"Looks like I'm really underestimating you. ”

The old man in the elevator walked out step by step with a cane, this is an ordinary old man, not tall, with a little sparse hair, a little fat figure, wearing a white vest and a button-down white shirt, wearing a pair of black shorts and a pair of brown rubber slippers on the lower body, he is holding a crutch with a round head and a straight tail on his right hand, isn't this the most ordinary image of the park old man in the south?

But Shevin knew him, and they had met at the door of the public toilet last week.

"Who are you?" Leng Zimo asked.

"It is worthy of being the grandson of my senior brother, he put on the orange robe of the Leng family at a young age, and the little brother next to him is not simple, he didn't exert much force, so he restrained my Shura blood to death. Sure enough, there are talented people in the country, and I, an old guy, will soon step aside. ”

The old man said it lightly on the surface, as if he was chatting with the two juniors, but in fact, Xiwen and Leng Zimo both felt the powerful spiritual pressure released from him, and every time he took a step closer, the sense of oppression increased by a point, and the two of them would be forced to take a step back.

"Are you the traitor my grandfather said hurt my mother?" Leng Zimo shouted.

It seemed that the word "traitor" pierced his nerves, he paused and stopped his steps with his crutches, changed his fake kindness just now, and stared at Leng Zimo with an expressionless face.

"Traitor? Don't you ask your grandfather Ling Junzi what he did back then? Don't you ask him what his master did to me back then? Which onion are you two hairy boys!"

The more the old man spoke, the more angry he became, and even his whole face was twisted together, and finally his eyes became extremely fierce. He directly stretched out his right palm and struck a strong wind in the air, killing the hairy boy in front of him.

The disparity in strength is too great, in the face of this hostile blow that intends to kill him, Leng Zimo can't resist and avoid it at all, fortunately Xiwen, who reacted in time, stopped in front of Leng Zimo without thinking about it.

With a "ding", the silver thin sword on Xiwen's chest was unexpectedly broken into three pieces by a piece of air, and the two of them were like two kites with broken strings, which were violently knocked into the air and slammed into a load-bearing pillar behind.

If Leng Zimo was pressed behind him and hit the pillar, then he would have to break his bones without changing the meatloaf, so Xiwen also tried his best in mid-air to reach out and pull Leng Zimo back, throwing him to the side, while he hit the pillar behind him defenselessly, and I don't know if it was the pillar or the sound of bones shattering, a fishy sweetness gushed from his throat to his mouth, and was finally sprayed on the ground.

"Xiwen!"

Leng Zimo, who was lying on the ground on his side, was not much better than Xiwen, the blood flowing from his head stained half of his face, he supported the ground with a copper coin sword, and supported half of his body, but it didn't take long to hold on, and the whole person collapsed again.

"Anyway, I'm also your uncle, last time I thought you two were good seedlings to be a Ding Furnace, if you want, I can also think of our uncle and nephew, and spare your lives!" Thinking that the two of them had completely lost their ability to act, the old man said in a smug tone.

Leng Zimo, who was lying on the ground, turned his head in a direction with difficulty, and said with a smile in his eyes:

"Hehe! What a teacher! What an uncle! What an uncle! I'm just a traitor! A traitor who has fallen into a cult!"

"You!good!good!good......!good!

The old man looked angry, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xiwen who stood up, and he looked at the person who still had the strength to stand up, but the next second he was stunned.

"Xiwen, are you alright?" Leng Zimo asked anxiously.

When Leng Zimo turned his head and saw Xiwen, he was also stunned.

Shevin just stood there with his eyes closed, but it gave the impression that he wasn't Hewen. I saw that his head was lowered, a huge skull wing hung on his left back, and his body exuded an aura of death, and under his feet there was a dark shadow that slowly spread around him as the center, and the shadow covered not darkness, but nothingness.

"This ...... How is this possible!How do you have wings?" the old man looked incredulous, pinching his voice like a little girl who had been touched on the ass.

The shadow soon surrounded everyone, Xiwen did not answer him, but slowly opened the black eyes inside, flashed in front of the old man at an abnormal speed, stretched out his right hand and grabbed his face.

After all, he is a cultivated person, and the old man is not a vegetarian, he drifted sideways to the side, raised the crutch and smashed it on Xiwen's head, Xiwen directly raised his right hand and grabbed the crutch, and at the same time slapped the opponent's stomach with his left hand.

Blood gushed out, dyeing Xiwen's white cloak with dozens of plum blossoms, but the old man still held on to his crutches steadily, and still had words in his mouth. In just a few seconds, a circle of golden runes appeared on the crutches held by the two, and black smoke came out of Xiwen's right hand, and then the old man pushed Xiwen away with one palm, jumped not far away, he poked the crutches the ground, and said with a cruel smile:

"Give me all the death!"

A huge circle appeared at his feet, and the old man stood in the middle of the circle and smiled proudly, as if he had won the battle, but after half a day, what he expected did not happen, but the circle became more and more bleak.

"This ......" the old man looked at the ground for a while, and looked at Xiwen for a while, and said, "You can still completely cut off contact with the outside world in this enchantment?!"

