Tie Chuanjia had already seen the white-robed "living dead" who were coming one after another, and he shouted, and the iron black on his skin deepened again. While rushing towards the white-robed living dead, he shouted loudly: "Second master, find a way to kill those two, I will hold the ...... here."

At the same time, he had already met the white robe who had come first. A copper hammer smashed directly at him, Tie Chuanjia dodged, grabbed the wrist of the first white robe with his backhand, and threw it directly at the other white robes who rushed with the hammer.

However, the speed of these white robes was very fast, and even if they hit a few, the others pounced on him like a wasp, drowning him in an instant. All kinds of weapons beckoned to him in one go. And those weapons slashed at him, and there was a "ding" sound of gold and iron interlocking. In an instant, the clothes on his body were completely shattered. Fortunately, his "Mixed Yuan Iron Cloth Shirt" has been practiced to the fullest, and he is only half a step away from reaching the grandmaster. Although his viscera had been injured, it would kill him for a while.

The two black robes were still fighting with Li Xunhuan, their bodies showing a strange twist, but the speed was extremely fast. Holding a black scimitar, he chased after Li Xunhuan. occasionally slashed out a knife qi, but was dodged by Li Xunhuan.

And Li Xunhuan was extremely anxious at this time, he knew that Tie Chuanjia would not last long. He had to find a chance to finish off the two black robes before the Iron Armor fell. Because he understands that even if Tie Chuanjia practices the immortal miracle of Daqimen's claim of "full body gold and steel, immortal iron clothes, after the grandmaster, there is no harm in the world", but at this time, Tie Chuanjia has not reached that point, and in the face of the bombardment of so many "living dead" grandmasters, his fate can be imagined.

Therefore, Li Xunhuan must find the right time and make a quick decision. Otherwise, there is a high probability that the Iron Armor will die here. However, these two black robes are too difficult, there is not a trace of flaw in Zhou's body, and his flying knife is difficult to attack.

is also a grandmaster, and there is a world of difference between the black robe and the white robe.

"Haah~!!"

At this moment, an extremely loud roar came from behind the stone gate guarded by the two black robes.

Li Xunhuan was shocked, could there be other enemies?

But when the roar stopped, he found that all the living dead were gone. Including the two black robes who were chasing after him, they all began to stand still. Or rather, they just stopped, but their eyes kept rolling.

A dull vibration came from the stone door. The dust shimmered down on it.

Immediately after, the second, the third. It seemed that someone was striking hard with a very large wooden hammer on the opposite side of the stone door.

Until the seventh tremor came, the stone door shattered, revealing a dark, hellish cavern behind it.

An old man in ragged clothes with white hair walked out of the cave. He was covered with thick iron chains, and his lute bones were locked by thumb-thick iron rings. His white hair was scattered, his face was dirty, and he couldn't see him for what he was. Only those eyes, which seem to be quite smart, but look very confused.

At the moment when the old man appeared, whether it was a white robe or a black robe, they all abandoned their opponents, and in silence, they all moved in the direction of the old man.

The first to arrive were the two black robes, and when they were still four or five feet away from the old man, they jumped up high, and the big scimitar in their hands smashed down like a cover on their heads. And the old man was still confused at this time.

Li Xunhuan, who saw this scene from a distance, couldn't help but be surprised, and hurriedly shouted: "Xiao ...... Heart. ”

The word "heart" in the back is no longer audible when the lips are out. Because when the blades of the two black robes were about to hit the old man in the wall, the old man only moved one step sideways slightly, and he had already dodged this fatal knife. Raising his hand slightly, he gently and skillfully held the wrist of a black-robed person holding a knife, and with a slight turn, there was a sound of bone cracking from the wrist of the black robe. The scimitar took off his hand, and the old man stretched out his other hand and grasped the hilt. With a light weight, the scimitar slashed out from the bottom up, splitting the other black robe that was still in mid-air vertically in half.

Then, the hilt of the knife struck horizontally, directly hitting the black-robed skull that had been pinched by him.

The skull shattered like a watermelon hit by a stick.

At this time, the "heart" in Li Xunhuan's mouth had just been called out.

The two black robes died, and the rest of the white robes were still silent and attacked the old man. However, none of them were able to survive a move in the hands of the old man. The old man walked forward with a heavy iron chain, and the white-robed people kept beckoning their weapons to the old man, but they couldn't touch half of the old man's clothes. The old man raised his hand at will, and a white robe fell to the ground, or his body was torn apart, or his head was directly shattered.

Li Xunhuan had already arrived at Tie Chuanjia's side, and the clothes on Tie Chuanjia's body had turned into broken strips of cloth. The iron-black color on his skin began to fade, and he vomited blood from his mouth.

