Ren Daoyuan put the long sword across his chest, bowed down and rolled to the side, he could avoid the cold light, and looked at the dense fog with a cold expression.

At this moment, everything in this unknown valley is like the beginning of the sun, the fog is far from dissipating, and the sides of the valley mouth are covered with moss. The grass and wildflowers were covered with dew, and the insects continued to swim among the weeds.

"In the end, the kid who can come to Qingxuan Pavilion to ask the sword, who can avoid the old man's sword aura, is good. An old man in black slowly walked out of the thick fog, with one hand behind his back, the other hand holding the sword obliquely and pointing to the ground, looking at Ren Daoyuan and smiling.

Ren Daoyuan didn't speak, his right hand clenched the long sword in his hand, concentrating and calming.

Seeing that Ren Daoyuan was like a great enemy, the old man in black smiled lightly: "Boy, you don't have to be like this, the old man is a half-step innate, and it is easy to clean you up, but the old man regrets that he will let you enjoy the aura of this yang world more." When it came to half-step innateness, the old man's face was full of arrogance.

Just because everyone who can step into the path of cultivation is a genius, and it is even rarer to be able to touch the innate threshold within a few decades. The old man in black entered the Qingxuan Pavilion when he was young, and the crown was only valued by the pavilion master, so he was able to peek into the innate mysteries with many opportunities.

"That's it, the old man is all interested in you, the old man only has three swords, if you can still survive after three swords, the old man will not make a move on you. The old man in black said lightly, as if he was telling ordinary things.

"The first sword. Three words spit out from the mouth of the old man in black, and then the sword in his hand was pulled out from front of him, and a sword stabbed at Ren Daoyuan's eyebrows, and Ren Daoyuan, who was pressed by the half-step innate breath, was out of breath, after all, Ren Daoyuan was only able to reach the acquired sevenfold 'mortal' during this time, and the other party had surpassed the acquired ninefold 'as before'!

This is only the first sword, the skin on the surface of Ren Daoyuan's body is oozing blood, under the half-step innate powerful aura, Ren Daoyuan gritted his teeth and dodged the first sword, and his body has already been pressed by the old man's breath and is almost immobile.

"The second sword. The old man was not surprised when he saw this, and his expression remained unchanged. This second sword is slashed diagonally. Those who practice martial arts know that there is not much difference between swords and swords in fighting against others, but in the use of both. The knife or chop or chop, while

The sword is a thorn. A 'thorn' makes sense. Ren Daoyuan is a person who practices swords or a person who cultivates swords, and knows the difference between the two. The old man is not a thorn but a split.

Ren Daoyuan's shoulder was slashed by the old man's long sword, and this sword Ren Daoyuan didn't dodge or didn't want to dodge. Seeing this, the old man sneered in his heart, and said at the moment: "Whether you hide or not, there will only be one ending, it is better to fight for that glimmer of life!"

Ren Daoyuan was first suppressed by the half-step innate aura of the old man in black, and then although he was able to dodge the first sword, the aura suppression was not much less than the real sword. After dodging the second sword, it is better to fight with all your blood to carry the second sword, and then do the response to the third sword that determines life and death. Ren Daoyuan thought so in his heart, but he was not allowed to think about it, and the voice of the old man in black was like a talisman.

"The third sword. The old man in black said coldly, and after finishing his words, the left hand that had been hidden behind him finally appeared at this moment.

It was an unusually dry palm, with ravines and scarred marks from age, and the palms and backs of the hands were black, and a trace of scarlet blood oozed from the depths of the five fingers that seemed to be skeletons. The blood seemed to have some kind of spirituality, intertwined together to paint some kind of mysterious pattern.

Blood was oozing from the fingers, and the mysterious pattern was gradually taking shape, it seemed to be a sword. However, it was very small, the full length of the sword body was no more than three inches, and as the blood-colored small sword became more and more condensed, the face of the old man in black couldn't help but turn a little pale.

The dense fog in the valley could not withstand the direct piercing of the sunlight in the sky, and gradually faded a little, and the dew drops between the weeds and flowers dripped down. Ren Daoyuan squinted at the old man in black condensing the blood-colored little sword, from the blood-colored little sword, Ren Daoyuan's breathing suddenly became extremely difficult, the blood-colored little sword seemed to contain a shocking aura, and Ren Daoyuan quickly thought about how to break the game.

