Tong Bolin's golden flames scorched the sky, his anger soared into the sky, and the surrounding scene was distorted into a ball. The Tyrant Sword is like a real dragon swimming in Tong Bolin's hands, and the Tyrant Sword works together with the Immortal Sword Robe.

In an instant, Tong Bolin broke through the shackles and became an immortal on the spot!

"You're like a child with a murder weapon, and you want to beat me as an adult?" Dao Mu's aura not only did not climb, but continued to converge.

Daomu dantian is burning like the sun, and the pastoral power is boiling. His body twitched and trembled, and a large amount of golden sand was secreted from his bones, making him grit his teeth in pain, and his bloody eyes shone with golden light.

"People like you die of talking too much!" Tong Bolin snorted coldly, kicked the ground with his right foot, the fairy light burst out, and Wutai was torn apart. Tong Bolin threw the scale sword, jumped over, and the human sword was one.

"Overlord sword, an inch of gold!"

Wow, it turned into an inch of golden light and broke through the air. In less than a breath, it can reach 13,000 zhang in an instant.

Ding, Dao Mu overlapped the knife with the scabbard, and the intersection was impartial to block an inch of gold. The earth-shattering momentum came to an abrupt end, the wind stopped, and the stones and dust fell.

Everyone was dumbfounded, it was comparable to a blow from the earth immortals, and they were caught by Dao Mu!

"Drink!" said Dao Muli with a strong sigh.

Pastoral qi, blood qi and Sha Emperor's calamity qi gushed out from hundreds of millions of pores, blending with the fairy wisps of Dao clothes and fairy light. Quack, a cry, the golden crow condensed and formed with pastoral energy, blood energy, and Sahuang calamity.

Quack, the golden crow spreads its wings and cries in the sky. Its bloody eyes are like lanterns, its body is as black as Chen Mo, and it shines with dazzling sunlight. At this moment, Dao Mu stepped into the realm of extreme intention, his long hair was frivolous, and his aura soared to the sky.

Ding, an inch of gold shrunk like a needle.

Boom, Wutai trembled, qi condensed into a sword, stones into a hammer, and dust into billions of needles.

Dao Mu snorted, stepped down one step, and quickly stepped back. When he reached the edge of Wutai, Dao Mu's face was red and his ears were red, and his green tendons were blooming, and he couldn't stop jumping.

"Don't admit defeat yet, there is only a dead end!" The golden needle trembled violently, and the next wave of attack was ready to go.

"How can you kill me!" Dao Mu's voice was heavy and his anger trembled. His hands swelled, the golden crow croaked, and after reciting the sword technique, he shouted loudly, "Cang Decide, counterattack the second form!"

Then I saw Dao Mu's feet follow the footprints left in the past, counterattacking step by step, and waving his hands down one by one. The power that Dao Mu had just hidden under his footprints was picked up, and he counterattacked Tong Bolin one by one to defuse his next wave of offensive.

The wind stopped behind Dao Mu, the dust fell to the ground, and it was peaceful. The wind behind Tong Bolin was violent, the dust was like a needle, and it was the end of the world.

How can it be!

The audience was in an uproar, followed by a buzz of people.

The knife is a hard knife, how can it rebound and counterattack?

The mountain masters of the pastoral lineage quickly discussed a satisfactory answer, because the Taoist is a shepherd, and the pastoral power in his body is extremely pure, plus the Taoist body is extremely strong, able to accommodate a huge amount of violence, and there is also a mature exercise.

All these characteristics look very ordinary, but when integrated into one person, it is different!

Dao Mu had a difficult start, but he was getting faster and faster, and the scabbard and the decisive knife had already been slashed more than halfway. Daomu's momentum continued to rise, and Tong Bolin's momentum gradually decreased.

"How is it possible!" The golden needle had turned back to an inch of gold, and Tong Bolin was both helpless and frightened.

Dao Mu walked like a fly, and the moment he stepped back to the place, the scabbard and the decisive knife groaned happily. "You are the land, I am the sky, there is nothing impossible!" Dao Mu poured all his strength into the sword and scabbard, and waved it with all his strength, "You brought it on yourself!"

