Immediately without a way to dodge, the white-faced old man simply stopped dodging, took a deep breath, and the long knife suddenly slashed out diagonally in the air, and the flame knife light flew and slashed angrily towards the cloud of fire, with a bang, giving people a spectacular scene of volcanic cracking.

Bang!

The fire cloud was slashed apart by the furious sword, and two colors appeared in the air, one like snow crystal and the other like blood and fire. Compete with each other, entangle and collide, and do not give in to each other.

The white-faced man didn't need the old man to resolutely counterattack, reversed the battle with one sword, and then slashed back with a knife, and struck a hundred knives along the trajectory of the previous slash, blazing into the sky, pushing the momentum of the volcanic collapse to the peak. Like a snowy cloud, it finally fell apart and exploded under the continuous slashing.

Lu Suifeng's Fengyun sword momentum was defeated by the opponent's flame mad sword, his expression was still calm, unmoved, but his breath suddenly became a little blurred, vague, and his whole body seemed to be swaying with the wind in the void, appearing and disappearing from time to time, dazzling and difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, suspected to be an illusion.

The next moment, Lu Sui's figure strangely disappeared completely from the other party's sight, and in the blink of an eye, where did the person go?

When the white-faced old man was shocked, Lu Suifeng, who was twenty meters away, suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost, and both sides had been killing each other in the air, no one saw the twenty-meter spatial distance, how did he cross it?

Lu Suifeng slashed out with a sword on the way, and a purple-gold arc of blazing light flashed in the void.

This sword came too quickly, too suddenly, without any warning, a person twenty meters away, how could he suddenly kill in front of him? The white-faced old man didn't need to think much at this time, and he subconsciously swung his knife and slashed towards the purple gold sword light that flew in, but the sword light paused slightly, and the sword body trembled, turning into seven dazzling purple gold light sword shadows at dusk, each sword shadow was real, murderous, and endless.

Stunned, the white-faced man didn't need the old man's hasty swing of the knife, but for a moment he didn't know how to block the purple gold sword shadow in it? Could it be that he had to turn into seven swords with one sword like the other party, and he asked himself that he couldn't do it at the moment, let alone make a knife in a hurry.

This sword came quickly, floating strangely, one sword turned into seven, and the sword pointed directly at the fatal parts of the opponent's body. I can't stop it, and in a panic, I made an incredible move, unblocked, not dodging, because all this seems meaningless, and I still can't avoid the misfortune of a sword.

The white-faced old man actually made a blood-spurting move, and the seven purple gold sword lights were about to get close to the body, and suddenly a lazy donkey rolled on the spot, and his body unexpectedly rolled to the ground, and the seven sword lights were close to his body and roared past, while another sword light suddenly changed direction, drawing a strange arc in the air, and quickly slashed across his arm that fell sharply.

The white-faced man didn't need to exclaim, the brocade robe on his left arm was cut open, leaving a little drop of blood on the ground of the main hall, and the flesh and blood rolled up, and the bones were visible, and blood was still spilling everywhere. Escaping the fatal catastrophe at the cost of a wound to the arm is a great luck in misfortune.

The white-faced old man took advantage of the rolling momentum of the ground, and flipped it very fast, comparable to a meteor flying by, and suddenly opened the distance between each other more than ten meters away.

Lu Suifeng did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, the long sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and the two sides were separated by more than ten meters at this time, and they confronted each other again.

The white face didn't need the old man's arm to be injured, and he didn't dare to be negligent anymore, so he was on guard, his eyes firmly locked on the other party's figure, and he would react quickly at the slightest movement.

"Hmph! If you want me to take off the old man's head, I will definitely pay a terrible price. The white-faced old man glanced at his injured arm, and said fiercely, emptying the bad emotions in his heart as soon as possible, and his spirit and spirit were condensed again. He knew that the next battle might be the hard battle of his life. If you want to continue to survive, you can only defeat the other party, and if you lose, you will inevitably be splashed with blood.

"Your ability to adapt to the situation is good! Even this kind of lazy donkey rolling method has been used, which is really impressive. Watch out, maybe next time I'll cut your throat. Lu Suifeng said coldly with disdain.

"Hmph! But it's a fluke to win a trick, and then, the old man will make your life worse than death. "Dealing with a little-known boy has suffered such a big loss, the white-faced old man can't help but be extremely angry, and his face suddenly turns blue. The brocade robe on his body swayed without wind, and the red light on his body came out of his body, and his murderous gaze firmly locked on the other party.

Flame Reaver of the Soul!

The white-faced old man didn't need to make all kinds of complicated gestures in the air with his palms, and a red light blood mark burst out of his palm, and where he passed, the hard ground was drawn a groove by this red light blood mark, which extended to Lu Suifeng's feet, and the red light and blood mark burst open, and the flames of fire flew in the air.

Streams of flame light continued to impact Lu Suifeng's body, as if to lift him away and burn him to the ground, and the three-foot body protection true yuan force outside his body made a creaking sound under the squeeze of countless flame streamers, and it looked overwhelming.

