"Hey, you stinky boy, you're really going to make trouble for the old man."

Seeing Chu Shaoyang asking for help, Lei Potian's helpless voice sounded.

"With the old man's current body, it is impossible to help you, but the old man can lend you something."

"What's that?"

Chu Shaoyang asked suspiciously.

"The power of thunder."

Lei Potian said: "I have three thunder spirits in my body, and I can lend you two traces of thunder spirit power." ”

"What, borrow me two traces of thunder spirit power, and you can deal with this old guy? Is Lei Ling so powerful? ”

Chu Shaoyang was a little unconvinced.

"Hmph, boy, don't underestimate Lei Ling, if it weren't for the old man being a remnant soul body, a scum like Yuanwu Realm, the old man Lei Ling casually released a little thunder and lightning, it would be enough to wipe him out thousands of times."

Lei Potian said disdainfully.

"Rub, it's so powerful, then why don't you lend me all three thunder spirits, only two threads, it's too little."

Rubbing his hands vigorously, Chu Shaoyang said expectantly.

"Ahem......"

However, hearing this, Lei Po almost turned his back on the weather.

"Boy, do you want the old man's life? The old man can live until now, all thanks to these three thunder spirits, if all of them are given to you, the old man will go to the Hades Palace to report. ”

"Two threads is already the limit of the old man."

"That's it, well, two wires are two wires!"

Seeing that the white-haired old man had already fought with Ye Mei, Chu Shaoyang couldn't take care of it so much.

As his words fell, a scorching stream of air rushed into his body.

"Boy, these two traces of thunder spirit power, each trace is equivalent to the full force of the Yuan Martial Realm five full blows, you have to use them carefully."

Lei Potian reminded.

"Is it the full force of the five layers of the Yuanwu Realm? That old guy seems to be a fourfold Yuanwu realm, which should be enough for him to drink a pot. ”

Feeling the imperceptible scorching air flow in his body, Chu Shaoyang's confidence suddenly increased, and he raised his legs and walked towards the field.

"Bang!"

"Ahh

However, just as he walked towards the field, Ye Mei finally lost the opponent after walking a few moves in the opponent's hand, and was blasted away by the white-haired old man's palm, spitting blood from his mouth and falling to the ground.

"Female doll, for the sake of a kid, is it worth it?"

"You're working hard with the old man here, maybe that kid has already run away."

Looking at Ye Mei, who still refused to speak about Chu Shaoyang's whereabouts, the white-haired old man said angrily.

"Old guy, you don't need to provoke me, my grandson was killed by me, and if you have the ability, you will kill me."

However, in the face of the white-haired old man's agitation, Ye Mei was indifferent, and his face was cold.

"Okay, since you are so anxious to find death, the old man will fulfill you!"

Seeing that persuasion was useless, the white-haired old man finally lost his patience, waved his arm, and prepared to kill Ye Meixia.

"A handful of old people, actually shot at a girl, I really don't know how thick your skin is!"

But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Turning his head, he saw a thin young man in black walking out of the woods.

"Boy, you killed my grandson?"

Staring at Chu Shaoyang, when he felt the thunder true qi in his body, the white-haired old man's deep pupils erupted with a monstrous killing machine!

"Yes, I killed your grandson."

Facing the question of the white-haired old man, Chu Shaoyang was not afraid.

"Chu Shaoyang, what are you doing when you come back, do you want to die? Run! ”

Seeing Chu Shaoyang appear, Ye Mei endured the injuries on his body and shouted at him.

Eyes fell on Ye Mei, and when he found out that she was vomiting blood, a fierce murderous intent flashed in Chu Shaoyang's eyes, but he quickly recovered.

"You are here to fight for me, if I really escape, then I, Chu Shaoyang, am still a man?"

Turning around slowly, Chu Shaoyang looked at the white-haired old man and said, "My grandson was killed by me, what is the matter with you coming at me." ”

As he said this, a trace of thunder spirit power appeared in the palm of his hand.

As long as the opponent makes a move, he will not hesitate to fight back.

"Elder, this son is only the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm, if you let the elder kill him personally, then he will definitely lose face afterwards, it is better to let the disciple do it for you."

However, before the white-haired old man could make a move, a thin young man with a seven-fold Spirit Martial Realm suddenly stepped out and hugged his fists towards him.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man was stunned, and immediately swept his eyes around, and when he found that many sect disciples were passing by.

He groaned slightly, then looked at this disciple with a vicious face and said: "That's good, but you have to remember, first abolish his cultivation, abolish his limbs, dare to kill my grandson, I want to make his life worse than death." ”

"Yes."

Turning around slowly, the thin young man pulled out the long sword behind him, looked at Chu Shaoyang, and showed a look of disdain.

"With your sixfold cultivation in the Spirit Martial Realm, it is impossible to kill Senior Brother Yan at all, it must have been that little slut who injured him that you took the opportunity to sneak attack."

"Let me end your life today."

As the words fell, the thin young man stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand turned into a Dao sword shadow, stabbing towards Chu Shaoyang.

"You can insult me, but you shouldn't scold her!"

When he saw that Ye Mei would rather die than tell the white-haired old man where he was, Chu Shaoyang unconsciously had a trace of inexplicable feelings for this beautiful girl, and when he heard the other party insulting her at this moment, a murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Look, isn't that the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion? What is he doing, has he found the two men who killed his grandson? ”

Just as the thin young man rushed towards Chu Shaoyang, those disciples who were passing by suddenly came over curiously.

"Lingwu Realm Sevenfold, you also want to kill me?!"

"Get out!"

However, in the face of the sword shadow in the sky, Chu Shaoyang directly ignored it, and his body swept out.

"Smack!"

The next moment, only a crisp slap sounded, and everyone was shocked to see that the thin young man vomited blood, flew upside down, and when he fell to the ground, his broken teeth spit out to the ground.

Spank!

Facing the sevenfold martial artist of the Spirit Martial Realm, Chu Shaoyang only used one slap!

"The sixfold peak of the Lingwu Realm faced the sevenfold of the Lingwu Realm, and he only used one slap, no wonder he dared to kill the grandson of the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, this kid is strong enough!"

Seeing this scene, the onlookers were secretly surprised.

"Xiao Yun, you go and slaughter this little beast for me!"

Compared with everyone, seeing this scene, the white-haired old man's face was extremely gloomy, his eyes swept to the disciples under his door, and shouted at a white-clothed young man with an indifferent face.

This person was the strongest person among his disciples in the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and his cultivation had reached the eightfold peak of the Spirit Martial Realm.

Such cultivation is even stronger than his grandson.

If he can't even kill Chu Shaoyang with such a cultivation, then when the time comes, even if he doesn't have to face it, he will kill Chu Shaoyang.

"Yes."

Hearing the elder's summons, Xiao Yun carried the long sword on his back, walked out of the crowd with an indifferent face, and walked towards Chu Shaoyang with an incomparably domineering momentum.

"Lingwu Realm Eightfold Peak?"

Feeling the coercion brought by the other party, Chu Shaoyang frowned.

The eightfold peak of the Spirit Martial Realm is already almost the same as his strength.

If you want to win, you have to see who has the best martial arts!