For the old man Xuanjing, the imprint of the Qi Refiner on his body is no longer obvious, he has surpassed the Ten Dao of Qi Xuan, and the current realm is no longer standard with progression, if you insist on how many levels, then the thirteenth level must be surpassed, and now he has been reborn after the cultivation of the chaotic world, like a new life.

Therefore, the qi of his whole body is matched at will, as if it is a qi palace, when he interprets every attack, it is as if he is in a palace of qi, and every time he casts magic powers, he will be softly pushed back.

But he has lived too many years, and he has accumulated too much experience against the enemy, and he felt that Xuanjing's body was like an unbelievable qi palace, and at the same time, he did not stop, but retracted the dust, put his palms together, and slowly rose like a god after reciting Amitabha Buddha in his mouth.

At the same time, pictures appeared around him, there were mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and stars, big trees and houses, every place was vivid, and he turned around and entered the house in the painting.

Xuanjing glanced at the picture, scolded in his mouth, the old immortal, he actually learned and used it, and his fists were closed, suddenly, there were pictures around the old man, surrounded by mountains, gurgling water, and there was a waterfall, the water was turbulent, the people in the hall actually heard the sound of rushing water, the Xuanjing void clicked a little, and saw the waterfall like a door, Xuanjing pierced into it, and the picture disappeared suddenly. And his people are gone.

Only one sentence from the old man was left, you fight hard, beat all the dogs, and I will go to the world of the round land to catch the old immortal.

This kind of picture is really incredible.

The few people who had forgotten the battle were woken up by the old man's words, and the fight was earth-shattering again.

At this moment, Luoxue and Gu Changsheng kept making swords, thousands of flying swords were dense, just like every flying sword had a master to control, the two of them joined forces with the sword to attack Zheng Zhi, who had already made a unique move, and Zheng Zhi entered the old monk and set up an unknown realm around him, the flying sword attack was endless, but he couldn't find the door to attack, and Zheng Zhi was like a fiery eye inside, and he would shoot when he saw a flaw, but there were too many flying swords, and he would lose one or two of them.

And in the enchantment, for him, the loss is not small, because casting spells consumes physical and spiritual power, and he only occasionally loses one or two scattered sword qi, at this moment he is like a mouse hiding in a hole in the ground, and his nest is extremely strong.

If he fought alone with the Sword Immortal Sword Saint, he was sure that he would be able to defeat Gu Changsheng, and Luoxue's sword was too weird, and he had a fifty percent chance of fighting against it, but the two of them were both sword masters, and they had a tacit understanding, so he had to admit that he was not the opponent of the two.

At this moment, facing the layers of sword qi outside, it was as if a team of soldiers were coming, the momentum was huge, and he was a little out of breath, and at this moment he regretted going through this troubled water, he only hoped that Mo Yan could win quickly and come to help him.

And Mo Yan, in addition to the invulnerable armor on his body, has more flute in his hand, the flute is not very powerful, but his beauty lies in dealing with the Confucian Sage's Book of Heaven.

Each of his flute sounds seems ordinary and unorganized, but for the words in the book, it will play a role in disrupting the order, and sometimes the flute sounds together, the words will not be in the original order, the power will be greatly reduced, and there will soon be mistakes.

In all fairness, even if Mo Yan didn't have armor to protect himself, his cultivation was enough to compete with Chang Zhichun, not to mention that he still had such a magic weapon, so when Chang Zhichun's Heavenly Book was controlled, he took back the spirit decision he used, took over a sword handed over by the Sword Saint, and fought again.

The Confucian saint used a sword, and there was some surprise.

His sword is not as smooth and majestic as falling snow, and it is not as fast as Gu Changsheng's sword, but each of his swords is full of vigor, steady and steady, and quite stylish.

Gu Changsheng's sword is definitely not an ordinary sword, how can the sword of the Sword Saint be an ordinary sword, it is not a problem to sharpen iron like mud, and more importantly, it condenses the spirit of the Sword Saint, such a sword is held in the hands of the Confucian Saint, and then condenses the powerful internal force of the Confucian Saint and hits Mo Yan's eyes.

"If the armor is invulnerable, I will attack your naked place."

Mo Yan was shocked by the power of the sword and took a few steps back.

