The old man in the green robe is also Uncle Xin of Huangfu Tai, and he is a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant.

Five dark green claws, hissing and flashing with the yin wind, grabbed at Zhao Junyu fiercely.

Zhao Junyu's face was indifferent, and with one finger of one hand, a golden light flew out, crushing all the five green rays.

Uncle Xin's face became more and more solemn, the aura fluctuation on this son's body was only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, even if his combat power was outstanding, but in the face of the two Yuan Infant Cultivators, he was not afraid.

"Since you're here, let's die together!"

Zhao Junyu sneered, the golden light spun rapidly, and when he strangled the old man, the faint sound of wind and thunder in the sword qi made the other party change color sharply!

With one move, Uncle Xin flashed a green light, just a vague phantus flashed, turned into a green wooden staff, and blasted towards the golden light!

The space shook with a bang.

The golden sword light and the green wooden staff collided violently, and in mid-air, the sword qi and green light scattered and splashed, and Uncle Xin's figure shook slightly, and his heart was horrified.

This son's mana is so strong! Is this still the early stage of the Yuan Infant?

Hmph, Zhao Junyu sneered, his body flashed, and he actually appeared behind the old man like a ghost, his arms shook sharply, his fists swelled several times suddenly, and a giant phantom appeared behind him!

Countless furious fist shadows slammed out, enveloping Uncle Xin like a torrential rain!

Uncle Xin's face changed greatly, and a dark green light shield suddenly appeared in front of him with one move, and Zhao Junyu's stormy fist hit the light shield, flashing violently.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

"Let's go together, kill this son!"

Uncle Xin, as a mid-Yuan Infant monk, actually felt a sense of fatal crisis at this time, and shouted at Huangfu Tai, who was still stunned on the side.

The latter reacted and gritted his teeth, and the fiery red long knife in his hand reappeared, and a knife turned up a wave of fire cloud knives, slashing at Zhao Junyu.

However, he had suffered a lot of injuries before, and his power had weakened a lot compared to the beginning.

With a bang, Zhao Junyu single-handedly, and the golden thunder flying sword spun and flew rapidly in mid-air, crushing all the waves of fire cloud swords.

At the same time, the two fists burst out, still like raindrops, beating Uncle Xin's light shield almost completely!

Hiss...... Uncle Xin gasped, this son is dedicated to two purposes, and his martial arts and methods are divided into two enemies, and he does not lose the slightest advantage at all!

"Boy, Hugh is rampant!"

In the middle of Uncle Xin's infancy, he was a strong man in the Holy Domain, and at this moment, he was pressed and beaten by a young boy in front of his nephew, and he was ashamed and angry in his heart.

"Get out of here!"

Uncle Xin pushed his palms violently, and the dark green light shield shone brightly, and suddenly pushed forward with a bang, pushing Zhao Junyu's rainstorm-like fist shadow away.

At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and squirted out a mouthful of essence blood on the green wooden staff, and suddenly the spirit patterns on the green wooden staff flashed violently.

"Go!" Uncle Xin burst into a shout, and the spiritual pattern light on the wooden staff flowed, condensed at the head of the staff, and turned into a huge and hideous green-haired grimace, with a big mouth, and dark green yin qi erupted out, rushing towards Zhao Junyu.

Zhao Junyu was slightly surprised, he killed several masters of the Xuanyang Sect, and their exercises were generally Zhiyang's fire-based exercises.

This old man, where did the eerie ghost path exercises come from?

Damn, it doesn't matter where the ghosts come out of you, this emperor will kill them like this!

"Tiangang Thunder Fist!"

Zhao Junyu's fist was frantically infused with Zhenyuan, and a crackling thunder sound sounded around him, and the entire fist was like turning into a huge silver thunderball, bringing up a long string of silver thunder arcs, and slamming towards the yin qi that spewed out of the grimace.

The silver thunderball turned into a fist easily wiped out all the dark green yin qi, and at the same time, the long thunder arc was directly thrown on the face of the green-haired ghost behind it, crackling, boom! The thunder arc exploded directly, and the thunder and lightning sparks flew out.

