Ling Zihuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and thought secretly: "Qixue definitely doesn't know that my life is in danger now, and I can't go back to see her again, I hope she won't be too sad." However, the eldest husband is dead when he dies, and he must not grovel, and I will fight with him to the end! Also, I promise the little princess that before she cracks the Nine Light Soul Destroying Array, I must drag this guy down!"

Suddenly, as soon as his right arm became hot, it was actually the Long Yuan Sword that quietly emitted a soft rainbow light, slowly injecting a mellow warm current into the master's body.

Could it be that it was the Dragon Yuan Sword Soul who sensed his danger?

Even so, he said that he would no longer use the power of the sword soul, and he would no longer lend his body to Wu Liezi!

This hot flow flowed from the right arm along the meridians to the chest, and a warm air flow not only protected the master's heart, but also gradually opened up the blocked meridians, which lifted Ling Zihuan's spirits.

The middle-aged man was even more surprised in his heart, he gave a limit of ten moves, thinking that it was very safe. Thinking that the other party is just a teenager who is less than eighteen years old, even if he starts cultivating from his mother's womb, he has only been cultivating for more than ten years, but he can make all kinds of strange moves and resolve his fierce offensive one by one.

Fang Cai, Yu Ruyi's blow, he has used eight successful powers, even if he is a famous master in Middle-earth, he may not be able to take it. But Ling Zihuan not only hardened the next, but also shocked himself with qi and blood, and had to adjust his true qi, otherwise how could he give Ling Zihuan a chance to breathe?

He was condescending, seeing that Ling Zihuan's face was gradually ruddy, although he didn't know the key, he also knew that he couldn't let this kid slow down his breath again. So, he snorted coldly: "Sixth move!"

The green light on the jade Ruyi sprayed thin, shooting out a green silky light.

This strand of light quickly coiled into a spiral in the air, constantly flying, and gradually turned into a tornado several zhang long, shooting towards Ling Zihuan. The surrounding air vibrates violently, like a sea of rivers being sucked in by a hurricane, making a soft "whoosh" sound.

Although he was still a few feet away from the top of Ling Zihuan's head, he could clearly feel that the huge wind was overwhelming, and the trees not far away were snapped.

Although Ling Zihuan didn't know that this was the "Hundred Songs of Wind" in the old guy's Wind Element Immortal Technique, it could be seen that his momentum was amazing, if he didn't dodge, once he was involved, he was afraid that he wouldn't become a fan?

At that moment, he forcibly suppressed the injuries in his body, and his body flew into the air, like a tired bird throwing into the forest and shooting out diagonally.

But the "Hundred Songs and Waves" followed him like a shadow, constantly growing, closely following Ling Zihuan, and instantly forced behind him. An overwhelming suction force caused Ling Zihuan to sway from side to side, like a candle flame in the wind.

Although Ling Zihuan didn't look back, he already felt that the "Hundred Songs of Wind" was getting closer and closer, and his legs bent and flicked, like a yellow crane soaring into the sky, and his backhand shot out three "Thousand Birds" thunder and lightning silver light from his left palm. But these three thunderbolts were only a flash, and they were swallowed by the gangfeng, and they disappeared in an instant.

Ling Zihuan was stunned for a moment, "Thousand Birds" belonged to the Thunder Element, could it be that the Wind Element Immortal Technique cast by this old guy had a restraining effect on my "Thousand Birds"?

After such a delay, he chased five feet further, and the hunting ice wind cut Ling Zihuan's face full of pain, if he hadn't had the seven-fold body of body refining, his head might have been shattered into powder long ago.

Ling Zihuan was shocked in his heart, his body turned lightly sideways, Long Yuan's sword slipped, the rainbow light was picked out, the sword was a little sharp, facing the wind, the sword body couldn't help buzzing and trembling, and it almost flew out of his hand.

He hugged Yuan Shouyi, and the trajectory of the "Hundred Songs and Winds" clearly appeared on the spiritual platform, and the Long Yuan Sword rotated quickly with the rotation of the Gangfeng, drawing a rainbow light circle.

Each aperture was a wall of thunder and lightning condensed by Ling Zihuan's "Thousand Birds" combined with Long Yuan's aura, and he knew that even if this old guy's wind element immortal technique had a restraining effect on his own thunder, but judging from the current situation, he had no backhand power at all.

Since this guy is bragging and wants to defeat himself within ten moves, it is better to try to resist until ten moves first!

But seeing that the first aperture had just been dissolved, the second aperture had already been generated, followed by the third and fourth, and one aperture after another was like a dragon rope constantly winding around the wind, and the Longyuan sword turned faster and faster, and finally it was half a beat faster than the "Hundred Songs".

At this time, the "Hundred Songs and Winds" has exploded to more than six zhang long, like a tumbling dragon, but the dragon head was firmly pulled by the Longyuan Sword, and with Ling Zihuan's figure, it rose and fell up and down, unable to be autonomous.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed coldly, and his slender body was like a giant eagle swooping in the air.

Ling Zihuan let out a clear roar, and the Long Yuan Sword was led and sent, and flew away, turning into a shocking rainbow light, bursting out, and the "Hundred Songs of Wind" was pulled by the Long Yuan Sword, and it also swept over with a roar.

Phew!

Bang!

When the rainbow light of the Longyuan Sword burst out, the "Thousand Birds" electric current was running rapidly, and the violent natural thunder roared in the narrow cave, reflecting the surrounding space in the daylight.