But he didn't retreat far and it was a spin, the whole person was like a peng spreading his wings and pounced on Chang Zhichun, the armor on his body was completely open, like a monster that swallowed people, his whole body was covered with barbs, Mount Tai rolled down like a top, and at the same time the flute in his hand was swung out, taking advantage of Chang Zhichun to dodge, a flute hit his back, Chang Zhichun hurriedly retreated, but was still hit, he stumbled a few times, and finally stood firm.

Mo Yan didn't give him a chance at the moment, the flute was played, and at the same time, the armor quickly lengthened, like a long vine wrapped around Chang Zhichun's arm.

At death's door.

Seeing this, Gu Changsheng was about to withdraw from the barrier besieging Zheng Zhi, and Luoxue shouted loudly, so he stabilized his mind, once he withdrew, everything he had done before would come to naught.

And Zheng Zhi is in a predicament, crying bitterly, his true strength has been consumed a lot, once the nodule is broken, his fate will definitely be swallowed up by the sword qi, at this moment he is struggling to support, looking forward to Mo Yan's quick victory.

Luo Xue had already seen his mind clearly, his thousands of sword winds surrounded the nodules, he shouted, and a divine sword appeared behind him, Luo Xue blew on the sword body, and the sword was inserted straight into the enchantment, and slowly broke an inch. Seeing this, Zheng Zhi was taken aback, and urged the internal force again and again, Gu Changsheng knew that the opportunity could not be wasted, he also accumulated the internal strength, and said "Go", and saw that all the swords were stronger than before, and they were all gathered in the sky above the enchantment.

Zheng Zhi couldn't hold on any longer, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, the enchantment shattered, and thousands of small swords were inserted into his body.

It was a foregone conclusion, Luo Xue and Gu Changsheng didn't even look at it, and turned back to support Chang Zhichun.

And Chang Zhichun was under the pressure of the armor, seeing that it could no longer be supported, at this time, the assistance of the two was like rain falling from the sky, and suddenly the pressure receded, and the three of them attacked back to back, attacking the seemingly unbreakable armor at the same time.

The swords of the three men formed a circle, and the armor rushed everywhere but could not find an exit.

The three-person wheel battle was like this, Chang Zhichun stood directly opposite Mo Yan, seeing Mo Yan's movements, his mind turned sharply, and he suddenly sacrificed the Book of Heaven, turning a page from it, he held up the "broken words" in his hand, and saw the broken words hovering in the air, and after a while, they were shattered, and those broken words attacked Mo Yan's eyes, nose, mouth, and feet in armor.

Mo Yan shouted, and the meaning of those words turned into a trace of qi and entered his body, and his armor fell off one after another at this time, and finally fell into pieces and fell on the hall.

Mo Yan shouted, and was about to retreat, but the Sword Immortal and the Sword Saint were already in front of him, and as soon as he made a move, it was a lightning-fast sword blade, and he turned around again, but Chang Zhichun's sword book at this moment had already arrived, and it was the word "pressure" that poured down from the top of his head.

Two swords, a book, instantly cut off Mo Yan's head.

The three of them stood here and were silent for a long time, if it weren't for the three of them working together, this Mo Yan would not be able to be convinced with a magic weapon alone, and now there was only the battle of the old man Xuanjing.

Luoxue asked: Shall we go to find it?

Chang Zhichun shook his head, they went to the world of the round sky, we have no door to enter, we are also one of the five saints, and the old man of Xuanjing has already surpassed this realm.

"I bet to win".

Gu Changsheng said slowly, the spirit of the old man Xuanjing had already suppressed Shi Yan, and with this perseverance, he would definitely win.

Chang Zhichun smiled, who said it wasn't?

The sky is round in the world.

Shi Yan entered the house and then came out again, standing on a vast land, standing there quietly and waiting.

The old man Xuanjing came faster than he imagined, and when he saw him, he scolded: I said Shi Yan Lao'er, what are you doing here? It's really an old man who has a lot of shit, and his temper is weird, not to mention that he has a lot of empty heads, just beat it!

Shi Yan looked at the Xuanjing, which was much shorter than himself, and didn't care about his words at all, because he found that if he cared, he couldn't find it at ease, although he didn't care, he pretended not to care, but at least he felt a little better, and he couldn't scold, so he had to explain: "The hall is too dull, come out here to breathe."

Xuanjing smiled: "You old man, you still like to lie at such an age, isn't this your cultivation ground? You step on the seven stars and gossip, the fork of the celestial geography, you just want to trap me here?"

Shi Yan was exposed, but he didn't move, so do you dare to give it a try?

