"Come on!"

As the two provocative and contemptuous words of the purple-clothed old man just spit out, Ye Xuan and Bingbing's eyes suddenly became cold, as bright as lightning.

As soon as Ye Xuan's palm loosened the bowstring, the three stout sky-piercing arrows shot towards Elder Yan with a sharp and sharp energy that pierced the air, and the Bingbing on the side also waved his jade hand, and the colorful feathers floating in front of him also swished, shooting out as fast as lightning.

"Sky piercing meteor arrow!"

"Feng Yu!"

Two fierce and incomparable attacks swept towards Elder Yan with astonishing power, Elder Yan's purple robe was blown by the strong wind he brought, and his long pale hair also danced in the wind.

But his eyes were as sharp and cold as a falcon. The corners of his mouth curled in disdain, and he looked up at the flying arrows and another colored feather that looked soft and lilt.

I don't know why his instincts tell him that the colored feathers that seem weak and can't help the wind and scatter when they blow away give him a faint sense of danger, and by the time he feels it, it's gone, as if it never appeared.

He shook his head slightly, and a slight self-deprecating look appeared on his old face.

The two little people in the Lingxuan Realm, they can be pinched to death by themselves, how can they bring themselves a threat, it seems that their nerves are too cautious.

Looking at the sky-piercing arrow that was about to come in front of him, Elder Yan's old palm was lifted from his sleeve robe, like a river of tumbling Xuan Qi surging wildly towards his palm, and in a moment, one of his palms became a little more transparent, and he could faintly see the blood vessels and the fast-flowing blood inside.

Although there was that kind of threatening feeling just now, he didn't pay too much attention to it.

But he has always been cautious, no matter what kind of opponent he faces, he will go all out, even if in front of him is a baby who has just fallen to the ground, he will not spare the slightest hand.

Sail carefully on the boat for ten thousand years, over the years, he has also seen a lot of people who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and he has also witnessed some people who originally won the battle, but because of carelessness, they overturned the boat in the gutter.

All kinds of past experiences told him that the lion fights the rabbit still uses all his strength, after all, there is only one small life, and he can't afford to make any mistakes.

The slightly transparent palm was raised to the chest, the palm was upward, as if something was brewing, and a small vortex appeared in the palm of the hand, which was like a cloud in a snow-white color, and there were faintly transparent water droplets in it.

Snow-white swirls spread out along the palm, covering the entire palm.

The purple-robed old man's eagle-like eyes suddenly flashed with a light as bright as lightning, and his palm, which had always been slightly transparent, pushed forward like a storm and lightning, and a palm that seemed to be condensed like a white cloud directly broke away from the purple-robed old man's palm, facing the attacks of Ye Xuan and Bingbing.

After the white cloud-like palm broke away from the purple-robed old man's palm, it rose against the storm, and in an instant, it became three feet in size, and there seemed to be a little bit of water droplets embedded in the palm, adding a bit of mystery. The purple-robed old man smiled coldly, and a low voice came from his throat.

"Turning the clouds and raining hands!"

The white cloud-like palm had already met Ye Xuan's sky-piercing arrow in the blink of an eye, and at the moment when it was about to meet, the water droplets embedded in the palm suddenly emitted a burst of intense light.

Then Ye Xuan was horrified to see that the incomparable sky-piercing arrow was actually stagnant, and the sharp energy on the tip of the arrow seemed to be slowly melting, and with a flick of his palm, all the sky-piercing arrows shattered, turned into wisps of smoke and took off, and then slowly dissipated.

The purple-robed old man's old face showed a sneering expression, his cloud-turning hand was one of the few third-grade mystics in their Sword Villa, and he was also the top among the third-grade mystics.

Ye Xuan's occult technique was just on the verge of reaching the third-grade mystical technique, and his own strength was a big realm lower than him, and it was normal for him to be defeated in an instant.

Ye Xuan also understood this truth, and at the moment when the white-cloud-like palm covered the sky-piercing arrow, Long Youbu was cast by him in an instant, and a Tai Chi pattern slowly emerged on the palm of his sleeve, which was the three-grade Xuan Shu that Murong Meng asked him to practice, Sword Tai Chi!

The palm of the hand continued to advance like a bamboo, and in the blink of an eye, it met the colorful feathers of Bingbing, and the inlaid water droplets on the white cloud-like palm once again emitted dazzling brilliance.

However, the sharp energy carried by the colored feathers has not been weakened in the slightest, and it is still as sharp as ever.

The white cloud-like palms collided with the colored feathers, but instead of making an earth-shattering sound, they were eroding each other.

Although the clouds and rain hands are extremely powerful, there seems to be a mysterious aura on the colored feathers, which is pure and noble, like a proud phoenix that looks down on all beings.

It was that mysterious aura that blocked the erosion of the light of the water droplets, and instead the colored feathers pierced into the depths of the palm step by step.

The purple-robed old man's face changed drastically, the feeling of being born out of thin air before was really not an illusion, and the attack of this beautiful and peerless girl actually blocked her own cloud-turning hand.

But before the purple-robed old man could continue to inject Xuan Qi into his hands over the clouds and rain, Ye Xuan on his side suddenly appeared strangely, and the Tai Chi pattern on the palm of his hand slammed into the old face of the purple-robed old man.

Elder Yan snorted coldly in disdain, and the cloud-shaking hand instantly unleashed its hand, directly containing Ye Xuan's attack, not only that, but the Tai Chi pattern on Ye Xuan's palm was trembling slightly, and small cracks began to appear.