If the True Yuan Power of the Protective Body collapses, it will be incinerated into a pile of dry bones by the blazing light in an instant, which is by no means appalling.

Lu Suifeng in the shield, his expression was still as calm as water, and he couldn't see the slightest sense of panic and anxiety.

One step out, the long sword in his hand choked out of the sheath, and a thick purple-gold sword qi with a bowl mouth was like a mountain, instantly cutting into the flames, and the "Flame Soul Snatcher Seal" that had lost its root was just like a poisonous snake that had been hit by seven inches, and the flames became strong and dry, and the qi was weak.

Poof......

The sharp purple gold sword qi slashed endlessly on the "Flame Soul Snatcher Seal", sending out a high degree of tremor friction, slicing inward inch by inch......

The white face didn't need the old man to see this, he quickly ran the Xuan Power in his body with all his might, and the red halo on his body became even stronger, almost turning into a substance and concentrating on the "Flame Soul Snatcher Seal" that was about to collapse, and the blood-red halo quickly recombined into one, pouring into a garden-type blood-colored fire seal, the blazing flames protected the body, and resisted the opponent's extremely powerful sword qi edge.

This "Flame Soul Snatcher" can not only launch a fierce attack, but also can be combined into a solid defensive momentum in an instant, if the opponent cannot break through the defense of this garden-type blood seal in a short period of time, once the slightest strength is exhausted, it will inevitably encounter a deadly counterattack.

The purple-gold sword qi slashed on the garden-type blood seal, blooming with brilliant blood-colored sparks, allowing the frequency of the sword qi slashing to speed up and increase, the garden-type blood seal formed by the Xuan Force was still as solid as a mountain, and it was difficult for a few gaps and cracks to shake its roots, let alone hurt the people in the seal.

"Hmph, see how long you kid can hold on? Once you run out, the old man's counterattack will definitely break you into pieces. The white-faced old man roared insolently in the solid mountain-like blood seal, his face distorted with extreme anger and murderous intent.

Lu Suifeng's eyes were still without waves in the ancient well, looking without sorrow or joy, and suddenly spit out a soft drink in his mouth;

The purple-gold sword qi exploded with the sound, turning into thousands of fine purple gold sword rays, clanging and slashing on the garden-type blood mark, so shocking that the white-faced old man couldn't help but retreat in shock.

The white-faced man didn't need the old man to laugh angrily, and each of his left and right hands formed a seal, striking out two "Flame Soul Snatching Seals", the power of the blood-colored streamer seemed to contain the power of Feng Yue, and everywhere he went, the extremely powerful purple gold sword was blocked, and it was difficult to make an inch of progress for a while.

"Ignorant boy, how long can you maintain that little bit of mystic power in your body? It's almost bottoming out!" Bai Bai didn't need the old man to rely on his hundreds of years of background, intending to drag down the other party, and then wait to launch a deadly counterattack.

The situation between the two sides at this time is one attack and one defense, entwined with each other, hitting each other, and the sound of ding dong is endless, and it is stalemate for a while.

From the changes in the expression captured in Lu Suifeng's eyes, I felt that these deep eyes were becoming more and more transparent and sharp, as if they could penetrate everything and see through the truth.

The white-faced old man faced these eyes that had always been unwavering, and he was furious in his heart, vowing to completely crush the other party's tenacious self-confidence, put his foot on his self-righteous face, and ravaged it to his heart's content.

Time passed rapidly in the stalemate of one attack and one defense, and the white-faced man didn't need the old man to feel that the opponent's attack was a little sluggish and weak, judging that this kid must be weak in the follow-up, and it was a good time for him to launch a counterattack, how could he give up easily. The hands were superimposed, and a piece of palm prints was made very quickly, and these palm prints were as red as fire, extremely condensed, as if volcanoes were sealed in them.

A stack of blood and fire palm prints suddenly poured out of the sky, burning the purple gold sword light in the sky at once, and swept away towards Lu Suifeng violently.

What was surprising was that Lu Suifeng did not have the momentum of hard contact with the opponent's counterattack, and his body twisted and swayed, drifting away like the wind, and suddenly broke out of the attack range of the blood-colored palm print.

"Hmm! can this be avoided?" the white-faced old man was startled, and then his palm print turned, and he immediately chased after the figure that Lu Suifeng had drifted away.

Lu Suifeng's cyan figure floated and moved extremely fast, this old man was not very good at body speed, and at the same time, he was extremely depressed and destroyed the Xuan Qi and tried his best to chase it, destroying a red light flame boiling behind him, forming a powerful driving force.

Finally, he locked the cyan figure from afar, and with joy in his heart, one after another blood-colored palm prints poured out like a meteor rain of fire, and the air along the way seemed to be ignited, scorching like fire.

The chase and escape continued for a moment, and Lu Suifeng's figure suddenly stopped, and reflexively drew a purple-gold sword light.