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Murderous aura!!With the young man as the center, the dust that had accumulated in the cracks of the teahouse was instantly stirred out by the murderous aura that permeated it, and flew out in all directions, all of which were inlaid on the marble wall. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Xing Lao's face was slightly pale, he didn't hold it up, his realm was similar to his own, and even slightly better than his opponent, Xing Lao had forgotten how long he hadn't met him.

Xing Lao moved. The hand holding the teacup suddenly let go, and the teacup fell to the ground without surprise.

The ceramic teacups collided with the stone floor, making an unpleasant cracking sound, and scattered all over the ground. But the tea that should have been scattered on the ground flew up the moment the teacup shattered.

The tea leaves in the tea fell out, and the slightly fan-green tea rushed towards Lin Ji under a milky white light.

In front of Lin Ji, it turned into a huge water quality shield, horizontal in front of Lin Ji.

The young man didn't laugh angrily, he was laughing at Xing Lao for not choosing to attack him at the first time, but he was protecting others, leaving the big space in his chest, and it seemed that he had integrated into the life of being a guard.

So the young man struck first.

With a wave of the short sword in his hand, it came out of his shell to meet the master's wishes, burrowed into his palm, and the immeasurable realm cultivation was strongly infused into it, and the short sword suddenly skyrocketed by half a foot, turning into a sword that was almost the same length as the usual long sword.

The sword with a little blue light on the tip of the sword didn't make any fancy movements, and stabbed straight into Xing Lao's chest.

Xing Lao didn't have a sword in his hand, he turned his hand into a knife, and slashed in the void, and the "Ding ......" long sword collided with the air, and there was a metallic crashing sound.

The two figures took a few steps back before they could stabilize their figures.

Of course, the two knew that this was just a test of each other, and neither of them used all their strength, but the young man suddenly frowned when he saw that Xing Lao's right hand, which had broken two fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

"You've broken two fingers, and you can still lift your sword?" the young man's figure stepped back as he spoke. Although honorifics were used in words, Lin Ji did not hear the slightest hint of respect.

Xing Lao didn't move, but his snow-white hair and the coarse cloth robe on his body flew around frantically without wind.

"If you have a sword in your heart, you will win if you have a sword in your hand, you Xuanjian Sect have practiced with swords for generations, don't you even understand such a simple truth?"

"Besides, who said I can't lift a sword. Xing Lao's tone instantly became sharp, and out of nowhere, an extremely thin soft sword suddenly flew out of the agitated robe.

As soon as the soft sword auxiliary entered Xing Lao's hand, it suddenly straightened up, and even Lin Ji, who was on the second floor, felt the surging spirit circulating on the sword's body.

Hold a sword in your left hand!!

What was terrifying was the sword that started with Xing Lao's momentum, which changed again. This old man who had once entered the peak of immeasurable with his sword seemed to have once again stood at the peak of the immeasurable realm.

Maybe the enemy standing in front of Xing Lao was really strong, because this was the first time Lin Ji saw Xing Lao draw his sword and draw it for himself.

The figure of the young man floated towards the door of the teahouse at a speed that Lin Ji couldn't see clearly, while Xing Lao didn't move, and the several Eight Immortal Tables between the two suddenly leaned to the sides in the next moment.

The short sword moved, and the young cultivator was not afraid of the coercion of the older generation, and brazenly launched a second attack at the door of the teahouse.

The reason why Wuliang is called Wuliang is because when he reaches this realm, it is immeasurable, the corners of the young man's clothes are flying, and the short sword seems to be waving into a brilliant sword flower according to a certain trajectory in front of him. The sword flower was blue all over, and from time to time there was sword qi pouring from it, and then it disappeared after breaking through the stone slab on the wall or ground of the teahouse, and the momentum was shocking.

No matter how slow it was, it was only between Sumeru for the cultivators of the Immeasurable Realm, and after the sword flower was fully formed, it suddenly burst out with a fine light, and with a soft cry from the young man, it rolled towards Xing Lao overwhelmingly.

"Huh?" Xing Lao looked at the sword flower and sighed.