In the blink of an eye, it had spread rapidly, covering the entire Tai Chi pattern, and with a click, the Tai Chi pattern made a crisp sound and completely shattered, and the palm directly shook Ye Xuan's palm and fell heavily on his chest.

Poof!

Ye Xuan's face was pale, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out uncontrollably, staining his clothes with blood-red bloodstains, and his body flew out upside down against the ground in embarrassment, and the hot blood spilled all over the ground along the way, which was quite miserable.

If it weren't for Jian Taiji unloading part of his strength, it is estimated that Ye Xuan's injuries would be even more serious. The purple-robed old man withdrew his palm, his arm trembled slightly, and a thread of blood ran down from between him.

Elder Yan looked at the bleeding fingers with gloomy eyes, and his face suddenly became ugly, Ye Xuan's Tai Chi pattern just now actually reflected some of his strength, causing him to suffer some subtle injuries, it was really a strange mysticism.

Just as Elder Yan wanted to continue his pursuit of Ye Xuan, a slight sound fell on his ears.

His eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the colored feathers in disbelief, which actually pierced through the clouds and rained hands, dragging the colorful light tail like a meteor falling towards him.

The cloud-turning hands were covered with cracks like spider webs, shattering in the void.

However, Elder Yan also reacted quickly, turned around sharply, and the colored feathers flew over against his pale face, but the eyes of the purple-robed old man were gloomy, because he saw that the colored feathers brought up a blood line, and a sharp pain suddenly came from his face, and he was actually injured again!

He gave up the pursuit of Ye Xuan, who looked quite miserable after landing, and his cold gaze like an eagle falcon suddenly turned to the beautiful and peerless ice-blue shadow of the delicate body and pale face because of such a powerful occult technique, and anger flashed in his eyes.

His body moved quickly, and in a few breaths, he had already come to a place where he was three feet away, and his wrinkled old face smiled fiercely, and his cloud-over-rain hand came out and slapped away at the frightened Bingbing.

Ye Xuan, who had just stood up, saw this scene, his face turned pale, regardless of the injuries on his body, he immediately used his dragon walking to rush towards Bingbing.

The mouth that had become blood-red because of the blood suddenly let out an angry and terrible shout, "Bingbing quickly dodge, old zaar, you dare to hurt her, I want you to die without a whole corpse!"

But at this moment, Bingbing was already at the end of his crossbow after casting that powerful occult technique, and it was not bad to be able to stand, and he still had the strength to dodge the ferocious and abnormal attack of the purple-robed old man, and it was already close at hand.

Bingbing smiled sadly at Ye Xuan, who came quickly and was stained with blood on his body, just like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain that could not withstand the devastation of the wind and snow, withering in the cold wind one by one, poignant and sad.

"Bastard, stop me, stop me!" Ye Xuan shouted frantically, his voice piercing the silent sky like a night owl.

The purple-robed old man had a cruel smile on his face, ignoring Ye Xuan's thunderous shouting, and smashed his powerful palm angrily at the girl in front of him, he had already seen the girl turn into a pool of pus and blood under his cloud-turning hands.

At that moment, a black shadow with black and white hair suddenly blocked Bingbing's body, the hair on his body stood up, and his body seemed to swell a little.

"Warm!"

Looking at this spirit beast blocking him, Bingbing let out a low cry in shock, but Elder Yan's attack had already arrived, landing on Nuan Nuan's body, Nuan Nuan suddenly let out a painful muffled sound, and then crashed into Bingbing's arms.

Bingbing's eyes were sharp, and at the moment when Nuan Nuan crashed into her arms, she clearly saw that Nuan Nuan's nose, eyes, ears, and seven orifices were all bleeding golden blood, and her body, which had originally swelled in a circle, also shrank sharply, and she was already dying when she crashed into Bingbing's arms.

Affected by the inertia of the impact, Bingbing was also knocked down, and the energy from Nuan Nuan's body was also transmitted to her body, and the ruddy little mouth suddenly spit out bright and dazzling blood, and the originally pale pretty face became almost transparent and pale.

Scratched a long mark on the ground all the way, and then knocked down a large tree in the courtyard, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his expression was sluggish, and his consciousness began to become blurred.

When her beautiful eyes were about to close, she vaguely saw Ye Xuan, who looked miserable and was rushing towards her, a poignant smile slipped from the corner of her bright lips, and her beautiful eyes could no longer withstand the heavy pressure, and slowly closed.

Ye Xuan, who came violently, saw the ice ice that flew out upside down, spitting blood from her mouth, and the warmth in her arms, which did not know life and death, and there was almost sickly madness on her delicate and handsome face.

With a thought in his mind, the tip of the Heaven Devouring Sword flew towards the palm of his hand, and the other hand slashed directly at Elder Yan, and his angry voice resounded like a wounded beast.

Elder Yan sneered, and his palm was raised like lightning against Ye Xuan's split palm, and at the moment of contact, his face changed wildly, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

But it was too late, a blood stain burst onto his face, he covered his palm and let out a terrible shout, and a palm on the ground lay quietly, sprinkled with blood.

"This is not over yet, old miscellaneous pieces, I want to break your body into ten thousand pieces, I want you to pay for Bingbing's life!"

The sound of the crazy roar was like a terrible ghost under the netherworld, with a terrifying, terrifying coldness and endless resentment, like a thunder explosion above the nine heavens!