When the murderous aura of this sword reached its peak, the arm holding the sword seemed to poke out from the clouds, and the long sword in his hand was raised high and suddenly slashed into the air, and a thick bowl of dragon shadow sword qi tore through the obstacles of space, slashing straight towards the place where Ouyang Wuji was standing, and dozens of criss-crossing blue streamers burst out in an instant.

Fang Yuan's ten meters of space were all within the attack, and people didn't even have a chance to dodge and move.

Looking at this endlessly sharp earth-shattering sword, Ouyang Wuji's expression was as solemn as water, the horizontal sword was on his chest, the pupils in his eyes contracted into a line, and he quietly watched the dragon shadow sword qi rushing like a tide, and a blue wave was reflected in his eyes.

Choke!

The fat man who had been standing still suddenly moved, and a golden waning moon suddenly streaked out of the air. No one could see how the sword was choked out of its sheath, only to see that at the same time as the golden light flashed, a vague phantom shadow also rose out of the air, ghostly and strangely shuttling between the gaps in a blue dragon shadow sword qi.

Burst!

There was a faint muffled sound in the void, followed by a blinding burst of blood. Someone saw blood! The waning moon, the dragon shadow suddenly exploded and scattered. Two figures stood in the void, and no one knew who the blood was splashing from?

Bite!

A sword flew down from the sky, as fast as an arrow, and plunged more than three inches into the solid granite ground, and the bare sword body trembled violently.

For a long time, a desolate and desolate voice rose in the silent air: "I am defeated!"

In the void, the thin old man's figure shook for a while, his face was pale, one hand tightly covered his right waist ribs, and blood gushed outward from between his fingers.

The thin old man tried his best to control his swaying body, to avoid falling from the air, and to maintain as much dignity as possible as much as possible for a venerable being despite his defeat. Quickly ingested a pill, and the wounded part of the waist and ribs slowly healed. On the surface, it seems that he is safe and sound, but the damage caused by the fat man's golden mystic power in his body will take some effort to completely remove it.

"You still seem to have the strength to fight, do you want to continue?" said the fat man, grinning and jokingly.

"Dead fat man, you don't have to go around people, beware of being struck by lightning!" The thin old man gritted his teeth and said fiercely, how could he be inferior in his martial arts cultivation, even if he wanted to go out and fight for his life, it was just a humiliation. Annoyed glanced at the fat man with a smile;

The thin old man muttered, stepped into the void with one foot, looked at the stunned expressions of the old men on the ground, the muscles of his face twitched a few times, and squeezed out a wry smile that was more ugly than crying.

Both battles were lost, or in the case of any opponent, the loss was clean, neat, and embarrassed, and even couldn't find a reason to maintain face, a group of old faces, how could they be embarrassed.

What should I do next? After losing two games in a row as agreed, there was no need to continue the last battle left, but the head of the family repeatedly instructed that this group of people should never be allowed to leave the mansion. Let's put aside the integrity, with the strength shown by the other party, if you really want to break through desperately, can your old guys stop it?

What's more, in this great northwest land, although the people are brave and strong, but the word "integrity" is particularly valued by everyone, as one of the three major families in the city, the Peng family cherishes the supreme reputation that they have laid for thousands of years, and naturally no one is allowed to destroy it.

The old men discussed for a while, and finally unified their differences, although they lost the game, but the remaining battle was bound to continue, and it was clear that they were fighting for the dignity and prestige of the Peng family, and they had to move back to the first game, so as not to make the Peng family's face disappear.

A moment ago, the old men were still a pack of wolves, looking at a group of lambs pouring out of the mansion, it was definitely a pile of meat that could be torn apart in minutes. As everyone knows, this group of sheep suddenly turned into tigers in a blink of an eye, so the next final battle, whether it is for the prestige of the Peng family, or the dignity and arrogance of the Venerable Bones, must fight with the momentum of the head wolf and the tiger, and fight with all his might, even if it is a defeat for both sides.

The head wolf among the old men is naturally a martial arts cultivator, but when this head wolf came out of the crowd, it immediately attracted the exclamation of a group of spectators, and it turned out to be an old lady Long Zhong with sideburns like frost and drooping old age, holding a crested cane in her hand, as if she was barely supporting the unbearable body of rotten wood.

is such a dull and daunting look, no one will care about this drooping and decrepit appearance when walking on the street, and he will not suspect this old body of Long Zhong when he dies. Just this casual glance is enough to kill an ordinary martial artist.

Mrs. Long Zhong stopped ten meters away from the gate of the mansion, and an astonishing divine light suddenly burst out from her cloudy eyes, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, piercing the void, and the extremely sharp edge fell on everyone's body, making people's skin feel faintly painful as if a knife cutting a sword.