Xiwen didn't talk nonsense, he flew directly forward and punched again, the old man raised his hand to block, seeing that the plan failed to succeed, the old man could only fight hand-to-hand. The two of them made moves, and the moves were all fatal, and Leng Zimo was shocked to see it. The two sides traded dozens of rounds, and in the end, the two clapped each other and bounced back. At this time, the old man was ugly, his vest was torn in many places, the few hairs were messy like weeds, and there was only one slipper left under his feet. He was clearly at a disadvantage, and Xiwen, on the other hand, did not have any new injuries other than the injuries he suffered before his transformation.

"Although I don't know where you are sacred, but tonight, I will let you try the power of one of the five divisions of my Spirit Sect, the Imperial Gu Division!" the old man who claimed to be the Imperial Gu Division shouted out this sentence extremely hideously.

With that, he pulled out a gooseneck bottle with a strange pattern, and a white scorpion crept out, and he put it on his chest, chanting a mysterious incantation in his mouth. The white ***, who was originally motionless, suddenly dug open the flesh of his heart with pliers like digging like dirt like crazy, and got into it with a "bang".

"Hahahaha! You all have to die!

Blood poured out of his mouth one after another, and the entire body of the Imperial Gu Division was writhing in an extremely difficult posture, and then he fell directly sideways, the blood vessels in his whole body burst out, and finally with a "click", accompanied by the splash of flesh and blood, a pair of huge pincers grew on his back, and a tail with a sharp needle also grew at the tailbone. He coughed twice, as weak as a dying patient, but it was only a few seconds before he stood up on his tail and looked at Xiwen with his head held high.

When the Imperial Gu Division transformed, Xiwen just looked at him with only black eyes, making it impossible to guess what he thought. But when the old man stretched out two big pincers behind his back, he suddenly had a thought, and a blood-red refining array composed of various complex symbols and runes appeared in front of his feet, and a knight's sword with demonic energy and flames hovering appeared on the refining array little by little, and rose in front of Xiwen.

The sword is narrow and wide at the end, the sword body is divided into two circles, the middle is jet-black, a string of tiny runes is engraved near the sword grid, and the outer circle is blood red, regularly engraved with lightning-like cracks, and from time to time flashes of blazing flames. The sword grid is made of metal, with a hollow inverted cross in the middle, and a pair of slender bat wings extending to both sides, the hilt of the sword is the same as the sword grid, and the tail end converges into a bat head shape, there is no doubt that this is a complete demonic sword.

The battle between the two was on the verge of breaking out again, and the Imperial Gu Division first stretched out his right hand to slap a blast in the air, and then his tail fired several stitches in succession, attacking Xiwen at the same time. Xiwen stretched out his right hand and was about to take the weapon in front of him, but before his hand touched the sword, something happened to everyone's surprise, he fell without warning, everything returned to its original state in a second, the shadow that devoured everyone disappeared, and the demon sword was gone.

But the two moves made by the Imperial Gu Division did not disappear, and it still flew towards Xiwen.

As if he had expected the tragic situation after Xiwen was hit, Leng Zimo turned his head sideways and couldn't bear to close his eyes, and at this moment of life and death, there was a sudden violent vibration on the ground, and a man in black clothes and pants actually flew out sideways on the ground not far in front of Xiwen, directly smashing a large hole in the ground with a diameter of more than two meters wide.

More than a dozen sounds of "puff puff puff ......" sounded, and the poisonous needles completely pierced the man's body, and the subsequent palm wind split his waist in half.

"Ahh

There was a terrible roar, blood was filled, and the intestines and internal organs flowed all over the ground, and the man only roared briefly for a while before he was quiet, Leng Zimo suddenly opened his eyes and saw that his face was once again deeply fixed in his mind, because he was the husband of the female ghost in red.

Immediately after that, six men in black clothes and black pants and a familiar figure in a flaming red robe jumped out of the hole.

"Grandpa!" Leng Zimo shouted these two words with all his strength.

Grandpa Leng Zimo looked for prestige and found Leng Zimo lying on the ground unable to move, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Zimo?!Why are you here?!"

He looked around again, this time reproachfully:

"What are you two doing......?!" He pointed to the Gu Si in front of him and said, "What kind of moth is this?"

Blame is blame, the old man still pulled up Xiwen and jumped next to Leng Zimo as fast as he could, he helped Leng Zimo up, and after quickly checking the injuries of the two, he took out two different pills and stuffed them into the mouths of the two of them.

"Meditate, luck to drive the pill. The old man said to Leng Zimo while putting down Xiwen.

The six people also retreated to the side of the Imperial Gu Division, looking at Leng Zimo's grandfather vigilantly, and one of them looked at the two corpses next to him, and said with red eyes:

"Master, Seventh Senior Brother, he ......."

That Imperial Gu Si didn't listen to his apprentice at all, he directly took two steps forward and said to Grandpa Leng Zimo:

"Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a while, so I don't remember your junior brother and me?"

"Oh! it turned out to be you, I thought you couldn't trap me with that tattered formation, so I was so scared that I wanted to leave your seven apprentices to help you break the queen, why did you make yourself look like this ghost after not seeing you for a while?"

Hearing Grandpa Leng Zimo's cynicism, the original hypocritical old face of the Imperial Gu Division immediately changed, and he said:

"I'm Lingjunzi, there's no need to talk nonsense, tonight I want the heads of your grandfather and grandson to pave the way for the Lord!

As soon as Yu Gu Si's words fell, his remaining six apprentices each took out a gooseneck bottle, and then swallowed the contents of the bottle into their stomachs without hesitation.