"It's just nonsense, the disciples in our sect are in and out strictly, who will have nothing to do to bring you over?" As soon as the half-hundred old man was furious, the green robe began to be windless, obviously a master.

However, Yunhuo still didn't take a look at him.

After all, Mu Huai has died under the invitation moon, is she still afraid of this old man who is a little Taoist and is about to go to heaven?

"Really? So who carried our ten boxes of gold coins into the village? Yun Huosu's hand was raised slightly, and Leng Xiangqin automatically appeared in front of her as if she had eyes.

"You—You're from the court?" The old eyes of the half-hundred old man narrowed slightly,

No matter how he looked, he couldn't tell that this white-faced young man would be a member of the court!

To say that he is a rising star who walks the rivers and lakes is still a bit convincing.

"What? Doesn't look like it, does it? Yunhuo didn't want to talk to him anymore, and his eyes sank: "Don't you hand over the gold coins yet?" ”

She knew that the latter sentence was nonsense, but it seemed that if she didn't say it, it was like something was missing, and she always felt that it was not majestic enough.

After all, that's how it is played on TV.

"If you have the ability, you can come and get it." The half-hundred old man shouted angrily, and when he raised his hand, a silver staff appeared in his hand.

The staff looked much more domineering than Granny Frost's black dragon wooden crutch.

Yunhuo originally thought that this half-hundred-year-old man, like Granny Frost, would directly use this staff to beat him.

But he didn't expect that this half-hundred-year-old man was also a mage martial artist with a bit of Taoism.

I saw him stand the staff in front of him, and then he used his spiritual power to push it, and the staff began to spin rapidly like a spinning top.

Suddenly, the temperature around him began to drop significantly more than ten meters.

Almost in the blink of an eye,

White powder began to appear in the already low temperature, and then quickly formed snowflakes and ice particles......

Eventually, all the snowflakes condensed into a white ice lotus in front of him and swirled endlessly.

All these changes were made in an instant, and they were amazing.

"Ice mage." Yunhuo sneered in a low voice,

Then his fingers swiped Leng Xiangqin, and all the surrounding winds ignited a fire in an instant, and rushed straight towards the white ice lotus.

"Dual-line mage?" The half-hundred-year-old man was shocked, and his heartstrings were loosened,

The white ice lotus was reduced to nothing in the flames of the clouds.

The next moment, Yun Huo hooked his lips and sneered, pressed the strings of the riot, and the cluster of flames automatically disappeared.

"This is impossible, how can anyone cultivate a dual-line mage? It is said that he is greedy and not refined, he must not have refined a series, yes, it must be so. ”

The half-hundred old man muttered to himself, he just thought that Yunhuo was a martial cultivator majoring in the wind system, but he didn't expect that she would even trigger the strongest department in the law system-

Fire-based spiritual power!

It took several seconds for him to compose.

Put your heart horizontally,

Push the staff again,

This time, the white ice lotus condensed faster, and almost as soon as the ice lotus appeared, it rushed directly towards the cloud fire.

From afar, Yunhuo felt the cold aura of the ice lotus.

But she was not afraid, but drew the strings more calmly,

As the sound of the piano floated out, all the earth around her began to catch fire, and began to expand in unison, surrounding many Divine Lotus Sect members and half-hundred elders in front of her.

And when the ice lotus that pounced on it encountered the fire separation array, it only made the fire separation momentum a little weaker, and the ice lotus disappeared, but the fire was still 'rubbing' brighter.

The half-hundred-year-old man didn't collapse for a moment, and actually spurted out a mouthful of old blood with a 'poof'.

"That's too brittle, isn't it?" Yun Huo sneered in his heart, and as soon as the sound of the piano turned, an ice blade condensed out of thin air appeared out of thin air, stabbing straight in front of the half-hundred old man.

The half-hundred-year-old man hurriedly drew his staff and dodged away.

After the blades melted, his eyes began to change again.

He had already seen that this young man with explosive force value was a mage of wind and fire, why was he still an ice mage at this time?