"Five sword flowers. Fang Zhong really handed over his housekeeping skills to you. Xing Lao's toneless words seemed to tremble slightly after mentioning the word Fang Chong.

The soft sword stood upright, Xing Lao held the sword in front of his chest in one hand, and his right hand was still behind him. He didn't seem to put those five blue sword flowers in his eyes.

The teahouse made of hard stone finally couldn't withstand the duel between the two Infinite Realm powerhouses and began to tremble, first of all, the wooden two-story building began to collapse, except for the place where Lin Ji was, it was overturned by the strong aura of the two powerhouses. Then the wooden roof was powdered by the messy sword qi, and finally even the carefully decorated walls began to appear more and more cracks.

But even though the half foot of land outside his body has been turned upside down, only Lin Ji's place is the same as when he first climbed the stairs, and not even a drop of tea in the teacup has spilled out.

But Lin Ji's wheezing began to hurry, because Xing Lao's back was facing him, so he could see that Xing Lao's right hand behind him was trembling.

While trying to hold Lin Ji and not accept Shanghai, he also had to deal with a cultivation master who was almost the same as his own realm, which seemed to be not so easy for Xing Lao.

Those five incomparably brilliant sword flowers finally came, with endless killing intent and overflowing sword qi.

Xing Lao's left hand holding the sword threw the sword forward seemingly casually, and at the moment of throwing, his entire body also rushed forward with the sword.

The sword is like lightning, and so is the man.

The milky white glow of the tip of the sword was abundant. Bright as the sun in a tiny tea shop.

This was a blow that shocked the heavens and the earth, and in an era when there had not been a duel between the powerhouses of the Infinite Realm in several years, this duel was undoubtedly a battle that could go down in the history of the cultivation world.

With the teahouse as the center, this white light is bursting out in all directions, exploding with awe-inspiring brilliance.

The next moment, the white light collided with the sword flower, and there was no violent explosion sound as Lin Ji imagined, but it was calm and a little outrageous.

The speed of the sword flower's rotation gradually slowed down as if it were in a huge quagmire, and the white light gradually dissipated as if it had met darkness.

The white light and the sword flower disappeared from each other, but in the end, it shook like a stone falling on the calm water, and then returned to calm after a few shocks.

It was only at the last moment that they dissipated from each other that a series of loud popping sounds were caused in the air.

And the battle didn't seem to be over, because at this time, Xing Lao had already caught up with the lightning-fast software, and his speed did not slow down much after colliding with the sword flower, but still kept the direction and went straight towards the young man.

Faster! The man and the sword are one, so it is faster, about ten zhang long, Xing Lao, or Xing Lao's sword, only took a moment.

The essence that flowed out of the tip of the sword was like a monstrous flame, and even the young man could easily feel it from a distance.

Xing Lao in Lin Ji's eyes was like a line in the air, and he had already come to the middle-aged man. Like the gods leaning in, unstoppable.

Of course, the young man was not stupid enough to use his sword to take the sword that Xing Lao had been accumulating for a long time, but chose to dodge.

The figure of the young man jumped one after another in the ruins of the teahouse, which was not too large, trying to use the change of direction to consume the lethal power on Xing Laojian's sword.

Suddenly the young man stopped, and he looked at the sword that was about to pierce his heart, and the corners of his mouth made an intriguing arc.

Xing Lao woke up suddenly, and his rapidly moving body forcibly twisted in the air, only to hear the crisp sound of a lifetime in place, and the whole person had already turned around and hurried towards Lin Ji, who was still dragging on the second floor.

Lin Ji, who was staring at the battle group intently, didn't even notice when a middle-aged man appeared next to him at this time.

Knowing that Xing Lao turned around, he realized the abnormality that happened around him.

Xing Lao was very far away from him, and that man was very close to him, so only he could save himself at this moment.

Only the next thought was allowed to flash quickly, and Lin Ji had even felt the killing intent coming from the middle-aged man's hand.

Without hesitation, Lin Ji kicked the floating plank that had been supporting his body, and under the vigorous infusion, the plank fell straight from the air along with Lin Ji's body and fell to the ground.

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