The heavy whistling sound was very powerful. Li Rui did not dare to take it head-on and dodged the sweep of the iron hammer.
However, the old man was unforgiving. The Walking stick in his hand was like sun Wukong's golden-hooped rod, shaving up and rolling down, leaving afterimages.
Fortunately, the old man's walking stick was not long. Li Rui dodged the attack with ease and waited for the opportunity to fight back.
One spurt of energy, then waning, and finally exhausted.
As expected, the old man slowed down his attack and began to pant.
It would take a lot of strength to swing such a heavy weapon!
Li Rui's eyes lit up and he rushed forward again.
He had been waiting for this opportunity!
He threw out a punch from far away, and a trace of doubt flashed in the old man's eyes.
This distance was clearly not enough!