The ice blades were also condensed!

Is he already lonely and unheard? Or was he hallucinating?

Yes, it must be an illusion!

He comforted himself in this way, but the reality was that the fire had not been extinguished, and the second and third skates appeared one after another.

"No way, you must be the devil, you are not human, ahhh......hh

The staff in his hand danced wildly, and several ice lotuses appeared side by side in front of him, and all of them smashed towards the cloud fire.

Yunhuo raised his eyebrows,

She knew that this half-hundred-year-old man was too jealous and couldn't stand the presence of a mage more powerful than him, so she was furious.

That's exactly what she's trying to achieve.

Because only when people are angry will they lose their minds, and then they will lose their thinking, and then they will lose their original power and discipline when they fight.

However, it's really rare to be so angry at such an old age, haha!

As for the half-hundred-year-old, he couldn't care about the cultists who were burned in all directions, on the contrary, he also felt that those screams and shouts were too noisy, which annoyed him to death.

The ice lotus kept appearing, and the half-hundred old man kept roaring: "Are you all dead? Give it all to me, kill him, kill him......"

The black-clothed sect members were a little dumbfounded when they heard this, they could be dead, they might be dead, they might be dead, would they be up or wouldn't be up?

Everyone was stunned by each other, and suddenly they united the battle line, and they all rushed towards the fire separation array as if they didn't want to die......

it!

Yunhuo was startled, it seemed that she couldn't stop these crazy neuroticism.

A change in the rhythm of the primitive,

The flames on the fire array suddenly flourished, and while blocking those small sect members, the most important cluster of flames still went straight to the green robe of the half-hundred old man.

Although the half-hundred old man was still in a state of rage, his strength was still there, and he saw his silver staff suddenly swing in the air, and the temperature around him suddenly expanded to the edge of the fire array.

And those white ice lotuses no longer burst out one by one, but bloomed everywhere, surrounding the clouds and fire and the fire circle far away.

From a distance, the Lihuo Circle was like an extremely gorgeous flower, dotted among the white ice lotuses everywhere.

"Hahaha...... yellow-mouthed child, don't you die soon?" Seeing that Yunhuo had not made a move for a long time, the half-hundred-year-old man thought that Yunhuo had exhausted Jiang Lang's talent, and he began to ecstasy in an instant.

As everyone knows, under the rage, how can I be ecstatic!

Yunhuo suddenly lifted his eyelids and looked at the half-hundred old man coldly: "Otherwise, look behind you." ”

The half-hundred old man was stunned, he didn't know what Yunhuo was talking about for a while, and when he was about to look back,

"Poof!" There was a muffled sound on the ground,

A very domineering and sharp black iron spear stabbed him in the back and in the chest.

At this time, the tip of the spear was dripping with ...... The blood that kept pouring out of his body!

The half-hundred old man looked incredulous, and he was unwilling to look back to see who was actually silently asking for his life.

However, Jing Tianming didn't have the patience to wait for him to turn his head,

Besides, he can't twist it up!

With a strong pull with one hand, the Flowing Cloud Spear was pulled back from the back of the half-hundred old man, making a subtle sound of breaking the wind in the cold wind, and the momentum was remarkable.

And the half-hundred-year-old man had just tried his best to fight with Yunhuo, and he was hit by Jing Tianming's fatal blow again, and now he was collapsing to the ground with blood bursting from his mouth.

When his silver staff slammed to the ground, he himself let out the last breath and died.

"Jing Tianming, you are so powerful." Mo Xiaomo only rushed over from behind a stone pier at this time, and praised Jing Tianming in a rare loud voice.

"Thank you." Jing Tianming was praised for his joy,

This is the first time it has been affirmed by Mo Xiaomo.

However, Mo Xiaomo had already passed him and hurriedly beckoned to Yunhuo: "Brother Yunhuo, it's really you, but you're worried about killing me, do you know......"

Jing Tianming: "......"

This heart pierced ...... Sure enough, if it's not domestic, it can't be raised!