I didn't see any movement from the three elders, and the bamboo chopsticks flew back, flying around the three elders like naughty elves.

The scorpion fell to its knees abruptly, and with great inertia, rolled out of the dirt, and the Kirsan fell beside him.

The icy autumn rain fell on the dark hollow at the center of the Qisanren's eyebrows, and also on the scorpion's blood-soaked chest.

The muscles of the Kirisan began to atrophy at a rate visible to the naked eye, the skin began to sag, and the black hair began to turn white, but in a matter of moments, he had already turned into a thin old man.

A phantom figure sat up from the thin body, exactly the same as the Qisan people, looked around a little blankly, and finally his eyes fell on the scorpion, as if he remembered something, the expression on his face became very complicated, and finally he just sighed.

The spirit of the Qisan people stood up and came to the scorpion's side, the hole in the center of his eyebrows made his soul power disperse uncontrollably, and the soul became more and more dim and illusory.

"I'm ashamed to say that the old man lives deep in the mountains, with mountains, rivers, birds and beasts all the year round, and eats grains, and there are no things like spirit crystals and exercise cheats, but there are only some low-grade ones, you are a member of the Kendo Sect, so you naturally can't look down on it. ”

The old man slowly squatted down, folded his hands, and pressed them on the scorpion's chest, "Yun Mo has subordinates like you, it will definitely not be bad, and joining forces with the Gu Sect also has his unspeakable secrets, right? But these things are not important to me, an old man." You save me once, I can't reciprocate, and I save you once. ”

The majestic pure soul power instantly poured into the scorpion's chest, turning into a rich breath of life.

Bang!

The scorpion's whole body suddenly bounced up and fell back to the ground.

The heart, which had stopped beating, was beating vigorously again.

The scorpion took a long breath, arched its body, and opened its eyes abruptly.

The spirit of the Qisan people just smiled at him, then stood up and looked at Yun Mo at the top of the city from a distance.

The latter also happened to look at him.

The two looked at each other for a moment through the heavy rain curtain, and then understood what the other meant.

Although it was only the first time they met, as early as a few years ago, during the Battle of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, Yun Mo borrowed eight thousand swords from the Shiwei Realm and the Demon Domain to reforge the Demon Sealing Sword Array, and one of the swords was the Qisan people's natal Dao sword.

On that day, he handed over the sword that had accompanied him for hundreds of years in the mountains thousands of miles southwest of the Kendo Sect, among the pine waves.

Today, he saw Yun Mo, saw the owner of his sword and the rest of the eight thousand swords, although he hadn't said a word, he had already determined a lot of things.

In fact, the person who can make 8,000 swords bow down and recognize the Lord must also be a person with a big heart, but in his heart, after all, he still wants to come and see it with his own eyes.

As early as the year of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox War, and even before, he was already old.

And now, he's going to die.

There is no resurrection from the dead.

That's why life is incomparably precious.

As the first person to cultivate in the Formula Realm, he didn't want to die alone.

This is not in line with his Dao heart, nor is it in line with his sword heart.

Qisanren retracted his gaze and slowly turned around to look at the three elders in the distance.

In the stone pit under the iron pot, the flame has long been extinguished, and the residual heat in the ashes has quickly dissipated in this autumn wind, and the broth in the pot has cooled, and a thin layer of solidified grease has floated on the surface.

The three elders ignored the Qisan people, but looked at the iron pot, and then at the little firewood left in the wooden box, as if they were struggling with whether to relight the fire and heat the broth.

The Kirsan people began to run.

Leaping six feet in one step, a large crater was blown out at the foothold, followed by the second step, and then the third step...... The distance he stepped out of each step was shorter than the previous one, and the pit he stepped on became smaller and smaller, and when he came to the distance of thirty zhang in front of the canopy of the three elders, the initial violent aura had completely disappeared.

The whole person left the ground, like a flying sword, silently crashing into the three elders of the Confucian and Taoist palaces.

The elephant is invisible, ********.

The bamboo chopsticks that flew around the three elders turned into a streamer of light, stabbing at the spirit of the Qisan people like lightning.

Then, unexpectedly but reasonably, it passed through his chest.

The Qisan people continued to rush forward as if there was nothing.

After the bamboo chopsticks passed through his body, they quickly folded back, interspersed back and forth on his body, and in just one breath, hundreds of holes were pierced through his body.

However, at this moment, the Qisan people are just a wisp of divine soul, so they will naturally not be affected.

In the autumn wind and autumn rain, the Qisan people floated in.

Put your hands together and send them forward.

It seemed to be slow, but in fact, it came to the three elders very quickly.

Like an unsheathed sword.

Even if there is no sword qi and sword intent, there is no sword gang, but it gives people the feeling that it is no different from a sword.

Transform the sword with a divine soul.

His lifelong cultivation and comprehension are all in this thorn.

Around the back of the hand, there are black lines that linger.

That's a crack in space.

No matter how powerful the iron giant was, killing the person in front of him would naturally be able to solve this dilemma and save those tens of thousands of monks.

Attacking the Iron Giant with a Fire Qilin, he was then hit, and finally took the opportunity to get close to the Three Elders and complete the most powerful blow of his life.

All of this is a bureau.

A long-planned assassination plan.

It was the carelessness, or arrogance, of the three elders that gave him this opportunity.

Feeling the terrifying ripples of energy contained in the strange silence, the three elders finally turned around and looked at the wisp of divine soul in front of them.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

He said this, then put down the teapot, pulled the straw sandals off his feet, and slapped them at the hands.

It's very simple, it's very rude, it's arrogant, it's very unreasonable.

On the city wall, Yun Mo frowned slightly.

The straw sandals and the hands collided together, and at the place of impact, countless dazzling brilliance suddenly appeared, the majestic sword qi overflowed, the surging sword intent spread, and the violent sword gang wantonly cut through the space.

With the two of them as the center, the ground suddenly sank, a spiderweb-like crack appeared, and it advanced in all directions at great speed.

The violent breath rippled away, and countless autumn rains flew upside down towards the sky, slower and slower, until they stagnated in the air, turning into crystal round droplets.

Qisanren's hands, under the slapping of the straw sandals that were still sticking to the mud, turned into countless fragments of soul power, which fell one after another.

The Third Elder showed a disappointed expression: "That's it?"

Eight hundred years of cultivation condensed into a powerful blow, just like this was broken by a dirty straw sandal, no matter how resolute Rao is mind is, I am afraid that there will be endless frustration.

But Qisan didn't have the slightest expression on his face, and replied flatly: "Naturally not." ”

"Oh?" the third elder raised his eyebrows and put on his straw sandals with an expectant expression.

There was finally an expression on the face of the Kirisan people.

He was laughing.

The three elders were stunned.

The Qisan man, who had lost his hands, had a flash of absolute color in his eyes, and a black dot appeared out of thin air on his chest, which grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a black vortex the size of a fist, and then, his body twisted and collapsed towards the black vortex.

The third elder's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered, "You want to blow yourself up?" ”

The black vortex was silently suspended in front of him, suddenly speeding up its rotation and shrinking sharply, countless soul power was compressed, transformed into terrifying violent energy, and the surrounding space began to distort.

The Third Elder finally stood up and was about to walk backwards, when two hands suddenly came out of the ground and grabbed his feet.

This sudden change surprised him.

He raised an eyebrow, he had not seen someone in many years who had been able to avoid his divine perception and had been hiding beneath him for so long.

However, "What a fool!" a voice that could not hide the mockery sounded, and the third elder raised his foot sharply, and then suddenly stepped downward.