Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream.

Although Yan Lao is a person who has half a foot in the coffin, he is by no means a white bone dust, and when he has cultivated to this realm, age is actually no longer so important, at least for the masters of the Mahayana period, if nothing else, it is trivial to live a few hundred years old.

Not only that, but for cultivators, age is like your resume, the older you get, the more powerful it is. In fact, whether it is the Long family, the Ling family, or the Ji family, the most powerful will never be the head of the family, but the old people who seem to be dying.

Just like the Sikong ancestor of the Sikong family at the beginning, although Yan Lao's qualifications are not up to this standard, his years of hermit practice have made his perception basically close to that of these older generations.

Wang Feixiong held a scimitar in his hand, and a little cold glow shone in everyone's eyes from time to time. His speed was extremely fast, and he gave his best to every attack, which also made Wei Jiu and the others cheer up. But gradually, Wei Jiu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, no matter how powerful Wang Feixiong's attack was, as long as the slash missed, it would be useless.

It is true that the speed of speaking old is almost out of ordinary understanding.

Seeing the afterimage brought out by Yan Lao when he moved, Wei Jiu and Long Donghua only thought that it was an accident, but this collision made them understand that Yan Lao's understanding of speed had far exceeded the limit of the Mahayana period.

Although Wei Jiu knew that Yan Lao was very strong, but the realm was there, no matter how exquisite his cultivation was, Wei Jiu didn't think that he could fight a draw with Wang Feixiong in the late Mahayana period, and he faintly gained the upper hand.

Long Donghua on the side also smiled faintly, and said softly, "Could it be that living in seclusion in Hongchen can really improve one's comprehension and mastery of the law to a higher level? Even when the Yan family was in the middle of the day in Jinghua, I am afraid that the people of the Wang family with the highest strength would not be able to reach such a powerful point, right?"

In fact, it is true, even Wei Jiu feels that he has always underestimated this old man of the Yan family.

Finally, the scimitar in Wang Feixiong's hand slowed down a little, and the half-hour offensive did not add half a wound to Yan Lao's body. After enduring it again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, Wang Feixiong scolded angrily, "What do you mean by being an old thing? If you want to fight, what does it mean to hide all the time!"

"Hehe, are you angry?" Yan Lao Feng picked it up and said sarcastically softly, "I said, the deputy head of the Wang family is nothing more than that!"

In this scene, I am afraid that only Long Donghua can see it clearly, and a trace of cold sweat seeps out from time to time on Yan Lao's forehead. Such a high-intensity dodge and defense is a kind of torture both physically and mentally, how can he bear it? Every step and every movement needs to be calculated extremely carefully and carefully, and if he slows down, he will definitely be forced by Wang Feixiong's scimitar.

Although it seems that such a tactic is very powerful, only he knows in his heart that if it lasts for half an hour, he will be defeated. So at this moment, all he can do is to try to disturb Wang Feixiong's mind with his words, so that he gradually messes up, so that he can find a flaw in it and win with one blow.

"Old thing, rely on the old and sell the old!" Sure enough, Yan Lao's provocative words completely angered Wang Feixiong, and he only heard him scold, "I want to see how long you can be arrogant, an old thing!"

In the end, he completely lost his square inch, no matter what, he is the deputy head of the Wang family, when has he suffered such humiliation?

"What are you doing? He's already at the end of his crossbow, don't be impulsive, calm down!!" Wang Shatian jumped up angrily again, and shouted loudly, but Wang Feixiong at this time couldn't listen to him at all.

Although he guessed that Yan Lao was very strong, Wang Feixiong was a master in the late Mahayana period, and he was only one step away from him. It's just that things seem to have developed in a direction that he can't control, and Wang Feixiong was forced to retreat step by step.

What makes Wang Shatian even more chilling is that Wang Feixiong, who has followed him for many years, is so useless, and he is provoked by Yan Lao in a few words, can such a person become a big thing? Wang Shatian has already scolded in his heart, but with Long Donghua present, he can no longer intervene in the situation on the scene.

Since Wang Feixiong messed up, Yan Lao finally breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, everything was still under his control.

After a pause, those illusory afterimages dissipated one after another, this kind of speed was a little too exhausting of physical strength, and Yan Lao was very shrewd, so he naturally didn't want to consume it in vain. As soon as the palm of the hand was raised, the crimson brilliance was condensed in the left hand, and the purple brilliance was condensed in the right hand.

Red Flame and Purple Thunder, these are the two elemental powers that Yan Lao has cultivated.

Back then, in Jinghua, Yan Lao was also like a normal cultivator, entering the Tao with a sword, and his practice was naturally martial arts. But later, when he cultivated his mind in seclusion, he abandoned the cold soldier iron weapon and devoted himself to studying and cultivating the power of the elements. And he himself was gifted when he was young, and at that time he awakened the two elements of fire and thunder, but he never paid attention to it, and when he re-practiced it in the later years, he was naturally like a fish in water, and his progress was so fast that it was amazing.

