This sound is not loud, but it carries a sense of vicissitudes that have been deposited for thousands of years, and it has reached everyone's ears.

"I disagree. "In the Great Xia Dynasty, who would dare to say no word to Leng Xueyin? It was an old man with gray hair, an old man who would never leave the wine gourd, and an old drunkard Xue who despised the enemy.

The old drunkard took steady steps, and without waiting for everyone to give way, he had already arrived on the stage, in front of Leng Xueyin, and to Ning Ran's side.

Everyone's eyes widened, because a half-soy sauce cultivator like the elders of the Four Great Spirits had seen Xue Qing's heroic appearance and heard of the great deeds of the old drunkard. The old drunkard is a character who can be compared with Dugucheng and Leng Xiayu, and he is the first wine in the world in the mouth of the Taoist idiot, and he is a character who cultivates against the sky.

Leng Xueyin looked at the old drunkard, and there was a hint of caution on her unfazed face, several people from the evil spirit clan had left Yunxianglou unconsciously, but there was one more stunning color that she thought was even more difficult to deal with.

"Little girl, why do you accept my grandson as an apprentice at such a young age?" the old drunkard said lightly.

What? This kid is actually the grandson of the old drunkard Xue Qingdi, which one is this singing, there are inevitably more scenes today, and everyone secretly speculates in their hearts.

Ning Ran was very calm in his heart, he felt that the old drunkard was really righteous, he only had a little relationship with his daughter Grandma Sun, he just had a drink with him, but he pretended to be his grandfather to save himself from Leng Xueyin's clutches.

"I don't need a reason to do things coldly. Today she seems to be more oblivious than ever, even if she is an old drunkard, she doesn't pay attention to it.

Hearing Leng Xueyin's words, everyone didn't understand it again, was she stupid? For such a kid, to be exact, for the sake of the heavenly demon wolf and the old drunkard who ruled the world, was it worth it?

The old drunkard's wrinkled face smiled, and he said, "You're not a damned person, I'll take you now." This voice came from outside the door of Yunxiang Building, it turned out that the old drunkard was like lightning, and he had already taken Ning Ran out of Yunxiang Building, and everyone looked at the stage, and the figures of the three people had long since disappeared.

The old drunkard held a wine gourd in one hand and Ning Ran in the other, standing in the vast autumn rain. Opposite the two of them was naturally the black figure of Leng Xueyin.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the streets of Fengyue City had long been unable to see the passers-by, and the rain seemed to fall silently beside the two of them, because there was no trace of rain on the clothes of the two. As for Ning Ran's rain, his soaked clothes clinged to his body, showing his thin body even more.

Seeing Leng Xueyin entangled, the old drunkard's old face became indifferent, and he threw Ning Ran on the side of the road with one hand, and looked at the woman in black dress in front of him fiercely.

At this time, the monks in the Yunxiang Building were scattered on both sides of the street, some leaning against the windows of the upper floors, some standing at the door, and some hiding by the eaves, and no one dared to stand on the street.

However, these people are excited, they are eager to see a battle at the pinnacle, and a battle like this can make these people who are hovering within a realm and those who are steadily ascending to a high level of cultivation comprehend, and it will be of great benefit to their future cultivation.

In the heavy rain, except for Ning Ran, who was standing on the side of the street, they were the top two people in the Great Xia Dynasty. The old drunkard didn't dare to slack off at all, and in the face of a person who could attract spirits, maybe anything could happen. Leng Xueyin's expression was even more tense, and it was the first time in her life that she fought with a world-famous figure like an old drunkard.

Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the two of them tightly, they felt that although Leng Xueyin was powerful, the one-faced old drunkard hit the stone with an egg, although the Taoist idiot said that she was the first thorn in the world, but she was too young after all.

And what kind of character is the old drunkard? When the old drunkard was majestic and proud of the world, Dugu City was not the first in the world, Leng Xiayu had just become the saint of the Great Xia Dynasty, Xue Ziyan was not yet a sword god, Liu Yunxiang had not yet taken over Yunxiang Building, and Leng Xueyin had just descended into the world.

This is a battle between two generations, this is a battle between a new group of cultivators and the older generation, as Ning Ran said, the heroes of the world are born of my generation, and the young Leng Xue Yin can compete with the old drunkard.

In Leng Xueyin's life, this was the first time she took the lead. As soon as her jade hand was raised, the rain that fell down turned into a small sword, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of small swords floated beside her, maybe only for a moment, and the sharp tips of the swords stabbed towards the old drunkard.

The old drunkard bit the lid of the pot, drank a mouthful of his daughter's incense, and threw the gourd containing half a pot of wine into the sky.

Soon, the ten million rain swords containing spiritual power collided with the rain wall.

"Bang!" everyone quickly shrank their heads, only to see a balloon of water larger than a house form in the middle of the street, and then splash in all directions. Everyone was okay, relying on the house to avoid the scattered rain, and Ning Ran, who was standing on the side of the road, seemed to experience a waterfall that flowed 3,000 feet, and smashed on his body alive, he instantly knelt on one knee, but his trembling body slowly stood up again.