The 'Streamer Boundary Breaking Talisman' given by his father Ren Shengqing, but Ren Daoyuan was reluctant to use it, it was a real life-saving talisman. If there is a trace of the idea of escaping from this kind of life and death, it will affect the collapse of faith, and then it will really be destroyed and decayed. The only thing that can be used is the 'Broken River', and the Broken River is obtained by Ren Daoyuan from the mysterious old man. Ren Daoyuan immediately lifted the broken river, and with one knee on the ground, he couldn't care about the trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and the dark wound in his body brought by the blood-colored little sword. The true qi in the body was injected into the Broken River Long Sword, and the dark light in the silver sword body flowed, and the dark silver sword light at the tip of the sword was like a spirit snake.

"Hehe, the old man sees that your long sword is just a mortal weapon, even if it contains the true qi of the 'as before' realm, it is still just a mortal weapon! Not to mention that you haven't reached the 'as before', even if you do, you are not the opponent of the old man's move!" At this moment, the old man in black turned pale, as if this 'spiritual technique' and its consumption of blood qi. Ren Daoyuan looked at such a scene, his face still did not change in the slightest, but he secretly overdrew the essence and innocence of the river.

"The blood spirit is the guide, the spirit bone is the faith, the blood spirit evil sword, the sword is the destiny of Qin. The old man in black gritted his teeth at this time, and his dry left hand pinched a strange seal.

At this moment, the three-foot small sword finally condensed, and the blood-colored aura of the sword body was sometimes entangled, sometimes separated. At the tip of the sword, there seemed to be a fierce spirit like an evil ghost, exuding murderous thoughts, pointing directly at Ren Daoyuan's mind. Ren Daoyuan bit the tip of his tongue lightly with his teeth, and his mind disappeared from many negative emotions in an instant. But as soon as he breathed, the blood-colored little sword was bitten, mixed with the old man in black's thoughts of killing and his confident expression.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Ren Daoyuan turned sideways and wanted to dodge the blood-colored sword, but the blood-colored sword seemed to contain spirituality, and how Ren Daoyuan dodged was within the trajectory of the blood-colored sword. Ren Daoyuan gritted his teeth, his left arm was crossed in front of his chest, and his right hand was held horizontally and slashed straight at the door of the old man in black.

The old man in black's face changed drastically, Rao had never expected that this young man, who seemed to be able to only 'ask for a sword', rather than 'compete with a sword', would be able to force him to be embarrassed by such a desperate means!

Carelessly, he dodged Ren Daoyuan's sword across the door, and the old man in black looked at Ren Daoyuan with a cold expression and shouted: "Shaft, you dare!" Ren Daoyuan didn't say much, and only responded to the endless sword shadow. However, in the end, it was a half-step innate realm powerhouse, and the old man in black came back to his senses, and the five fingers of his dry left hand were claws. Forcefully grasping the void in front of him, the originally abundant heaven and earth aura around him gathered sharply in the palm of his hand. From time to time, essence blood was drawn out in the palm of his hand, mixed with the pure heaven and earth aura. When the blood-colored little sword in the void became more and more condensed, Ren Daoyuan's expression became more and more solemn, and finally when the blood-colored little sword was about to pierce his chest, Ren Daoyuan shouted: "The sword is out!"

When the 'Broken River' in Ren Daoyuan's hand was shining brightly, Ren Daoyuan squinted his eyes and looked at the old man coldly and said: "Old dog! I have no grudges with you in the past and no enmity in the near future, I have never seen you in Xia, and you will kill you when you see you?"

The old man in black didn't say anything at this time, his whole body was tense and his mind was immersed in the blood-colored small sword in his palm, where was there still time to talk to Ren Daoyuan?

Ren Daoyuan frowned slightly when he saw this, and his hands clenched the 'Broken River' long sword and slashed down diagonally, the divine light around the long sword flowed, and as Ren Daoyuan slashed down, a streamer came from the sky.

A crisp sound of 'ding' sounded, and Ren Daoyuan flew out upside down. A figure flew out of the streamer, but it was an unkempt and sloppy old man.

"Hehe, boy, someone asked Lao Tzu to save you, how happy are you?" the sloppy old man smiled obscenely. Then he turned around and looked at the old man in black, his expression unchanged. But the old man in black's face changed greatly at this moment. Ren Daoyuan was puzzled when he saw this scene, but he didn't say much, although he was sure to kill the old man in black, but the result of not dying or crippled was the best ending he could think of, and he immediately arched his hand to the sloppy old man and said, "Thank you seniors." ”

The sloppy old man looked back and smiled, "I'll talk about thank you later." Then he turned his head to the old man in black who was like a great enemy and said, "Song Xing, Song Xing, are you really not afraid of death?