Suddenly, the green-haired grimace let out a terrible howl, trembling all over, and suddenly retracted into the green wooden staff.

With a slam on the ground, Uncle Xin took a few steps back, his face full of shock, and he could hardly believe that the magic weapon he had practiced many times was easily repelled by an intermediate fist.

Of course, in addition to Zhao Junyu's profound cultivation, the main thing is also to practice and restrain each other.

Thunder is a martial art, and magic has always been a sharp weapon to restrain ghost techniques.

On the other side, Huang Futai was sweating profusely, and the golden flying sword, spinning and strangling, slashing and stabbing, forced him to hurry.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Xin was furious.

With one move, a green snake-shaped flying sword shot out, differentiating more than a dozen serpentine sword lights, and quickly strangled Zhao Junyu.

Interestingly, this old man's exercises are also complicated, and there are many methods.

Zhao Junyu smiled indifferently, and with one move with one hand, the three golden thunder flying swords finally merged, differentiating into twelve light-splitting sword shadows, facing more than a dozen serpentine sword lights.

A burst of tooth-aching gold and iron clashing sounds, the golden splitting sword shadow and the serpentine sword light were stalemate for a while!

At this time, Zhao Junyu's figure flashed, and he appeared next to Huang Futai, who was panting like a cow.

"It's not good, the emperor's nephew and nephew should hide!" Uncle Xin shouted in surprise when he saw this scene.

The one-way technique was sharply pinched, and the green serpentine sword light shone brightly, forcing the twelve splitting sword shadows to retreat!

Huangfu Tai shouted in shock, and the fiery red long knife pulled up waves of scorching knives, like fiery red lotus flowers, protecting his body.

But it was too late, Zhao Junyu punched out, the punch force penetrated the air ripples, and the lightning speed directly broke through Huang Futai's sword wave lotus, knocking him away with a knife.

Huangfutai spewed out a big gulp of blood rain in mid-air, and it fell heavily in the distance, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead!

"Boy, you dare!"

Uncle Xin's eyes were torn apart, Huangfu Tai was the Tianjiao of their entire sect and cultivated with all their might, if he died here, how could he explain to the sect master?

"Explode for me!" Uncle Xin's ten fingers pinched sharply, and the green serpentine flying sword, turned into more than a dozen sword lights, and they exploded one after another.

Bang bang, the violent explosion gas wave turned into a huge ball of light, pouring towards Zhao Junyu, enveloping the area around the other party.

At the same time, Uncle Xin's body flashed sharply on the spot, and after a blur of shaking, his body turned into seven or eight phantoms, shooting away in all directions, and he was about to disappear in front of Zhao Junyu's eyes!

At the same time, Huangfu Tai in the distance also suddenly disappeared!

Zhao Junyu let out a long roar.

The fists vibrated sharply and staggered.

Zhenwu seventeen style, shock the dragon break!

The two fist powers like angry dragons staggered out with a roaring sound, and the fist power was sandwiched with a rumbling loud sound, like an angry dragon roaring towards the sky, almost shattering this side of space! It was even more terrifying than the self-explosion of Uncle Xin's serpentine flying sword just now.

Break it for me! With a loud explosion, the dragon's groan rose one after another.

The huge ball of light produced by the self-explosion of the serpentine flying sword was violently dispersed by the Shaking Dragon.

And before, the seven or eight phantoms that Uncle Xin had turned into were also shocked and skewed, almost collapsed, and their speed slowed down suddenly.

"Lao Tzu told you to run!"

"Thunderstorm in the sky!" Zhao Junyu jumped high, and several punches like a thunderbolt shot out, striking seven or eight phantoms whose speed had slowed down.

Bang bang bang!

Most of the phantoms were all crushed by the power of the thunderbolt-like fist. Only one rushed out.

This green phantom condensed dozens of zhang away, turning into Uncle Xin, with the dying Huangfu Tai under his armpit.

But at this time, he no longer had the demeanor of a mid-Yuan Infant master, the green robe was shattered to pieces, his hair was scattered, and blood oozed from his face, and he was embarrassed.

"Who the hell are you, how can it be!" Uncle Xin exclaimed in a hoarse voice.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)