An inch of gold flew upside down, and then the human sword separated. Tong Bolin's immortal sword robe was shattered and ragged, but its sacrifice also saved Tong Bolin from sword injuries.

Tong Bolin has very little spiritual power left, relying on the scale sword, fairy wisp sword robe, and extraordinary physique, although he can't counter it, but it is impossible to make Tong Bolin lose directly.

Dao Mu looks much better than Tong Bolin on the surface, but in fact, he is just bright on the outside, strong on the outside, and strong on the outside. Dao Mu could replenish his pastoral power from Yun Mu, although his state was much worse than Tong Bolin's, but he did not do so.

The Taoist priest recites the Sutra and allows the body to regulate its own pranayama. Tong Bolin didn't want to see pastoral art? He Dao Mu devoted himself to controlling the wind, longitudinating the sand, and shining light, causing trouble for Tong Bolin.

The wind is scattered and wrapped in sand, pervasive, and the needle is as sharp as a needle. The thunder is dazzling, dazzling and dizzy. The sun is dazzling, the needle pierces the sand, I don't want to open my eyes, and the tears don't stop.

The fairy wisps of sword robe on Tong Bolin's body were brilliant to shield him from the wind and sand, and the rippling mist shielded him from the light and sun. You can't cancel out all of them, but you can cancel out most of them.

The remaining storms, dust, thunder, and sunlight directly and seriously injured Tong Bolin, but they could make Tong Bolin often fall into greater passivity. Tong Bolin is like a talented Dao Mu, he can only keep retreating and swinging his sword to defend. After all, it was Tong Bolin's own all-out attack, and he also relied on this stubborn resistance to stand for a long time without falling.

Dao Mu found that Tong Bolin was not only not weak, but was still recovering. Tong Bolin has also changed from an offensive sword style at the beginning, to a semi-offensive and semi-defensive style, and now it is mainly defensive.

Dao Mu is also absorbing pastoral qi from the aura of heaven and earth at an astonishing speed, the meridians are running around the sky, the dantian is refined, and the source of pastoral power assimilates it. It's a pity that you can't recover the source of pastoral power like pasture.

Dao Mu did not increase his efforts to suppress it, and Tong Bolin was also preparing to go, and the two of them had their own ghosts.

"Nonsense!" Lu Ting gritted her teeth in distress when she saw that Dao Mu wantonly squandered the source of pastoral power, "The source of pastoral power, how can it be used out of the body at will, that is the root of our pastoral power!"

In Lu Ting's opinion, Dao Mu can win the game very quickly. Dao Mu is so kind, the other party obviously keeps humiliating him and wants to get him out of Zhuzhishan. But Daomu thinks about the other party, doesn't want the other party to lose the fairy fate, and wants it to end peacefully.

"Elder Tong Zheng, how much kindness do you have with Dao Mu that Dao Mu is reluctant to defeat Tong Bolin directly?" Lu Ting cared too much about Dao Mu staying and couldn't hold back her words.

When Tong Zheng heard this, he didn't answer Lu Ting, but frowned slightly, shook his head, and looked at the battlefield again. He is not so simple, and he doesn't think of Daomu as simple, how simple can a person who refuses to be a disciple of the Weaving Sky Fairy be.

What is the purpose of Daomu, Tong Zheng does not know. Tong Zheng appreciated Dao Mu's behavior, and if he were to change Tong Zheng, he would do the same. What surprised Tong Zheng was that people like Daomu should not behave like this.

Liang Guangsheng lost his hardness and looked naïve, but he didn't salute Liang Qiyun, and said directly, "Lord Weaver Girl, I'm afraid that only you and a few powerful Tong family members can persuade Tong Bolin." ”

Before Liang Qiyun could respond, Liang Guangsheng turned to Tong Zheng and said, "Dao Mu is older Tong Bolin, Tong Bolin has little chance of winning, and I hope that your Tong family will judge the situation." ”

Hearing this, Tong Zheng had a bitter word in his heart, as Tong Bolin's own uncle, he knew Tong Bolin's character too well, and it was useless to persuade him.