The hazy drizzle was getting heavier and heavier, ticking through the streets, merging into a trickle, a clump of shallows, rolling silently in the dead night.

The rain rolled down the tips of the ink tears, drop by drop, cutting the calm gaze of the ink tears, and in the inky black vision of the ink tears being cut by the rain, the white-haired Lingyun was reflected slowly moving forward.

Every inch of Mo Tear's muscles tightened, and he held the sword tightly in his backhand, his attention was highly concentrated, and he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

He knew very well that the old man who was over 100 years old on the other side was recognized as the strongest man in the whole world, and he only had a chance of winning in an instant, and if he still wanted to be distracted, there was really no hope.

Ling Yun was not contaminated with a drop of rain, and took a step calmly, the water under his feet seemed to be frightened and fled in a hurry, in the space he was in, the wind and rain were uneasy, and the rush to dodge seemed particularly strange.

The old man with a calm face, no matter how he looked at it, seemed to be able to be blown down by the wind at any time, and be swallowed by this drizzle, but when he looked closely, it seemed that all this wind and rain could be at his mercy.

Ling Yun took another calm step, and disappeared in place, only to see a bright rain line, and the tears went straight away.

Mo Tear was stunned, he had already been fully prepared, his face was instantly hideous, his inky black pupils quickly reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body was immediately covered with flames, and he hurriedly drew his sword and slashed it vertically.

He thought that he would be able to make a move no matter how far he was away, but when he drew his sword, his crimson pupils were filled with the figure of an old man, a palm that was as dry as wood and covered with a layer of black skin, like a claw, as fast as lightning to lock his neck.

Mo Tear seemed to have sensed the imminent breath of death, and the hand that quickly drew the sword was not fast but slow, a sense of oppression that was difficult for him to resist, making it difficult for his joints to move like stuck screws.

"Ahh

Li Susu, who was on the side, saw the appearance of this group of people, and he was ready, he knew very well how strong those guys on the other side were, and he even understood that there was no chance of winning with Ling Yun at all.

But he had no choice but to lose and fight desperately, whoever told these people to make enemies with his little junior brother, as long as he didn't fall, the little junior brother would be fine.

Ling Yun's dry hand tore the rain curtain to pieces, and was about to jam Mo Tear's neck, Li quickly made a quick move, throwing Mo Tear backwards, and at the same time slammed a punch into Ling Yun's chest.

Ling Yun's eyes were certain, and when he saw the imposing punch wrapped in countless vitality, it made a thunderous roar, and hit his chest, he was not fast or slow, he retreated half a step, twisted his waist and turned around, and drove the blue-brown robe to dodge lightly.

It is hard for Li Susu to imagine that at such a close distance, his speed is so fast, but this old man who seems to be weak can easily dodge, what kind of terrifying state should the cultivation realm reach.

He didn't have time to think about this, even if he shook his mind for a while, the old man in front of him would immediately attack like ink tears, he was sure that ink tears were in the hands of this old man, and he really couldn't make a move.

With a single blow, all the force vibrated forward, leaving a bright and visible path in the dark rain.

The group of masters on the opposite side felt a powerful momentum like them, and their faces changed.

Mo Sheng lifted his sword forward, blocked in front of Leng Minyi's body, and slowly pulled out the Earth Soul Sword, the pitch-black sword body was exposed to the darkness little by little, and there were streams of blood-black murderous aura lingering on the sword body, like a demon hovering on the side, terrifying and infiltrating, as if it could engulf the night and solidify the rain.

Mo Sheng, who was holding the second earth soul sword in the world, had an extremely dignified face, feeling the powerful momentum in the dark night, and swept a sword suddenly, and the huge sword qi swept up the rain all over the ground, cutting the space in half and fluttering away.

There was a loud bang, and two huge forces collided and shook in all directions.

The surrounding houses shook, and the silent rain seemed to be full of murderous energy, containing endless power, and in the midst of the turmoil, it shot out in all directions, breaking through the windows of the gatehouse, and some could even break stones.

Mo Sheng's face was shocked, and at the same time, his face trembled, as if he had been severely injured and his whole body was shaking, Leng Minyi's hand and ankle turned, and gently pushed towards his back, Mo Sheng, who was about to fall, seemed to be injected with some kind of power, and immediately stabilized his body, and his lips were as white as snow.

Leng Minyi smiled at him, looked at him, and saw the young man who only threw a punch just now, and said with emotion: "He is young, but his strength is immeasurable, and this person will become a great weapon in the future." ”

Mo Sheng, who could cut through the river with two swords, covered his chest, coughed lightly, and looked at the young man who was much younger than himself in disbelief through the faint light, his eyes were full of horror.

After a while, he lowered his head and saw his already unconscious hand holding the Earth Soul Sword, trembling involuntarily, and sighed from time to time.

Then he looked up again and quietly looked ahead.

Li Susu's punch was easily dodged by Ling Yun, without the slightest pause, he stepped in a flash, came to Ling Yun's body in a flash, and rushed straight again, simple and rude, without any excessive moves.

For this level of fighting, all the moves are virtual, and simplifying the complex is the essence.

Li Susu didn't want to fight hard, but he had no choice, he had to drag this old man, this old man who could destroy Mo Tears in an instant.

Ling Yun didn't dodge this time, he shook and moved, and rolled out a palm lightly, his fists and palms touched, and the huge momentum instantly shook around.