Li Xunhuan picked him up, his eyes were still staring at the direction of the old man, and asked, "But it still matters?"

Tie Chuanjia shook his head, wiped the blood from his mouth, and said, "I can't die yet." His eyes were also looking at the old man who was fighting with the white-robed people, and asked, "Who is this person?"

Li Xunhuan frowned and shook his head, he didn't know who the old man was. But he replied affirmatively, "Grand Master." ”

Tie Chuanjia was silent.

At this time, the old man's battle was coming to an end, and the last white-robed man was kicked by him and kicked directly to the top of the cave. By the time it fell, the body had been torn apart.

The old man did not stop, and the heavy iron lock rubbed against the ground, and there was a coaxing sound. walked straight towards Li Xunhuan and Tie Chuanjia.

Li Xunhuan's pupils contracted in an instant, and the hairs on his whole body exploded in an instant. didn't care about saying superfluous words, so he pulled Tie Chuanjia and hurriedly said the word "escape".

The two quickly fled.

When the old man saw that the two of them were about to escape, the heavy iron lock was thrown out like a black dragon, and it could be smashed into the place where the two had landed before.

In the realm of the grandmaster, the sensitivity to murderous aura is far beyond ordinary people. When the old man walked towards the two, Li Xunhuan was already shocked by the thick murderous aura on the old man's body. He had never seen such a terrifying murderous aura, so suppressed that he almost felt like he was going crazy. So, without any hesitation, the only thought in my mind was to flee as soon as possible.

Facing the white robe, Li Xunhuan never took it to heart. In the face of the black robe, he also had the confidence to win the battle. However, when facing this terrible old man, Li Xunhuan couldn't even raise the slightest idea of resisting. So, he had no choice but to escape.

The two of them ran wildly all the way, and Tie Chuanjia was seriously injured, plus he was not known for his speed, so he fell behind. Li Xunhuan was in a hurry when he saw this, and when he passed by the hanging coffin, Li Xunhuan tore off a rope that pulled the coffin lid and threw it backwards, and the rope wrapped around the waist of Tiechuan armor like a spiritual snake, pulling him to run forward. The two of them were like two fleas running for their lives, and they didn't dare to stop for a moment.

The old man behind him tugged at the iron lock, and the rumbling sound became closer and closer.

When the two of them came to the main hall of the temple, the old man also chased them. The old man was so fast that he was almost close to them in the blink of an eye.

Tie Chuanjia knew that if Li Xunhuan was allowed to pull him away, no one would be able to leave at that time. So he bit the root of his teeth, tore off the rope tied to his waist, and shouted: "Second master, go away!"

The body was immediately covered with a layer of iron black, and he reflexively threw himself at the old man.

Li Xunhuan felt that his hand was loose, and when he heard the voice of Tie Chuanjia, he was horrified, and hurriedly turned around, wanting to pull Tie Chuanjia back again.

But it was too late, the old man's fist symbolizing death had already reached the face of Tie Chuanjia, and it was conceivable that even if it was the "Mixed Yuan Iron Cloth Shirt" body protector, when facing this fist, Tie Chuanjia's fate was only a brain split.

When there was no room for it, Li Xunhuan's flying knife was shot, and no one could see the trajectory of this flying knife clearly, and at the moment of the shot, the flying knife was completely gone. However, when the flying knife reappeared, it had already reached the center of the old man's eyebrows.

When the flying knife was shot, Li Xunhuan's heart suddenly relaxed, and he could already be sure that this flying knife would not miss. This flying knife is the most perfect knife he has shot since he was born, and the so-called perfection has existed. He was confident that even a great grandmaster would not be able to survive under this sword.

However, the reality is always so cruel. The old man seemed to have foreseen in advance, and when the flying knife was about to enter the center of the old man's eyebrows, he withdrew his fist that slammed into Tie Chuanjia, stretched out two fingers, and firmly clamped the flying knife that was almost impossible to catch.

Two fingers, light and dexterous, but as steady as Mount Tai!

There is no example of a throwing knife that loses its effect for the first time.

Li Xunhuan was so devastated, death has never been so close.

However, after the old man clamped the throwing knife, he stood still. His eyes moved away from Tie Chuanjia, who was full of absolute color, and gradually looked at Li Xunhuan. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, frowning as if he was thinking, and after a moment of silence, he asked tentatively, "...... the living?"

Li Xunhuan was already in a cold sweat at this time, he heard the old man's question, but he didn't know how to answer.

The old man smiled suddenly, and the smile seemed to be happy.

"It's a living man...... It's good ......."

After saying this, his body seemed to have exhausted its last strength, and he fell with a heavy iron chain......

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