The old man in black looked extremely pale, and said in a deep voice: "Ma Feng, I advise you to take care of the old man's affairs! This is what the pavilion master meant!"

"Hehe, the surname Song can't take care of Lao Tzu! What about Qingxuan Pavilion? You still think it was the Qingxuan Pavilion hundreds of years ago?" Ma Feng laughed.

Hearing this, the black-clothed old man frowned, but the blood-colored small sword in his palm seemed to be like a substance, Ma Feng didn't pay attention to it when he saw this, paused and said: "Although Qingxuan Pavilion is a subsidiary force of the legendary Sword God Temple, hehe, the Sword God Temple is not the Sword God Temple before." Do you still want to scare Lao Tzu with a mere Qingxuan Pavilion?"

"Alright, you've said all that's to be said, and it's time for you to hit the road with peace of mind. Ma Feng plucked his ears and blew his little finger with his mouth. looked at Ren Daoyuan and said, "Boy, look at how Lao Tzu kills the crumbs!" Ma Feng put his left hand behind him, and the robe behind him rose with the wind and hunted. Although his hair was dirty and messy, his clothes were stained with oil. Turning his head to look at Ren Daoyuan, he looked at himself with disdain, and pursed his lips and ignored it.

Ma Feng stretched out his right hand, and the ravines above were like the hands of an old farmer in the mountains, and a cyan cyclone appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand, and then the cyan cyclone gradually seemed to be compressed and became a green rope. The green rope is constantly changing. The old man in black on the side looked unprecedentedly solemn, and the blood-colored small sword that had condensed with one hand before had now turned into two hands, and his forehead was full of sweat.

Ren Daoyuan watched the two of them fight, only to see the green rope in Ma Feng's palm rising against the storm, and instantly turned into a three-zhang long green python. The green python kept rolling in the void, the cyan letter kept spitting, and a pair of python eyes stared at the old man in black. Ma Feng pinched a seal in his right hand, and the green python spit out the letter and pounced on the old man in black.

The blood-colored little sword was like rice paper paste at the moment, and it shattered in response, and the green python was unstoppable. Seeing this, the old man in black was completely devastated, and hurriedly seemed to take something out of his waist, but the green python did not give the old man in black time to react, and took a big suck, and the old man in black turned into a bloody man without any resistance. The red blood beads dripped on the bluestone in the valley, ticking and ticking, like the death knell of the Senluo Palace.

Ma Feng's expression was indifferent, he took out a dark golden sword in his left hand and threw it into the air, and the dark golden sword entered the featherless light arrow and shot at the old man in black's Tianling Gai.

'Whoosh', the dark golden sword returned to Ma Feng's hand in a blink of an eye, Ma Feng harvested the dark golden sword, turned to Ren Daoyuan and smiled: "Boy, it was your brother Ren Xingyuan who begged Lao Tzu to save you." ”

Ren Daoyuan's heart warmed, and he thought of his eldest brother Ren Xingyuan, so he arched his hand and said, "Dare to ask seniors, how is my brother doing lately?"

Ma Feng gouged out his ears again and said, "That kid is not bad, he asked me to tell you not to worry about him and your sister." Okay, Lao Tzu still has something to do, so I won't talk nonsense with you. Seeing this, Ren Daoyuan smiled and said: "That kid won't bother his seniors, and I hope that my seniors will take care of my brother more." After that, Ren Daoyuan saluted again.

"Got it. Ma Feng waved his hand, turning into a blue light and shooting into the sky without a trace.

Ren Daoyuan watched Ma Feng leave and turned around for a long time. After searching for a few things on the body of the old man in black, he hurriedly left the valley with the 'Broken River'. At this time, the dense fog in the valley is gradually thinning, and the dew is accompanied by wild grasses.

At this time, the life of the black-clothed old man in the Qingxuan Pavilion was shattered, and a disciple who was waiting for the ancestor to serve walked quickly to the house of the pavilion master, Song Pingyan. Hearing this, Song Pingyan's face was as usual, and he said to himself, "Who is helping him?"

Heavenly Realm, Lieyang Palace.

Yan Yan, the palace master of the Lieyang Palace, was accompanied by many bigwigs of the Lieyang Palace, standing quietly in a void outside the palace, with a solemn face. After a while, a black-clothed young man walked out of the void, he looked up and said, "Heavenly Realm, Qingwan, I want to see what is sacred that can make you tempted?"