young man said, he smiled: "Don't think that Lu Yao is really an idiot. He has read countless lost and peerless techniques. Even if his strength is not reached, his vision is definitely rare in the world!"

The young man nodded respectfully.

Lu Yao slowly approached the big black man, and the distance between the two was only three meters, which was a surprise distance.

Lu Yao finally became serious, his muscles all over his body tightened, and his whole body seemed to shrink a bit.

Qin Yuan can control the muscles of the whole body, and Xiang Luyao can also control them like this.

But precisely because of this, he was even more confused.

Because this method can only be helpful in close combat, but doesn’t Lu Yao want to attack from a distance?
Chapter completed!