Finally, he gradually forgot the posture of holding the sword, gradually forgot those gorgeous sword moves, and the rest was only a memory of communicating with the elements and using them.

As soon as the two elements are fused, the thunder carries the fire and the fire discharges, which complement each other and the effect is amazing.

The fire element and the thunder element are of the same origin, so there has been a saying about thunder and fire since ancient times, and these two elements are also pure attack power, and the power generated by superimposing them naturally shocked everyone.

The one who felt the most was not Wei Jiu or Long Donghua, but Wang Feixiong, who was fighting against him.

The scimitar directly passed through the defensive layer that Yan Lao cultivated and slashed directly at Yan Lao's body, but it didn't seem to be as smooth as he imagined. Just pushed in front of Yan Lao, he was imprisoned by the element in Yan Lao's hand, and the crimson brilliance slowly shrouded his scimitar, and then it was replaced by a crimson purple brilliance. The two brilliances alternated from time to time, the only constant was that they devoured his scimitar without listening, and spread all the way towards his arm.

At that moment, a strange sensation came, a touch like a burning flame appeared on his arm. Wang Feixiong was stunned, he hadn't experienced this feeling for many years. But that's not all, I saw that immediately after, it was as if it was numb by lightning.

Finally, Wang Feixiong reacted that the old man in front of him was not a good stubble.

As soon as he bit his teeth, his other hand hurriedly swung out, and quickly moved on the arm where he held the short knife, and he naturally remembered the location of those acupoints clearly.

The palm of the hand was loosened weakly, and the short knife in the hand flew out and was thrown far away. Wang Feixiong exhaled heavily, and finally got rid of this negative state. It's just a cost, but it's also very big, he can feel that the aura in his body has been completely disrupted, and even his own weapon has been taken off.

"Until now, do you still think that I am relying on the old and selling the old?" Yan Lao raised his head, looked at Wang Feixiong, who was still snorting coldly, and said in a low voice, "Since this is the case, I will let you see all my strength!"

"Fire Forbidden Spell - Red Flame Burning Sky!"

"Thunder's Forbidden Spell • Purple Thunder Rush"

The crimson brilliance and purple brilliance instantly swallowed the entire sky, such a scene, I am afraid that Long Donghua is the only one to see in his life, after all, in today's China, martial arts are respected, martial arts are the majority, and there are very few people who cultivate the elements.

Skyrim was covered with a thick barrier of elements, and no one could see what was going on inside. Raging flames poured down from the sky, completely filling the space where Wang Feixiong was, and at the same time, the sky that had long been obscured by dark clouds rained terrifying lightning from time to time, each of which contained this shocking landscape.

"Elder Yan, I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration to be called the god of Huaxia, right? After today, Huaxia, which respects martial arts....will set off a frenzy of cultivation elements, right?" Long Donghua sighed in a low voice.

Everyone was also noncommittal, compared to this kind of power, it was difficult for ordinary martial cultivators to achieve. But at this moment, no one had the heart to answer his question, and they all watched the battle on the field intently.

Finally, the intense brilliance dissipated, and everyone's vision finally became clear.

On the arena, only Yan Lao was left standing, although he looked weak. But compared to the Wang Feixiong who was lying on the ground, ragged and blackened, he was definitely a winner.

"You've already lost, don't struggle!" Yan Lao said sharply.

"I throw in the towel... I admit defeat!" Wang Feixiong hurriedly shouted, and hurriedly admitted defeat, although he was the deputy head of the Wang family, although he had cultivated the late stage of Mahayana, but he was no longer willing to bear such a terrifying heavenly might.

The scene once again became empty, and the final result of the battle of one win and one loss was still difficult to predict.

When Wang Jianhan stood on the arena, Wei Jiu's side took a breath of cold air one after another. Wang Jianhan's strength is only in the merger period, and it is not as good as the two who came out of the station before, but even so, Wei Jiu's side has not been able to send suitable people to fight.

Wang Xutian is a scheming person, naturally he will not do things that he is not sure of, he has already investigated the forces of Jiuyitang, the Yue family and the Yan family clearly, and it is also because he is convinced that no one can pose a threat to Wang Jianhan except Wei Jiu, so he dares to make such a decision. As for Wei Jiu, as long as Wei Jiu makes a move now, everything will be better, and in the next two games, no one can stop his arrogance.

"I'll come, this person, leave it to me!" Just as Wei Jiu and the others were anxiously considering, a light female voice came, everyone was shocked, and when they turned their faces to look, the expression on Wei Jiu's face gradually became complicated.