The old man of Xuanjing laughed, all over the world, there is no Lao Tzu to be afraid of, it is the old man of the heavenly palace, I have to say something if I am not happy, let alone you?

Xuanjing has this self-confidence, for a person refining qi in his realm, what magic weapon is it, moving mountains and seas, swallowing mountains and rivers, etc., is a trivial matter.

Shi Yan frowned, didn't speak, but after turning around in place a few times, he saw that the scenery around him had changed several times, the mountains were rivers, the water was trees, and the river was under his feet, and he himself, standing on a small boat in the middle of the river, the old man in a big red robe was frozen in the painting.

Xuanjing was like thousands of miles away from him after he changed the scene, he sneered, stomped a few times on the spot, and saw that the originally flat land rose rapidly, and after a while, it became a mountain, Xuanjing's palm was slightly supported, and the mountain actually flew up, and after a while, it traveled thousands of miles to the river of Shiyan, Xuanjing said "fall", and saw that the entire mountain was filled with half of the river, cutting the river in half.

Shi Yan sighed, the Seven Star Bagua Array I walked was separated and broken by your mountain, and it was really a junior talent, I underestimated you.

Xuanjing was about to scold, Shi Yan didn't want to hear it, he flew up from the boat, and with both hands, the mountain was pushed out by him lightly, Xuanjing also said good, and with a little finger, he saw that the river was surging rapidly like a rising tide, and it was sucked dry by his fingers in a moment. Suddenly, the river dried up, the surrounding leaves withered, and the previous landscape and bird forest immediately turned into dead trees for spring.

Shi Yan was shocked, and Xuanjing laughed.

You old man, you have a lot of eyes, do you think I'm too kind-hearted, or do you think I won't destroy beautiful things, I really almost fell in love with you.

Shi Yan sighed, and almost the formation was set up by me again, and it was destroyed by you.

The mountain is removed, the water and gas come from it, as long as the surrounding trees and flowers have spiritual brilliance, and they are constantly accumulating bits and pieces, they will absorb the spiritual power of the Xuanjing, which is the array he has arranged.

But Xuanjing did not hesitate to destroy it without any hesitation. If he hesitates a little, even if he sucks a strand of his hair, it will be too late for Xuanjing to regret it in this world.

It can only be said that the name is well deserved.

Originally, I thought that this dwarf would only talk nonsense and brag, but I didn't expect it to have real skills.

Shi Yan didn't dare to underestimate him anymore, put away his mind, and with a little in his hand, he saw that the sky was covered with black clouds in the distance, and the black fog in the air was like strips of ink and blue, swirling in the air, and then it was about to tilt down.

Xuanjing didn't think about it, stretched out his fist, and the one under his feet quickly slid forward, the fist wind was aimed at the black fog, and he attacked with one punch, and saw the black fog disperse at once!

Before it was about to be formed, it was torn apart by a punch from the Xuanjing.

Shi Yan began to move, and with a sweep of his dust, he had already swept the flat ground in front of the old man Xuanjing into a fire, and he swept it again, cutting the mountains behind the Xuanjing to the ground.

In the world of the round sky, you can swing water and fire at will, the old man Xuanjing had expected it, he shook his head and began to gather the qi of the whole body, his qi can be clearly seen in the body, each qi is long, his qi is like a sword, the essence of sword intent, so when the fire came to him, there was no burn, on the contrary, he took a few steps back and burned.

And his aura had already risen, and when the fire receded a few feet back, it exploded rapidly, and he threw himself into the fire, and the fire quickly extinguished when it touched him, and the fire pit in front of him quickly disintegrated, and returned to a flat ground.

Shi Yan was not in a hurry, he stretched out a hand, and that hand was spread out, and it turned out to be a talisman.

The talisman was like a spell cast by him, and it flew into the air quickly, exploding in the air, and it turned into a series of heavenly thunders, and the heavenly thunder slashed towards the old man Xuanjing with unmistakable accuracy.

Seeing the thunder, the old man Xuanjing's face changed slightly, he put his hands together, and muttered: "Hide from the rain"

At the top of the Xuanlen, it turned out to be a huge house, and the house was all made of true qi, the house hovered above his head, when the lightning fell, the house was like a sword, quickly blocked, even if the thunder was rolling, it was all pushed back by the house.

Shi Yan was about to spread out a talisman again, and at the moment when he stretched out his hand, Xuanjing punched violently, only to see that the width that had just come and spread out was brought by the fist wind and shattered into pieces, and Shi Yan's palm oozed a drop of blood.