Although the boy in the forest became an obstacle and stopped his own people, there are still many people who are coming to this place of right and wrong.

The young man, who was originally calm and indifferent, suddenly turned his head to look in the northwest direction, where there was a mountain, and the young man looked at the mountain with a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

Suddenly, the clouds above this mountain peak surged, and it was obviously a rainy cloud, and it was indeed out of thin air that thousands of remnant clouds were born, and the stars rolled together.

A soft sigh came from the top of the mountain, but a calm voice sounded after this sigh: "Why sigh??"

This seems to be an ordinary conversation, but it seems a little abrupt against the backdrop of such scenes and moments.

However, in the current situation, this does not seem to be an anachronistic thing.

It gives a sense of disobedience but not obtrusiveness

An old man stood on the top of the peak, his hair was white, although there were wrinkles between his eyebrows, but his figure was not rickety, he still stood straight, but the dry skin showed the traces left on him by the past years, and his eyes seemed to flow with endless wisdom, he was an old man, a truth

An old man in his last years.

A man in black carried a long knife like a moon on his back, from far to near. Flying down on the peak, I saw the man's feet on the ground, gentle and extraordinary, without a trace of dust.

His expression was very cold, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he looked at the old man, and took a half step forward with his right foot, which looked a little powerful.

It can be seen that he wanted to suppress the old man from the beginning.

It was naturally the old man who sighed earlier, and it was this man who was asking.

The old man looked at the man for a while before he slowly spoke: "Fuyunlou is not a deception, naturally it is not because of fear. ”

The man said: "After the Fuyun Tower has been hiding in the snow mountain, Lie Yunsheng has been sealing the sword for many years, why dare I be the enemy of the Meng family?"

"The so-called power of the Meng family is nothing more than that, just relying on a long skirt, my generation sneered, why don't you dare?"

After hearing this, the man was a little annoyed, because he couldn't refute the old man's words, this is not just the old man who sees it this way, but most people in the world look at the Meng family like this, and everyone knows that the reason why the Meng family has risen is because of the queen in their family.

However, although he said that, there are very few people who dare to say this in front of the dream family now.

The man didn't speak angrily, just looked at the old man coldly.

"If you don't move, I won't move, but if you move, you will die. The moment the old man who seemed to be in his last years said this, a momentum rose, and the remnant clouds above his head surged faster.

"If you had been younger, I might have left today. The man just said this, but the old man naturally understood the meaning of the words.

"If I'm outside, I may really be a little old, as you said, but here it's enough, because in this, everyone is in the same realm, more than the cultivation experience, the road I have walked more than you, and I have seen more than you, so age has become my advantage. ”

The old man looked at the man and said this as usual, as if he was saying something insignificant, and his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.

The man looked at the old man and said, "There are a lot of people tonight, even if I don't go over, I will earn money by killing you, since I am here, do you think that such a few fluttering words can send me away? ”

An aura rose from the man, and although it did not carry any great power, his face became completely cold.

Although the man looked at the cold storage calmly, he was a little uncontrollable anger in his heart, because in his opinion, if the old man in front of him was in the ordinary world, where would he be his opponent, how could he talk in front of him, which made him feel that he was despised by his back, he was a very proud person, and he couldn't tolerate half of the contempt of others, not to mention that he was surnamed Meng.

Although the man was angry, he did not lose his composure, and waited until the momentum had almost accumulated.

He took a deep breath and held out his hand back.

He began to draw his sword, perhaps because he had drawn it with too much force, and some sparks appeared between the blade and the scabbard that were caused by some hard objects rubbing against each other.

As the long knife was pulled out, the old man felt that the temperature around him seemed to drop a few points in an instant, and the afterglow at the eyelids fell on the man's knife, and he saw countless white misty qi emanating from the knife.

The man glanced at his blade, his confidence was even greater, and the momentum on his body increased by another point, and at the same time, a huge aura continued to spread, and the old man felt a dangerous atmosphere.

In just a moment, the man abandoned all the distractions in his heart and focused all his attention on the knife in his hand, and pure killing intent began to appear on his body.

As soon as his hand was raised, the cold knife in his hand slashed at the old man in the air.

With his sword, he slashed out.

A cold air spread violently, and the rain that originally fell in the sky instantly turned into a piece of crystal, and all the rain on the route cut by this knife was instantly frozen, and a short vacuum appeared, and countless snow-white knife qi cut like yellow paper flying all over the sky, and in the blink of an eye, those frozen raindrops turned into powder.

However, in the face of such a knife momentum and a compelling cold, the old man where the blade was directed did not panic, and had too many reactions.

A strong wind rose on the ground, and the clouds rolled down from the sky

The old man's hand only lightly grabbed upward, and a remnant cloud that rolled down was removed from the sky like a curtain.

A soft, thick breath emanated from the remnant cloud that was grasped in the old man's hand.

The old man grabbed the half-roll remnant cloud, this half-roll remnant cloud didn't look brilliant, ordinary couldn't be more ordinary, just like the old man was holding a rag in his hand at the moment.

The man, however, smelled the danger that penetrated his heart.

The old man threw the remnant cloud forward, blocking in the direction of the man's sword, and the remnant cloud that flew out began to peel off layer by layer, and then turned into countless tiny clouds.

Every tiny cloud struck like a moth to a fire towards the cold blade.

These tiny clouds smashed on the blade one by one, seemingly useless, but in fact, the blade began to deflect to the side little by little as it was struck again and again.

The man felt the heavy and long power coming from the knife, and felt like the water of a great river, and he let out a roar, and the knife in his hand turned into a slash and cut several knives in a row.

The cold sword light instantly slashed many tiny clouds!

Seeing that all the clouds will dissipate away,

The old man didn't make any extra movements, just simply continued to raise his hand, and plucked a remnant cloud from the sky above his head, only this time the remnant cloud was a few points larger than the previous one.

Then he made his first move.

The old man just took a step forward.

A wave of air suddenly rose from under the old man's feet.

At the same time, the old man grabbed the remnant cloud with his hand and smashed it into the air above the man's head.

This blow instantly erupted with a thunderous force, as if the power of the remnants of the sky was borrowed by the old man and integrated into this blow.

The men's alliance swung his sword to block, but the moment the blade touched the remnant cloud, the man was like being hit hard, and an endless giant that he had never felt instantly tilted out from the remnant cloud, and poured directly into his body along the blade.

After this blow, the old man did not continue to strike.

A "clang" sounded.

The blade of the knife on the top of the man's head was broken in half, and it fell to the ground with a sound.

The man looked at the old man not far away in disbelief, and then he saw that the old man's chest was rising and falling violently, and a lot of shouts had flowed out of his face, and even the next moment, the old man held his knees with both hands and began to gasp for air.

It turned out that he was not as relaxed as he saw, and then the man's body burst into a cloud of blood mist after a moment, followed by a sound, and it exploded into countless pieces of minced flesh and fell to the ground.

The half of the blade fell to the ground, still refracting a little cold light, as if to confirm a big battle that had just taken place here............