The rain in the sky shivered at this moment, and it twisted and shook in an extremely strange way, changing its original trajectory and speeding out in all directions, as if it was quickly avoiding these two people.

In just one move, the moment they collided with each other, Li Susu felt that the spiritual sea was shaken, extremely painful, and the strong will that was tortured by a mortal Taoist since he was a child made him stabilize his mind and quickly urge all the power in his body.

The bluestone slabs of the street below were clicking slightly, and huge cracks appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and spread bifurcated in all directions, and the rain on the ground was like boiling, shaking uneasily.

Ling Yun's face was still calm, but his thin body was the most unshakable of this huge rain, as impregnable as an iron wall.

Ling Yun said calmly: "You are young, but you can cultivate with such strength, it is indeed a rare talent. But why are you obsessed? The old man can't bear to hurt you like this, so let's leave quickly. ”

Li Susu's muscles tightened in every inch, and his face looked a little painful and hideous, obviously about to be unable to support the strength coming from the calm old man.

Sweat gradually flowed on Li Susu's forehead, but it evaporated in an instant, and the raindrops in the sky didn't seem to dare to approach him, and when they were about to fall on him, they immediately shook away.

Li Susu took a strong breath, and a cyan light slowly flashed on his body, and he said sonorously:

"Maybe in the eyes of my seniors, I am obsessed, but in my opinion, my seniors are the ones who are obsessed, my little junior brother, what is his fault? Why do you want to be treated like this...... As a senior brother, protecting my junior brother is justified, how can I be obsessed with it?

On the contrary, the predecessors, as masters outside the world, should not have interfered in mortal things, but now for a trumped rumor, they have vainly mobilized the power of the world, and now they are murderous, this is obsessive. ”

Ling Yun grinned and said flatly: "Young man, do you really want to be the enemy of the world?"

Li Susu gritted his teeth, supported the dry palm hard, and roared angrily: "Isn't that what I'm doing now? As long as I'm still here, my little junior brother will definitely not let anyone take care of it." ”

Li quickly roared, his whole body changed greatly, the vitality everywhere continued to emerge, majestic and surging, above the sky, dark clouds tumbled and flowed, forming a huge black whirlpool, like a giant umbrella, shrouding the night.

Ling Yun felt that the strength from his hand was increasing little by little, he raised his head slightly, and saw this amazing scene through the hazy drizzle that was falling, shook his head flatly, and sighed:

"Do you really want to work so hard? If you don't come to your senses, you won't blame the old man. ”

Ling Yun exerted force in an instant, Li Susu's body shook, and the bluestone slab under his feet instantly split apart and collapsed into a huge pit.

Li Susu gathered all his strength on his fists, and it was difficult to resist Ling Yun's seemingly dry but powerful palm, he was like being pressed by the rushing sea at the moment, and he could only grit his teeth to resist, without the slightest strength to fight back.

The ink tears that were thrown out before turned over several times in the rain, landed smoothly, looked up suddenly, and saw the senior brother who was struggling to support, the flames were surging and rolling, the crimson eyes, flashing with a stunning cold light, quickly rushed forward, and everywhere he went, the rain turned into white smoke, psychedelic and hazy, strange and extraordinary.

Ink Tears swooped down a few steps, squatting on the ground with his legs on the ground, leaving a deep footprint on the spotless stone slab washed by the rain.

Mo Tear's body then rose in the air, holding the blood-killing heavy sword in both hands, raised it above his head, his gaze was as calm as a beast, and he was fixed on the white-haired and silver-bearded old man.

The fiery red sword qi skyrocketed instantly, like a fire dragon, Pang Xuan was in the air, quietly wandering between the hands of the ink tears, entrenched on the heavy giant sword of the ink tears, condescending, as if looking down on the world, about to get out of the sword.

Ink Tear's ghost-like eyes gradually became fierce, and then he burst out and slashed down with a sword.

The huge fiery red sword qi shook the air, rattling, swallowing the rain, turning into hazy white smoke, carrying endless power and a trace of hazy aura over Ling Yun's head.

Ling Yun slowly raised his head, and in his calm and restrained eyes, the fiery red sword light that was as fast as a thunderbolt suddenly stopped, quietly stopping between his eyebrows, and the sword qi condensed by the endless flames that was about to engulf him seemed to be falling in difficulty.

A sinister smile pulled out from the corner of Ling Yun's mouth, and in the blink of an eye, an endless momentum emanated from his body, instantly shaking the four wilds.

Li Susu's face was shocked, and the power that came to his face made him have to choose to dodge in a hurry, and then his eyes were shocked, his whole body was shining, and he stood still.

The sword light that roared down from the ink tears was instantly shattered by that powerful force, and almost at the same time, the ink tears were blasted out by an oncoming shock wave.

He felt his muscles and bones broken, a dull pain in his chest, and then a mouthful of blood spilled in the air.

The head of Qingxin looked at the ink tears that were blown out, and saw the moment of opportunity, his figure flashed, illusory like smoke, disappeared in the wind and rain, and in a breath, appeared on the top of the ink tears' head, and kicked towards the chest of the ink tears.

Ink tears in the face, enduring the great pain, difficult to open the eyes, the crimson pupils are shrouded in drops of rain, through the raindrops, shocked to find that above the sky, the white moon with a faint light, gradually turned red, as if covered with a layer of crimson wedding dress, like blood sprinkled with brilliance.

Then, a figure took over his pupils, and the sole of one foot gradually widened in his crimson pupils, about to envelop his entire eye