Li Bai was stunned: How to drop? Had I been discovered a long time ago? Hmm~ It seems that the latent technique has to be learned from the King of Lanling.

Although he thought so, his body was slowly walking out from behind the stone pillar step by step, and he slowly drew his sword, staring at the "mysterious" looking patriarch on the throne with cold eyes.

"Looks like you knew I was coming here, but I figured out that you were the one who started it all!"

The patriarch shook his head and shrugged: "Alas...... No way, the mission. ”

Phew! Good guy, my awesome lines were actually perfunctory by you with no way to do it? And you still deserve to talk about the word mission?

"Hahahaha~" The Demon Soul Patriarch looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter echoed in the hall, looking so hollow and permeating.

"Presumably the Sword Immortal has already guessed who hurt Marco Polo, otherwise you wouldn't be here, am I right?" The patriarch was possessed forward, aggressive.

Harm? Isn't Marco dead?

"Cut." Li Bai responded to the other party with a contemptuous expression. Suddenly, he shifted his style of painting, stepped backwards, jumped with both feet, aimed his long sword at the patriarch, and stabbed his body as quickly as a swallow. The patriarch smiled calmly, and just as the blade of the sword was only a fist away from his face, it suddenly disappeared in place with a cloud of mist. "Smack! ......"Li Bai's long sword plunged straight into the stone pillar behind him, stabbed a few centimeters in, and cracks extended around the opening, and some gravel fell to the ground.

"Poof!" A cloud of mist appeared in human form, and the patriarch sat on the opposite side as it was, looking at him with the same expression.

I've never seen such a lazy boss, and I don't stand up when I start fighting.

Li Bai gritted his teeth, and pulled out the sword that was tightly inserted into the pillar with a "stumbling stagger".

"What a Qinglian Sword Immortal, is it true that there is no game in the canyon, and the swordsmanship has regressed? Hmph, it's my turn. ”

Suddenly, the patriarch's body gradually turned into a mist, and the bottles and cans in the hall and the paintings hanging on the walls began to shake violently. When Li Bai stared at him in surprise, the fog rushed straight over like a shock wave. Li Bai hurriedly held the sword in his hand sideways, trying to resist. This wave of manipulation didn't seem to hurt him, and the mist gradually formed a circle around him, enveloping him and the stone pillar. The mist circle slowly leaned inward, and the range shrank smaller and smaller, approaching the position of Li Bai's chest. Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Bai hurriedly slashed with his sword. The fog ring was as indestructible as if it were made of iron, and it made a "ding, ding" sound, and sparks flew everywhere, but it was intact.

Damn, what kind of formation is this, it's too demonic. Go on like this...... No way...... Tired...... It's dizzy......

Li Bai felt that his eyelids began to become heavy, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. It was as if the spell was draining what little strength he had and devouring his soul.

No, I can't do that, I'm the first in the canyon...... Sword Immortal ......

Li Bai weakly dropped his sword, covered his head, and felt that his legs were like being filled with lead, and he couldn't move half a step. Looking down, he vaguely saw a mass of black substance slowly spreading upwards along his legs like a coiled snake.

"You...... What have you done to me......! ”

The patriarch turned back into a human form, sat on a chair and looked at the weak Li Bai, very satisfied, glanced at the demon soul mage, got up and tidied up his clothes, and left the hall with his hands behind his back.

Two guards emerged from the rear and staggered the throne back to its place.

The mage bent slightly, watching the patriarch leave. After he left, he turned around and took out a bottle of potion from his arms, and shook it in front of Li Bai with his skinny hand. The potion is green in color and bubbling from time to time.

"What do you want to do......"

Li Bai stared weakly at the mage and the bottle of potion he took out, gritting his teeth, without the slightest intention of relaxing.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt, it'll be fine in a while."

"Smack!" The medicine bottle was shattered under Li Bai's feet, and the potion suddenly emitted green smoke and penetrated into the spell mist, and the speed of the spread of the black substance wrapped around his body accelerated, and the mana fluctuations became more and more intense, and the stone pillars in the hall began to tremble, and kept falling stones.

Li Bai groaned in pain, and his pupils showed signs of turning purple. He writhed as hard as he could, trying to break free of the Devouring Circle, but the unknown spell had already exhausted his physical strength.

He lowered his head weakly, gasping for air, his fists clenched all the time, maintaining the remnants of consciousness.

Damn it...... Really cornered? I want to be famous in the first life of the Sword Immortal in the Canyon, I have fought all over the world, and I have won countless fans, but I have been hastily in this way all my life, alas......

"You, you, carry him back to my lab!"

"Yes!" The two guards ran towards Li Bai again, trying to carry him away.

"Whoosh! Sou! Burst! Burst! Uh-a-ah......"

Suddenly, two arrows of energy and fire flew towards the two guards, hitting the vital parts with precision. With the screams one after another, the two guards suddenly turned to ashes.

Li Bai was startled by the sudden two arrows, and supported his head to look in the direction of the door. I saw that under the reflection of the torches, several figures stood side by side, and the person in the middle was holding a bow, still in a full state, and it seemed that he had shot the arrow just now. Take a look to the side......

Oh, they're all old acquaintances.

Li Bai showed a wry smile, and then lowered his head and remained motionless......

To be continued