Blood spilled from the corners of the man's mouth, and droplets of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, falling into the air, and then crashing into the ground, shattering into blood flowers. He wiped the corners of his mouth nonchalantly and cast his indifferent gaze on the other side.

Li Wuming on the other side was not having a good time. The white robe on his body had multiple scratches, like rags, revealing his lean but muscular upper body. His skin was torn apart, and blood spilled out, staining his robes red as they swayed in the wind.

Li Wuming swiped his hand in front of him, and a golden light flowed with his movements, and finally turned into a ball of golden light like a ball of water in the palm of his hand. He even had the energy to laugh twice: "My golden years, how does the golden tide taste?" ”

"Not good." The man in the cloth sneered, his voice as hoarse as a crack. He stretched out his crutches and pointed forward, and two currents of wind parted from the storm around him, striking the opposite side with the characteristic whistling sound of the wind.

Li Wuming pursed his lips and snorted, and the golden light in his hand moved forward, melting like flowing water, and recasting into a brilliant golden light shield. The shield of light was like a small round sun, standing still in the wind, and two streams of wind struck the shield of light, shattering into countless whirlwinds on the surface.

He shook his hand, and the golden shield of light melted back into a cloud of golden light, hovering above his palm. "Until now, are you still using this child-like trick to test me?" The corners of Li Wuming's mouth hooked up a mocking arc, but he was helpless in his heart.

It's clear that the man in the coat isn't going to fight him because of Loftus-Cheek – Loftus-Cheek isn't that important – and so is he. Therefore, such a tip-tip of the iceberg has become the main tone, which makes Li Wuming feel like he can't use it on cotton.

Wen Jin, who was inside the golden barrier, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Based on his experience, he naturally sensed that the situation would not develop in a more serious direction. "So, let's let this farce end as soon as possible." He looked at the man in the cloth, his forehead faintly burning, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his pupils.

Li Wuming's face became serious, and his usual grinning expression disappeared, like a soft water plate formed into ice. His hand brushed over the Qiankun Ring, and a purple vortex emerged from it, condensing into a shining crystalline, purple jade-like flying sword, which was his natal flying sword "Zi Yuan".

Li Wuming's fingers circled around his head a few times, and Zi Yuan's sword moved at will, hovering above his head. He faced the man in the cloth, his eyes showed some sarcasm slightly, and he stretched out his hand to the opposite side, and Zi Yuan suddenly trembled, like the wings of a flying insect.

The purple light on the purple abyss became brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter, and finally it was a little dazzling, like a purple sun. Almost instantly, it turned from extremely static to extremely moving, and with a piercing scream, it rushed towards the man in the cloth.

The screams grew louder and faster, until they turned into a loud sound that exploded in everyone's ears. Guo Ke and You Jiao'er, who were less powerful, felt a little dizzy in their heads, and unconsciously covered their ears, as if there were thousands of floaters humming in their ears.

Zi Yuan crossed the distance between him and the man in the cloth in less than a second. The air seemed to condense into substance, and it was cut by Zi Yuan's sword, turning into endless wind and waves. The wind hit the man before the sword qi, blowing his hair in the air and blowing his coat with a loud noise.

The light of the purple abyss fell in the air, turning into a purple streamer, purple and a little red. The entire sword melted into the purple light, and it spread out like a purple stream, and behind it was a long wave of white qi.

The purple light was reflected in the slightly flustered pupils of the man in the silk cloth, getting closer and closer, closer and closer, until the purple light was like a flame in the depths of his eyes. But after all, the man in the cloth was also a strong man in the Jindan period, and he pointed the crutch in his hand forward, and the storm followed his movements, surging outward.

Countless wind blades, whirlwinds, and wind currents were born in this stormy wind. Zi Yuan burst into it headlong, and immediately received countless cuts and countless impacts, making a piercing clanging sound and creaking.

But Zi Yuan cut everything apart and rushed out of the storm without relentlessness, and his body was undamaged, still shining like a precious jade. The storm was sliced open, shattering into waves of qi behind Zi Yuan, sweeping away, pulling up the grass and trees.

The man's pupils contracted suddenly, and he stretched out his crutches and pointed forward. Zi Yuan turned into a streamer, hitting the crutch right onto it, all the strength condensed at one point, and then exploded violently, and the shock wave spread outward wave after wave. The man's arms trembled, like feathers trembling in the wind.

Zi Yuan kept trembling and let out a soft groan of dissatisfaction, but the withered cane in the man's hand did not break, but stubbornly stood between Zi Yuan and his master. The man in the cloth stretched out his hand and waved, and Ziyuan was swept away.

Li Wuming sighed, stretched out his hand, and Zi Yuan flew away reluctantly, holding a bright sword flower in the air, returning to his master's side, suspended in the air. He casually touched the purple jade-like sword body, knowing in his heart that another temptation had failed.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the man in the cloth hidden under the hat, and his face was slightly hideous. He couldn't tolerate Li Wuming's provocation, and the wind all over his body was agitated, and there seemed to be a storm brewing faintly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a tremble, the hairs on his body unconsciously stood up, and cold sweat precipitated like a spring. He looked at a place with some horror, where Wen Jin and the others were.

There, Wen Jin looked directly at him, but there was a sense of superiority in his eyes. His pupils turned from dark black to pale gold, and the gold faded and took over his eyes. His pupils slowly contracted, then elongated, forming a needle-like vertical pupil, with some indifference that had witnessed eternity.

The man in the coat widened his eyes. Wen Jin looked at him indifferently, the vertical pupils in his eyes burned like flames, and a red and purple mark flashed on his forehead. With a bang, the gold in Wen Jin's eyes spread out, drowning the man in the cloth like a tide.

In the dimness, there seemed to be a grand being who turned his head and looked at him. His scales shone like fire, and his mountain-like body was suspended in the clouds of thunder and lightning, and the golden pupils in his eyes overlapped with Wen Jin's eyes.

The man's fear could not be hidden, and he surged out like a flood. He pinched the spell in his hand, and a cyan streamer floated away from his body, stalling at his feet. He stepped on the flying sword and flew off into the distance in a panic, turning into a blue light.

Li Wuming on the other side was a little ignorant, he touched his hair embarrassedly, and muttered, "Am I so terrible?" ”