Inadvertently, Ling Zihuan actually closely combined the aura in the Longyuan Sword with the "Thousand Birds" to reach the realm of the unity of human and sword!

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and with his cultivation, he didn't dare to take it hard, so he had to dodge and dodge, and the rolling hurricane rushed away from under his feet.

He stood like a knife, and the Nine Nights Gang Wind spewed out a silver-white cold mist and cut it into the air, cutting the hurricane more than six feet long into four sections. The jade Ruyi in his hand "ding" whispered, sending out four clouds of dark green brilliance, which hit the hurricane, and with the deafening roar, he dissolved the "hundred songs" sent out by himself.

He didn't expect that Ling Zihuan used thunder and lightning as a temporary defense, and then combined with the traction sword qi emitted by the Long Yuan Sword to knock back all the "Hundred Songs of Wind" he had cast!

Not to mention Ling Zihuan's cultivation, just relying on this combat ability to counterattack in battle is really surprising!

The middle-aged man turned into a "hundred songs" with all his might, and he couldn't help but be shocked and surging with blood, and spit out heavily. Ling Zihuan was suppressed until now, and he was able to speak out of his bad breath. But before he could adjust his breath, he heard the old guy sneer: "Seventh move!"

The person followed the voice, and the jade Ruyi turned into a blue star in the sky, enveloping Ling Zihuan's upper body.

Ling Zihuan was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge wind on the opposite side, and his left arm was even more numb and difficult to move, so he had to hang upside down and kick out with his legs in a row, still using the kung fu of the Phantom Temple, the Phantom Leg Method!

Seeing that this kid's skills are far inferior to him, but he can be full of tricks, and repeatedly defuse his offensive, although reluctantly, he finally used his leg skills to resist his move "Xingchen Fengmo", and sneered in his heart: "Let you slip like a loach, and don't want to escape my palm!"

His jade ruyi turned into reality, and his left palm was restrained, and he patted it gently and silently. Ling Zihuan sensed that something was wrong, he was already half a beat slower, and the golden wind and jade dew palm was already behind his back!

If this palm is slapped, Ling Zihuan will be scattered even if he has the golden pill body, and his meridians will burst and die.

The middle-aged man saw that he was going to succeed, but the boss in his heart was not happy, with his status and status, he was actually entangled by a junior of the Xuanqing Sect for seven moves to win.

If this matter spreads, most people will not say how difficult Ling Zihuan is, but will only laugh at him for being incompetent.

However, the world is ignorant, and he has been hiding on Gufeng Island for many years, so he hasn't gone to Middle-earth again, and he doesn't care too much about what others will think of him. It's just that it's a pity to see such a genius die under his own hands like this......

But at this moment, an alarm appeared in his heart, and a ray of silver lightning shot from the bottom up, it was the Longyuan Sword.

Ling Zihuan and Long Yuan Sword have been together day and night for several years, one person and one sword are spiritually connected, and they are closely related to each other, and they have established a subtle induction, just when Fang Cai's "Thousand Birds" and Long Yuan Sword are combined, you can vaguely see it.

He held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and reflexively blocked it, and the golden wind and jade dew palm was slapping on the sword. The old guy spit out the nine-night gang wind for a hundred years, and the Long Yuan Sword couldn't withstand such a huge impact, so it fell backwards and stuck to his chest.

Ling Zihuan only felt a huge amount of cold true qi surging through his body, and his body swelled to the point of pain, and the internal injuries that had just been barely suppressed recurred, and a mouthful of blood involuntarily spurted out to the sky.

His body was stirred by the power of his palm, like a kite with a broken string floating out, and his mind was in chaos, and the spirit platform was almost lost.

The middle-aged man didn't expect that such a collapsed mountain and broken Yue's palm hadn't shocked Ling Zihuan to death, only to see him fall on his back, a wisp of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth, and he struggled to get up from the ground.

He still held the Long Yuan Sword tightly in his hand, his eyes burning with unyielding flames, and he tried to stand firm.

The old guy had the thought of pity in his heart, and he didn't rush to make another eighth move, but said: "Boy, it's really not easy for you to have such a cultivation at such a young age. If you are willing to worship the old man as a teacher, the old man will not only spare your life, but also teach you the immortal arts you have learned all your life, so that you can cultivate a noble and sacred immortal bloodline in your body......"

Teach the immortal arts he has learned all his life and cultivate an immortal bloodline?!

I didn't...... Did you hear it wrong?

Ling Zihuan couldn't help but be stunned, supported by his sword, his shoulders rose and fell violently, he coughed a few times, a sneer escaped from the corner of his mouth, and he spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and said, "Dreaming!"

The old guy's face sank suddenly, he believed that his status was not low, and the immortal bloodline in his body was enough to make many warriors in the world admire and worship, with his own identity, I don't know how many people in the world would try their best to worship under the door......

Unexpectedly, this kid didn't even think about it, disdained it, and rejected it directly!

Today, seeing that Ling Zihuan is not only young, but also born with a hard bone that would rather die than yield, I can't help but like it, so I want to let him live.

Who knew that this kid didn't know how to lift, and he didn't appreciate it, and he spoke ill of himself, and suddenly moved to kill.

He smiled and said, "Okay, you have backbone! If you can take me three more times, I will let you go." ”

With Ling Zihuan's current situation, don't say three moves, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch one move. But Ling Zihuan was naturally arrogant, and he was even more reluctant to give in to others, so he sneered proudly: "I will take the same thirty moves!" But, I want Ling Zihuan to worship you, a half-immortal and half-demon thing, as a teacher, hum, no way!"