The old drunkard and Leng Xueyin naturally ignored him, and in this kind of battle, the slightest distraction could lead to a complete loss.

This blow was quite equal, Leng Xueyin didn't give the old drunkard a chance to grasp the opportunity, her black shadow was like a ghost, floating in the rain, with the purple sword qi in her hand, attacking it.

The old drunkard's brows were furrowed, and the spiritual power on his rough hands came out one after another, and the yellow light suddenly appeared, facing Leng Xue's groan.

The reason why Leng Xueyin is called the first thorn in the world by Dao idiots is not how rebellious her cultivation is, but how fast her sword is.

Everyone was confused, and they couldn't see any shadows of the two of them in the heavy rain, and they couldn't even catch the old drunkard's green shirt and cold snowy black dress, and they could only see two spiritual powers, one yellow and one purple, shuttling between heaven and earth.

After a while, the two of them appeared again in the vast heavy rain, but by this time more than a hundred tricks had passed, and looking at those messy roofs, everything was self-evident.

The old drunkard chuckled and said: "Little girl, your body technique is so high, it is rare in my life, and the speed of swordsmanship is unmatched, but after all, your cultivation is weaker." ”

When the words fell, I saw a little blood stain on the corner of Leng Xueyin's mouth, she was indeed more or less injured in the fight just now, and in terms of cultivation, there was indeed a gap between the two. However, Leng Xueyin's face was not defeated, let alone stiff, but showed a smile that turned everyone upside down.

Looking at her smile, everyone was stunned, looking at her, Ning Ran was in a trance, looking at her smile, Lao Jiu secretly said: I have a plan.

I saw Leng Xueyin's slender jade hand, instantly sealed, and went down to the ground.

Beams of light instantly appeared around the old drunkard, up and down, left and right, in all directions to the west, intertwined, like a huge birdcage, locking the old drunkard inside.

"Earth Spirit Nine Cage Array!"

It turned out that Leng Xueyin had just pretended to make a hundred moves with the old drunkard's sword, leaving nine hundred and eighty-one earth spirit runes on the ground, and when the old drunkard entered the light and heavy ones, Leng Xueyin was using the technique of inducing spirits to activate the "Earth Spirit Nine Cage Array" that claimed to be able to trap everything!

The old drunkard knew that he had miscalculated, it was too late, and he was locked in it at the moment. He became extremely serious, he knew the power of the spirit channeling technique, and he was absolutely cautious from beginning to end, but he still couldn't guard against it.

Everyone was shocked, and a few people exclaimed: "Is this the legendary spirit attraction technique?"

At this moment, Ning Ran's heart seemed to become a little contradictory, he didn't know who he wanted to win, and he didn't know who he should go with.

Looking at the current situation, the old drunkard is more auspicious, he is like a lamb to be slaughtered, and he is about to sing the last sword of Leng Xueyin.

This cage formed with the power of eighty-one earth spirits flashed out in an instant, and every place in all directions turned into a crystal sword tip, as if it was the bloody mouth of a sea beast, engulfing the old drunkard.

Except for Leng Xueyin, everyone's eyes widened, looking at this scene in a daze, and their trembling little hearts seemed to have lost their beating.

But under that light, almost everyone's eyes closed, and through that gap, they guessed what would become of the old drunkard's corpse.

It's just that there was a frown that suddenly frowned, and there was a slightly surprised expression on his face, cold eyes, staring at the front, and Leng Xue was really shocked.

Eventually, the dazzling light dissipated, replaced by strings of rain. And in the midst of the rain stood a majestic old man, but everyone did not look at him, but at the golden dragon above him.

"It's fate!" shouted no one, he had forgotten his life and death, and could not contain his excitement.

Everyone knows that only the strong who have reached the Nine Realms will have a life image, and the life image does not belong to everyone, it only belongs to people with unmatched talents, and it is synonymous with the strong.

The reason why everyone knows that the old drunkard has the life image of the Nine Realms on his head, not the holy image that exists in the Six Realms, is just because the holy image cannot be moved, and the life image gives it life.

I saw the dragon on the head of the old drunkard, with its claws and blinking its eyes, vividly presented in front of everyone.

"The old drunkard is really powerful, and he actually stepped into the Nine Realms. ”

"The old drunkard is estimated to be able to fight with the Holy One. ”

"Old drunkard......" whispered in the crowd.

The old drunkard's face became ugly, and he looked at Leng Xueyin and said seriously: "Little girl, I haven't used the power of life for a hundred years, so I will definitely kill you today, even if you are Leng Xiayu's daughter." ”

This is the death order given by the old drunkard to Leng Xue, and no one will be able to kill her.

But Leng Xue Yin's face did not change, and he summoned a thin and beautiful long sword in his hand, glowing with a beautiful purple light, which was a divine sword that crisscrossed the four seas and eight wildernesses-Zi Nian.

I only heard her say lightly: "You should know that I am a sword cultivator." ”

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