Su Bai watched Ling Lao's vigorous momentum and hands spraying like waves of fire, and finally put away the cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, and his gaze became extremely solemn. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Even if Ling Lao's secret weapon can't be used, even if Ling Lao's fist and foot attainments are not high, even if Ling Lao is only the weakest level of heroes, but a giant is a giant, this cannot be denied. The challenge of skipping the level is of course a bloody and exciting thing, but Su Bai must also admit that if Han Yue is not in his hands, he is not even qualified to collide with Ling Lao head-on!

"Kill!" Ling Lao's footsteps were longitudinal, crossing three zhang, his palm was like a knife, slashing obliquely, Su Bai felt a hot wind blowing on his face, he didn't dare to slack off, the cold moon rose upward, and the cold broke out.

The incomparable sharpness and penetrating internal strength of the body were slashed together, and there was a strange sound of a saw cutting through steel.

"What kind of weapon is this?" Ling Lao frowned wildly, the ordinary knife was fragile under his palm, and it turned into a pile of scrap iron, but this blade was so sharp that it could cut through his penetrating strength, which was really incredible.

He originally shot at Su Bai's blade, and he thought it was just some kind of trick, but now the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

"I'll tell you when you're dead." Su Bai laughed, and with the sharpness of the cold moon, he struggled to push open Ling Lao's palm and swept it with a simple sweep.

The cold air was snowing, and Ling Lao didn't dare to touch its sharpness, so he hurriedly dodged.

"It's so cold, the heart is dead and the crescent moon is in line with the ancient legendary sword cold moon." Ling Lao was stunned, "Could it be that your sword is really this ancient divine blade?" ”

Su Bai flicked the blade of the knife and made a clanging sound like playing the piano: "No matter what it is, what can kill you is a good knife." ”

Elder Ling snorted lightly: "Don't be ashamed to speak, even if you rely on the benefits of the divine soldiers? Do you think you can fight heroes with a master? Your confidence is disappointing. ”

Ling Lao spoke, but there was a touch of longing and heat in his eyes, if such a divine blade was mastered by him, even if he encountered a hero with more than fifty years of skill, he dared to fight hard, and there was a possibility of victory.

"Grab someone, grab the knife!" Ling Lao didn't just want to run away at this moment, but even the cold moon was going to take it away.

This time the true work of the Grandmaster was lost, but the value of this treasure sword was enough to make up for it, no, it was even far surpassed.

Such a legendary divine weapon has too many mysterious colors.

When he thought of this, Ling Lao frowned again, it was rumored that the cold moon was cold, and he carried Mrs. Xu's resentment before her death, which hurt people and broke their hearts, and it was impossible to suppress it without the qi of the true dragon. Could this Su Bai still be a true dragon? Or is the story of the cold moon just a legend?

Ling Lao would rather believe in the latter, even if this cold moon is not so powerful, rather than believe that his enemy is actually a real dragon.

His mind was full of thoughts, and many thoughts flashed through him at this moment, but his skills did not slow down, he stood on tiptoe and walked around the field, while Su Bai slashed and danced wildly behind him with a knife.

As soon as he lifted his breath, he climbed on the roof of the van, and Su Bai slashed it with a knife, directly splitting the van in half, and the incision was incomparably glorious.

"Giant, can you only dodge?" Su Bai spoke, this spirit elder never fought against him, obviously he was brewing a killing move, he wanted to use words to ridicule each other and disrupt the other party's rhythm.

"Ha, boy, if you don't rely on the sharpness of the sword, can you hold up a move in my hand?" Ling Lao turned his head and sneered.

Su Bai smiled disdainfully: "You just rely on cultivating more than thirty years more than me, if I don't become a grandmaster at your age, I don't want to go out to meet people." ”

Ling Lao's face was slightly red, indeed, he was not a very talented type, he was still dangling at the bottom of the heroes at the age of fifty, and he had not been able to advance an inch for ten years, and this life would probably end here. Where is a genius like Su Bai, who is less than twenty years old, and has more than thirty years of skill, people are really more angry than others.

