However, the old man of Yinshan has only cultivated to the realm of Xiaocheng now, so at this speed, in Shu Ling's perception, every move of the old man of Yinshan is in Shu Ling's mind.

Seeing that Shu Ling was still the same as just now, the old man of Yinshan looked around vigilantly, but he released his spiritual power to protect his body, thinking that Shu Ling's words were just a boo, and secretly mocked in his heart: "It turned out that it was still a useless waste, just now it may have been your luck and didn't kill you, this time you will not be so lucky, the old man will take your life!"

This time, the old man of Yinshan did not change his shadow to Shu Ling's back, he was worried that Shu Ling might be defensive against himself and could not kill with one blow, so he chose to go to Shu Ling's front and hit him by surprise.

"Shapeshift!"

The old man of Yinshan came to Shu Ling and said coldly: "This time, you won't have the good luck of the last time!"

"Shadow Strike Dreadclaw!"

This claw actually carried a fierce oppressive wind pressure, and the wind pressure blew the bangs in front of Shu Ling's forehead, revealing a pair of calm black eyes.

In the face of the strong blow of the old man of Yinshan, Shu Ling did not have a trace of surprise and panic, but was like a fierce beast, staring at the old man of Yinshan.

In Shu Ling's gaze, the old man of Yinshan actually felt a trace of fear, and this fear came spontaneously from his heart.

"You're too slow!"

Shu Ling's voice without any emotion sounded in the ears of the old man in Yinshan.

"Coiling Dragon's Palm!"

As the cheers in Shu Ling's heart slowly fell, the surging magic power condensed in Shu Ling's right palm, and then hit the old man of Yinshan like a cannonball.

Hearing Shu Ling's voice, the old man of Yinshan was shocked, and just as he wanted to collect and defend his body, he felt a tearing pain in his chest, which made him break out in a cold sweat in an instant, and the ribs in his chest were broken by Shu Ling.

The feeling of pain came to his nervous brain, and he couldn't help but let out a scream like killing a pig: "Ahhh

The old man of Yinshan who was blown away hit the wall with a "poof", and the old man of Yinshan only felt that the qi and blood in his body were rolling wildly, and the whole person was also smashed.

At this time, the coat of the old man of Yinshan was torn apart by Shu Ling's terrifying magic, and I saw that a mud-brown inner armor appeared on the chest of the old man of Yinshan, faintly, there was actually a heavy aura emanating from it, and this inner armor exuded a trace of spiritual power, and it was not an ordinary thing at first glance.

"It's like ...... Lingbao!"

Feeling the spiritual power of the inner armor, when he recalled that his coiling dragon palm hit the chest of the old man of Yinshan just now, there was actually a force that resisted part of his own power, and the strength could be seen at a glance what this inner armor was.

Lingbao, to put it simply, is a spiritual thing, this is called Lingbao, this kind of thing, must be forged by a caster, this kind of treasure, in the secular world, where there is a lack of material, is also a rare thing.

The level division of Lingbao is the same as that of the elixir, from high to low, it is also divided into four levels of heaven and earth Xuanhuang, and each level is divided into three small levels, high, intermediate, and low.

The higher the level, the more powerful the Spirit Treasure is, and of course, the rarer it is.

Shu Ling frowned, he didn't expect that this old man of Yinshan actually had such a thing as a spirit treasure, this inner armor spirit treasure should be a yellow-level high-level spirit treasure, it seems that this year, he also has a lot of opportunities.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the old man of Yinshan was a three-star martial artist, and he had a yellow-level intermediate spirit treasure talisman, and he was slapped by Shu Lingyi, and he was also injured a lot.

"Yo, I didn't expect you to have a turtle shell to protect you, it seems that you still have something. Shu Ling said mockingly.

The old man of Yinshan didn't expect Shu Ling's strength to be so strong, he had a spirit treasure to protect his body, and he was so seriously injured, if he didn't have a spirit treasure, Shu Ling's palm alone would be enough to kill him.

"Boy, you hillbilly, this is a spiritual treasure, called Xuantu Armor, something you don't know, I admit that your strength is very powerful, I am not your opponent, but you want to solve me, I'm afraid you are still a little behind, as long as I have a spiritual treasure, you don't want to kill me today." ”

"The turtle shell is the turtle shell, something specially for the turtle to wear, since you like to make turtles so much, then watch me pull your turtle shell off. ”

As soon as the words fell, Shu Ling kicked his feet, like lightning, and rushed towards the old man of Yinshan.

The old man of Yinshan's face changed, and he hurriedly retreated, floating behind like a feather, dodging Shu Ling's blow.

"Hmph, you still want to run!?"

Shu Ling rushed towards the old man of Yinshan again, predicted the position of the old man of Yinshan's retreat, his hand was like lightning, and instantly grabbed the arm of the old man of Yinshan who was about to dodge the attack, and immediately shook it hard.

"Boom!"

The old man of Yinshan was like a cannonball, and he hit the wall just now again.

"Poof!"

The old man of Yinshan, who was injured again, spurted out another mouthful of blood.

Before the old man of Yinshan could breathe, Shu Ling rushed towards the old man of Yinshan again.

"Shapeshift!"

When the old man of Yinshan saw Shu Ling rushing towards him again, he felt his scalp tingle, and secretly cursed in his heart, "The kid is still over!"

Hurriedly launched a shapeshift, and the whole person swooped and appeared behind Shu Ling, widening the distance between himself and Shu Ling.

The old man's scalp in Yinshan is numb, and it is not a way to dodge, he will be hit by Shu Ling sooner or later, even if he has a spiritual treasure to protect his body, the spiritual treasure can only help him resist part of the damage, he still has to bear a part of Shu Ling's attack, and sooner or later he will be killed by Shu Ling.

The more he thought about it for a while, the more angry he became, he gritted his teeth ruthlessly, mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, and once again released his combat skills, ready to break the cauldron and sink the boat.

"Shu Ling, this is what you forced me, let you see my Xuan-level low-level combat skill-Ghost Shadow Tribulation!"

The voice fell, and the old man of Yinshan jumped up, like a bat, hanging above Shu Ling's head, his body bent into a semicircular shape, and a terrifying spiritual power condensed into a dark black crescent shape, and swept out towards Shu Ling at a thunderous speed.

With the bombardment of this crescent moon, the old man of Yinshan, who had already suffered a lot of injuries, had his breath all over his body dropped to the bottom, and his whole face became a lot haggard, and this blow had exhausted all the strength of the old man of Yinshan.

Even so, the old man of Yinshan still showed a fierce expression, and roared with a hideous face: "Shu Ling, if you can die under my strongest combat skills, you can have no regrets, go die!"