As soon as the body of the old man of the Immortal Sect moved, the whole person slaughtered out with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, his fist was fierce, with a terrifying might. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Han's footsteps moved, and he waved out the reader sword regardless of it, with a little freedom and determination.

No doubt.

Yan Han's body flew upside down again.

The old man of the Immortal Sect moved slightly, his body was as light as a swallow, his toes brushed the ground, and his right hand suddenly poked out.

Five fingers like hooks.

Yan Han wanted to use his sword to fight the enemy, but he was powerless. The punch he had just received caused his right shoulder blade to be completely removed, and he couldn't use the slightest strength.

The shadow of death looms.

Yan Han showed a wry smile.

Suddenly, above the sky, a bright light flashed, almost invisible, looking incomparably far away, and a low humming sound was heard.

In the blink of an eye.

The bright light was already near, and a piercing and sharp sound came, making people's eardrums tingle involuntarily.

The expression of the old man of the Immortal Sect couldn't help but change.

Yan Han's expression couldn't help but be happy, and there was a trace of inexplicable excitement in his eyes.

It seems that there is hope for life.

In the bright light, there is an endless chill.

This light is a sword.

A small sword no more than three inches long.

The old man of the Immortal Sect looked slightly condensed, his five fingers clenched into fists, and he smashed out with a thick internal force.

Bite!

The sound is crisp and long.

The little sword flew upside down.

The old man of the Immortal Sect also withdrew for a walk backwards.

"Who?"

The old man let out a roar.

The right fist kept moving, and a faint blood streak appeared on it.

The figure of Huang Ye slowly appeared.

In both hands, holding the sword case.

Yan Han's expression showed a hint of surprise, he also knew a little about Huang Ye's identity, you must know that the status of Little Lotus Peak has always been in a transcendent position in the Sword Sect, and each generation of peak masters only accepts one apprentice, but his strength is incomparable.

Yan Han once witnessed the peak master of Little Lotus Peak, and the flying sword broke through the black thunder of summer, in order to prevent the lotus flowers in the lake from being destroyed As the apprentice of the peak master of Little Lotus Peak, how could Huang Ye's strength be worse?

Yan Han took a deep breath.

The little internal force left in his body came out, nourishing his injuries, and at the same time, he was careful to guard against the old puppet of the Immortal Sect from forcibly killing him.

See the yellow leaves come out.

When the old man of the Immortal Sect saw the yellow leaves, there was a hint of color in his eyes, although he was dressed in plain clothes, but he covered up the body of the yellow leaves, with an angry and delicate face, but there was a different scenery.

The old man's heart couldn't help but give birth to a trace of strange thoughts.

Born on the grassland, grew up on the grassland, entered the Immortal Sect, has been in retreat and penance, and occasionally saw a woman on the grassland, but also looked very rude, with a smell of sheep on her body, which made people feel tasteless at first glance.

The delicacy exuded from the yellow leaves made the old man's heart burn with lust.

"What a handsome woman. ”

The old man of the Immortal Sect said softly.

In Huang Ye's expression, anger flourished.

"For the old disrespectful thing. ”

Huang Ye suppressed his anger and spit out an angry word.

The body moved, and swept backwards.

The jade finger flicked, and in the sword box, the sword emitted a buzzing sound, and the fish came out.

Eighteen Swords of Flying Streams!

Coherent.

Eighteen swordfish ran through a line, with a subtle sword aura, emitting a subtle trembling sound in the void.

The old man of the Immortal Sect's expression couldn't help but change, looking at the eighteen flying swords that were drawn by the qi machine, his eyes were revealing a trace of solemnity and took a deep breath, and the strong internal force of the whole body suddenly swept out, and a silver armor appeared in front of him, like a rock, protecting him.

The old man's footsteps were one step ahead.

A punch broke out brutally.

The cultivation method of the Immortal Sect has always been rude, without too much skill, and what is particular is to respond to all changes with the same and break it with brute force.

The fist wind whistled.

The momentum is like wind and thunder, and the peeling and exploding sounds.

Bang!

A dull voice came out, and I saw that the sword headed by him suddenly let out a wail and flew away.

The old man's body was as immobile as a mountain.

A steady step forward again.

By the way, it was another fierce punch.

The dull voice was mixed with a wail, and another flying sword flew outward.

So is the old man.

Relying on the brute force of his fist, he directly smashed the nine swords.

On top of the fist wrapped in internal force, there were nine blood marks.

Huang Ye's body stood, his eyes looked extremely calm, and his hands flew like butterflies, constantly making a seal.

The nine swords that smashed into the air fell into the sword box one after another, and fell silent.

In the void, sword qi surged.

The remaining Nine Sword Qi Machines were connected more firmly, and their power was also more powerful, as if the Milky Way above the Nine Heavens was hanging upside down, carrying an unparalleled sense of determination between the mighty momentum.

Under the sword.

Overwhelming.

The old man's expression of the Immortal Sect changed greatly, and the armor condensed in front of him became a little more solid.

Clench your hands into fists and push them forward.

Bang!

The tenth sword slammed into the fist, and the dense ten blood paths suddenly cracked, and blood flowed out.

The old man was unmoved.

The internal force of the whole body is tumbling, like a big river rushing, and it seems that hundreds of rivers enter the river, gathering on the fist.

The eleventh sword fell.

The old man's body retreated half a step backwards.

The condensed armor in front of him made a trembling sound, as if it was about to shatter.

Huang Ye's complexion became very cold.

The icy implication seems to surpass the coldest wind in the bitter winter.

The plucking of both hands is like an elegant piano player, and the movements appear incomparably elegant, incomparably skillful, giving people a sense of dynamic beauty.

Yan Han's expression was full of shock.

These days, he has been in a stalemate with the old man, fighting and retreating, every time he is down, even if his injuries are all recovered, he may not have the ability of Huang Ye to beat the old man to such an embarrassing point.

All of a sudden.

Yan Han's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and his expression was indescribably surprised.

The armor gathered in front of the old man of the Immortal Sect had been completely annihilated, and above his fists, he was even more dripping with blood, and his body retreated backwards in embarrassment.

In the void, there are still three swords lingering.

The old man of the Immortal Sect looked a little flustered.

I never dreamed that Huang Ye suddenly had such ability.

The three swords that hovered above the void were like swords of hell, exuding a terrifying aura of death that seemed to be ready to take its life at any moment.

I don't know why.

The old man's heart actually gave birth to a hint of retreat.

Exiting backwards, his body faster.

Huang Ye's expression became extremely indifferent.

Move your hands.

The wandering three swords unfolded one after another.

Then they all rushed down.