The gray-faced old man's face was pale at the moment, and after he dodged the blow of Su Yuan's small sword in the midst of lightning and fire, he also quickly released a wind blade to fight back.

But the other party reacted faster, and at the critical moment when the wind blade was close to his body, he didn't know what spell the other party had used, so he resisted it stiffly, so that she won the opportunity to dodge, and reappeared in front of him unharmed.

Seeing that he hadn't been cheapened a few times, and his housekeeping weapon was even captured by the other party, the old man's face showed a fierce light again. He patted the storage bag, and a ring-shaped magic vessel was sacrificed by him, floating in the air. Then, his eyes looked around warily.

At this time, the gray-faced old man's storage bag had no other main attack weapon, so he could only try his best to put himself in the dark and use assault tactics. This tactic not only requires extremely fast dodge speed, but also quick to seize the opportunity and launch a surprise attack on the opponent with low-cost spells such as fireball and wind blade.

In assault tactics, the monks on both sides compare their physical reflexes and agility, and to put it bluntly, it is a competition of speed between the two sides.

Although Su Yuan has the main attack weapon black stick, in this tactic, the black stick's suspended attack is not dominant, but because it is too much to attract the attention of the opponent, it cannot fully release the power. She sighed and held it in her hand, waiting for the time to strike.

Only by constantly changing the direction and keeping yourself in the dark can you not be too passive. After Su Yuan dodged the blow of the gray-faced old man's wind blade, his figure flashed a few times and stopped somewhere dozens of zhang away from the old man.

The old man was staring at this side with his eyes squinted slightly, his eyes were not big, but he just captured this scene. His eyes lit up, as if he was waiting for this moment, and with one hand, a nearly high-flying white light giant blade suddenly appeared between the two of them, and struck at Su Yuan fiercely.

"Wind Blade Technique!" Seeing that the white light was extremely fast, Su Yuan, who had not yet stabilized his figure, was taken aback, and couldn't help muttering in his mouth.

Wind spells, once cast, are more than a little faster than other spells. Seeing the giant blade coming towards her, she didn't have time to dodge, so she had to use the fireball technique in a hurry, trying to use the fireball to resist for a while, and then take the opportunity to dodge its edge.

Five balls of fiery red light appeared out of thin air from Su Yuan's fingertips, and flew towards the giant blade. The five fireballs only resisted the wind blade for a moment before they were slashed into pieces, turned into sparks, and then disappeared into midair.

But in such a moment, Su Yuan didn't dare to slack off, there was no figure where she was standing, and the wind blade brushed her body from one side, slashing into the void with a rumbling sound, and then dissipated.

The gray-faced old man snorted coldly, and seeing that Su Yuan had escaped again, his anger was even more victorious. He looked around again.

At this moment, it was too late to say that it was too fast, and before the old man could refocus, a blue light flashed by like a white horse passing through a gap.

The old man's face sank, and he said, "It's not good!" and hurriedly pinched the trick with both hands. The ring magic weapon that had already been sacrificed by it and hung in the air immediately flashed white mangs, and in the next second, the ring transformed into a round white light shield, blocking it in front of him.

The whistling blue light instantly crashed into the white light shield, making a rumbling sound that was deafening.

The old man gritted his teeth and tried his best to run his spiritual power to resist, leaving two deep marks on the ground with his feet, and at the same time clenching the arm of the small shield, several green tendons burst out.

It only resisted for a moment, and after seeing the old man's body trembling and being repulsed, the blue mang's offensive gradually subsided, and the white light shield could be regarded as a Kankan blocking the blow. The iron blue color on the old man's face eased, and he let out a deep sigh of relief, not caring about looking at it more, and then he was about to jump up.

But at this moment, another blue light shot out from behind him, and the speed was too fast to react. He only felt a blue flash flashing across it, and the old man had no experience, and he immediately knew that it was not good.

He couldn't believe it, his eyes widened as he stared at the blue glow in front of his little white light shield that had not completely disappeared. The next moment, it was dark in front of him, and he fell to the ground.

On the other side, after Su Yuan sacrificed the second black stick, he didn't have time to glance at the opposite side, and cautiously made another backward jump to prevent the other party from sneaking up again.

After she stabilized her figure, she saw two black sticks quietly suspended in the air, the gray-faced old man had been killed, and his body was lying on the ground. The small white light shield that the old man had just used to defend against the blue mangs and black sticks also showed his original ring appearance because he had no command from his master, and he was lying alone beside the corpse.

Is it really dead? Is it really dead? Is it just dead?

Because he had brushed shoulders with death several times before, his originally tense nerves were not yet suitable for the vision in front of him, so Su Yuan stood in place, staring at a corpse and an object on the ground, like a stone sculpture.

I don't know how long it took, whether it was a stick of incense, or an hour, before she let out a long breath.

The sleeve robe swung into the void, and then with one palm lightly, two black lacquer long sticks and small silver swords hanging in the air flew into it. Su Yuan held the three things tightly in his hands, and stood in the breeze.

Without seeing a trace of expression, she slowly walked beside the corpse of the gray-faced old man, looking at the corpse under her, her eyes trembled.

This is the first time to fight with a monk, and he is still a fourth-layer cultivator who is more powerful than himself. She killed him, but without a hint of joy.

Although the appearance seems to be quiet, the inner feeling of embarrassment is surging like a tide.

"Kill and take treasure" muttered, not knowing whether to say himself or the corpse.

The gray-faced old man who was still alive just now, just a moment later, he paid for his mistakes. And she's not a deciding person, at least not yet.

In Su Yuan's heart, although he felt quite gloomy for this cultivation realm. But just now he was almost hit by the old man's little sword, and the fear of his life still lingering in his heart.

"Either you die, or I die!, if I was careless just now, this corpse lying in front of me would be me!"

"I just want to live. ”

......

Woman, do you know that cultivating immortals is a long road, and its hardships and thorns are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Violent nirvana fighting, competition and comparison, how many of them fell and died.

"Alive"

Oh, how do you go?