"Handsome and cool!" Mrs. Long Zhong's gaze fell on Luo Jinghong's body, frozen, and the crested cane slid slightly; "It's quite suitable for the old lady's appetite, it's you!" "In the divine light shot out by Long Zhong's old state, there was an extremely feminine aura, like a yin wind piercing through the crack in the door, like a knife and a needle, quietly attacking Luo Jinghong who walked out slowly.

The two sides stand opposite each other, separated by ten meters.

A cold light burst out from Luo Jinghong's eyes, and an imperceptible slight explosion came from the void.

Mrs. Long Zhong's figure shook slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in her slightly squinted old eyes, and she seemed to be above herself at such a young age with the ability to compete with herself. Although he was surprised in his heart, he never thought that the other party's strength would be above him.

Tightened the crested cane in his hand, secretly thinking that the other party was at best just stepping into the threshold of the Qiankun Realm Venerable, which was to overestimate the other party as much as possible, after all, no matter how extraordinary the talent was, cultivation depended on the accumulation of years. In a divine light confrontation with Shicai, although he secretly suffered a small loss, he didn't take it too seriously because he underestimated the enemy.

"The young man's cultivation is good! In time, he will definitely be above the old woman. It's a pity that there is no time!" Mrs. Long Zhong cleared her throat and said in a hoarse voice, her gloomy tone revealing a cold murderous aura.

"I'm old, I have one foot in the coffin and I haven't learned to be a man. Luo Jinghong shook his head with endless disdain, a look of disdain.

"Hmph, sharp-tongued boy, you will shed the last drop of blood for what you have said. Mrs. Long Zhong's bent body slowly straightened, her rotten wood-like posture disappeared in an instant, her snow-like hair was gently swept by the wind, her turbid eyes shone with a terrifying divine light, and her dry lips were coldly 36 36 dry lips, squeezing out a hint of a cold smile, the crested cane in her hand suddenly moved slightly, and a slightly invisible green silk strickenness poured out of the crested head, and the cold essence spread out in all directions, and the hard ground was also cut out of the slightest crack, and it went straight towards the unsuspecting Luo Jinghong.

Choke!

A burst of purple lightning suddenly broke through the air, drawing a dazzling arc of light, and before the sky could get close, it was cut off by the purple electric sword and scattered all over the ground.

Roar!

Mrs. Long Zhong's hoarse throat actually rolled out of a sky-shattering roar, the body moved slightly, the crested crutch in his hand flashed coldly, and the phantom of a phoenix body was conjured, the phoenix wings spread, and the next moment it suddenly fell above Luo Jinghong's head. There are mountains of shadows in front and back, left and right, sealing all the angles and directions of dodging and avoiding, making people nowhere to hide.

Luo Jinghong never flashed the idea of retreating, and the dark long sword in his hand seemed to be stimulated by the coercion of the shadow in the sky, emitting a buzzing trembling sound, and the purple lightning flickered and spitted uncertainly.

In the next second, a purple lightning bolt seemed to shoot out from the depths of the clouds, slashing into the air with the sound of rolling thunder.

Rumble!

With an earth-shattering explosion, the shadow of the sky disappeared. But listening to Mrs. Long Zhong's muffled snort, she staggered back two steps, and some blood stains overflowed from the corners of her mouth. On his pale face, the cold aura became heavier and heavier, and the sharply contracted pupils exuded a hysterical madness.

Long Zhong Lao stared at Luo Jinghong with a strong murderous intent, the crested cane in his hand was slowly raised above his head, and a puff of blue light erupted from his body, holding up his thin body and slowly rising into the void. The phoenix crutch blue light flashed, the phoenix shadow swooped down with the crutch that slashed and swooped, and the shadow swept the world like a tide in an instant, and the storm was full of powerful and domineering power. The continuous tide and night waves rushed towards Luo Jinghong.

The shadow is like a tidal wave, and a wave is better than a wave, which makes people not know how to deal with it for a while. Although Luo Jinghong's cultivation is one line higher than that of the other party, Lincheng's combat experience is not as good as that of Mrs. Long Zhong, who has lived a long time. At the time of the slight flute, he had missed the opportunity to dodge and retreat, and he had no choice but to hit the opponent's phoenix crutch three waves.

Purple lightning thunder!

The dark long sword resolutely slashed through the air, and a bowl of thick purple lightning burst out, rumbling...... Thunder shook the world, the domineering purple lightning thundered and cracked the waves, the stormy waves swept the sky and slapped the sky, and the surging waves were cracked, and the tide was swept upside down......

A sword smashes three stacks of waves, Luo Jinghong stepped into the air in one step, and appeared in front of the frightened Mrs. Long Zhong in his breath.

Click!

Mrs. Long Zhong's phoenix crutch was held high, and it sank down rapidly, and the sword slammed into it, bursting out with a "click" sound, and the tail of the phoenix crutch was cut off by Zidian, which could prevent the other party from being caught off guard and slashing at the waist. Mrs. Long Zhong's figure quickly flipped backwards with the momentum, and her white hair like snow was sprinkled like rain......