Su Bai didn't know that his words made the four people hiding on the side of the road look at each other at the moment, but fortunately, there was no light, and no one saw that their faces turned red.

Although Ling Lao was so angry that his chest rose and fell by Su Bai, he was an old man, not the young chick, who was provoked by a few words to fight with Su Bai.

He is indeed brewing a killing move, and as soon as this move comes out, he will definitely restrain Su Bai.

The people of the God of War Palace couldn't understand what Su Bai was talking about, what heroes, what giants, they only knew that watching Su Bai chase the old man all the way, the old man was very angry, but he was still not the opponent of the God of War. That's right, the god of war is invincible!

Taking a sharp breath, Ling Lao's body rose up a foot high.

Su Bai's pupils shrank, knowing that the killing move that Ling Lao had been brewing until now was finally about to be unleashed, his left hand suddenly pinched out a seal, and the mighty battle intent was vented from him.

Ling Lao's body suddenly turned downward, his head downward, and his palms slammed out, and his internal force hung upside down like the water of the heavenly river. The internal strength is separated from the body, but it is more than an inch, but it is ejected like a cannonball.

"Drink!" Feeling the huge pressure above his head, Su Bai roared, and his internal force boiled, pouring into his arm and into the blade of the knife.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the ground at Su Bai's feet suddenly cracked, and the cobwebs spread out in all directions, and the smoke and dust rose loudly.

The smoke and dust dispersed, Su Bai half-knelt on the ground, to the pestle, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and Ling Lao's face was slightly pale, just a blow, the internal strength was too far away from the body, consuming seventy percent of his internal strength, but the effect was also obvious, even with the sharp edge of the cold moon, it was impossible to completely break such a strong internal strength, and Su Bai was injured.

He didn't want to stop, so he suddenly rushed forward, like a sharp arrow, his five fingers like a hook, and grabbed Su Bai's throat.

Su Baiqiang took a breath and fell backwards, his throat wiped by five claws, leaving blood marks.

Su Bai endured the pain and stabbed out hard, causing Ling Lao to retreat.

"A giant is a giant, and it's really extraordinary." Su Bai exhaled.

"In this battle, can you win or lose?"

The corners of Su Bai's mouth curled, "Here, there is only life and death!" ”

Su Bai's eyes suddenly flashed with infinite light, although the viscera was painful, the internal strength in the dantian was still as full as ever.

"I have an autumn moon to make people worry, today watch me kill heroes!" Su Bai shouted, suddenly made progress, the sword light flashed, and the meaning of extinction came, and Wanmu Xiaoxiao, but there was a crescent moon like a hook, straight to the sky.

Three inches below the blade, there is a light blue light flashing, dangerous and bewitching.

Ling Lao's face changed greatly, his palms waved, and the remaining internal energy flowed endlessly, antagonizing each other with the pale blue light.

Su Bai shouted, and the Cold Moon Blade suddenly took off his hand, and his fists smashed down like a hammer, smashing on the body of the Ling Lao who was caught off guard.

Elder Ling was shocked, and gathered all his strength to gather his hands, but he didn't have time to recover the protective body, so he could only resist hard.

"Bang bang!"

The two fists were like beating heavy drums, and Ling Lao's lungs suddenly burst, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He still wanted to retreat, Su Bai picked his toes, the cold moon did not land, he flew upwards by him, he held the knife in his backhand, and suddenly cut horizontally.

The sword light is like a chrysanthemum blooming, and the autumn is full of joy.

The spirit elder was silent, only sixteen stab wounds on his chest, and the wounds were frozen by cold ice and could not bleed.

But the sword qi has already reached the atrium.

Ling Lao was still staring at him in disbelief, he would actually die?

The corners of Su Bai's mouth hooked, and then a knife slashed at his throat bone.