The sword qi was torn by the tip of the spear, and the majestic momentum collapsed, but after all, it was a strong martial arts man who struck with all his might, even if Zhao Yun played extraordinarily, he couldn't completely resist it, and part of the sword qi still fell on his body, leaving a few scars.

"More than 10,000 catties!" The old man stopped the attack, his eyes were full of incredulity, he had lived for so long, and today he was really a hell of a thing, and he had encountered so many things he had never seen at one time.

"How did you do it!"

"Don't stop, just found a feeling!" Zhao Yun just caught a trace of something, and when he saw the old man put down the sword, he suddenly became anxious, and he was fighting hard, what kind of emotion do you have, come again!

Zhao Yun stepped out in one step, the tip of the spear kept pointing out like a poisonous tongue, the old man suppressed the waves in his heart and took out his sword to resist, the gun and the sword kept colliding in the small space, bursting out with brilliant sparks and piercing friction sounds.

The more Zhao Yun fought, the more excited he became, the more frightened the old man became, although he only exerted four or five points of strength, but it was not something that a mortal realm could resist, and he couldn't help but wonder if the outside world had undergone earth-shaking changes after three years of not being born.

"Clouds cover the rain!" It was another familiar sword move, the sword qi was dense like rain, covering the secret room tightly, Zhao Yun's spear attacked to break the face, and once again swung out a force beyond 10,000 catties, although there were still a few more scars on the body and a lot of blood flowed, but it was insignificant compared to the pleasure of martial arts enlightenment.

The old man didn't want to delay any longer, and as soon as the sword came out, the sword shone brightly, and the entire secret room was illuminated.

"Break through the clouds and see the sun!" Xiao Yu's swordsmanship is an extremely profound move, the sword qi is domineering and arrogant, pointing directly at the sky, breaking through the clouds and mist to see the light.

Zhao Yun really felt the pressure, and even the sense of death crisis was stronger than before, in such a space, the golden snake could not be used at all, and this move also completely made him understand that the gap between the mortal realm and the martial arts was really not ordinary.

In the face of such a crisis, Zhao Yun originally wanted to sacrifice a self-made soul bell, but he was a little unwilling, and he had the urge to compete.

He didn't hesitate much, he was full of pride, and he had no regrets about a shot, and when he almost couldn't open his eyes, Zhao Yun simply closed his eyes, and let go of himself and sent the strongest blow in his life with his feelings.

A crisp collision sounded, echoing in the secret room for a long time and it was difficult to stop, Zhao Yun only felt a huge force coming from the body of the spear, and it was difficult to stabilize it even if he tried his best, and the spear instantly took off his hand and hit his chest, instantly spitting out a mouthful of blood. Under the severe pain, Zhao Yun opened his eyes, but saw that the bright sword light was close at hand, and after the collision, the old man's sword did not stop, but stabbed straight towards his eyebrows.

Zhao Yun retreated and immediately took out the bell, and shook it according to the syllable order of He, Qi, Si, Qi, Gong, and B.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" When the bell rang, the old man did pause for a moment, he thought it was some new attack method, and he was wary, but he found that there seemed to be nothing but unpleasant sounds.

"Useless?" Zhao Yun was even more stunned, what are you kidding, didn't you say that you can control the fog soul flower? This time the joke is too big, is it not good to make a homemade bell or is your own music level limited?

"Boy, are you playing mourning music for yourself?"

Zhao Yun shook the bell again, but the old man still didn't react.

"You didn't use the Mist Soul Flower?"

"Who told you I used the Mist Soul Flower?"

Zhao Yun was stunned, he didn't take the Misty Soul Flower, are you kidding? Ask again: "Then are you Xiao Zhen?" ”

"Hehe, the old man is indeed Xiao Zhen."

"You are Xiao Zhen, but you didn't take the Misty Soul Flower, so how did you break through the Martial Sect?"

"Hmph, of course it's by ability!"

"Is there a mist soul flower then?"

"Fog Soul Flower ......" The old man's eyes fluttered, and he seemed to have a strong grudge against these words.

Zhao Yun noticed the change in his eyes, and rang the bell again in line with the principle of a dead horse being a live horse.

"Don't struggle anymore, for the sake of the space treasure you sent, I will give you a good time!"

The old man approached step by step, his eyes were cold and ruthless, Zhao Yun's mind had sunk into the stone bead, ready to summon the golden snake, although the place was small and could not be used, but he could fight for a glimmer of life. But at this moment, an extremely cold aura suddenly rose, and the temperature of the entire secret room instantly decreased, and both Zhao Yun and the old man felt a chill, and shivered involuntarily.

"What's that?" The two of them looked around vigilantly at the same time, and at some point, a black aura had enveloped all directions, and the already depressing secret room was even more dull at the moment.

"Heh......" Suddenly, a cool moan sounded, the sound was not loud, but it had a strong penetrating power, penetrating people's hearts, and shuddering.

Then there was a loud "clang", Zhao Yun followed the sound and looked, only to see Xiao Yu's coffin lid falling to the ground, and a big hand covered with black lines stretched out from the coffin, and the scene was extremely penetrating.

"Did your ancestors die or not......

Xiao Zhen's shock was not much less than Zhao Yun's, although he knew some things, but when he really faced it, it was still unbelievable.

"Really alive ......"

"Heh......" There was another low groan, this time the sound was longer, and then the temperature in the secret room dropped a few more points, and under the frightened eyes of the two, the person in the coffin sat straight up, his back straight, I don't know if it was caused by the stiffness of his muscles after lying down for too long.

Zhao Yun looked at the bell in his hand, and had a bold conjecture in his heart, but it had not yet been verified.

"Ancestor!" Xiao Zhen was so excited that he fell to his knees all of a sudden, and said in a sad voice: "Xiao Zhen, the descendant of the Xiao family, welcomes the return of the ancestors!" ”

The person in the coffin turned his head suddenly, his exposed skin was covered with black lines, and his face was the same, extremely demonic, and his eyes were pitch black and white, and he couldn't see any expression.

"Brush!" The person in the coffin suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Xiao Zhen, and it was only a moment before and after, and Zhao Yun didn't see how the other party did it at all.

"Ancestor!" Xiao Zhen was lifted by the other party's neck like a chicken, and his nervous voice immediately trembled, for fear that his neck would be broken.

"Ancestor ......" Xiao Zhen's face was flushed, almost suffocating, and wisps of black mist emitted from the palms of his big hands and entered his body, instantly sealing the martial veins.

"What kind of monster is this...... Xiao Zhen scolded his mother in his heart, what kind of ancestor is this, he is simply an enemy, and he will kill others as soon as he comes up.

"First ......" Xiao Zhen was about to lose his voice, and just when he felt desperate, the breath flowing into his body receded like a tide, and Xiao Zhen was overjoyed, thinking that the ancestor recognized him as a descendant of the next generation.

But in Zhao Yun's eyes, it was a completely different scene, in his gaze, Xiao Zhen's body quickly deflated, and it became skin and bones in an instant. The man let go of his hand, and Xiao Zhen's body fell to the ground weakly, with a weird smile on his face, not knowing what he had experienced before he died.

The man looked at Zhao Yun, and his head was dizzy and his heart was filled with endless horror. Suddenly, the man's figure disappeared, and Zhao Yun subconsciously retreated too late, only to feel that his neck tightened and his feet left the ground, and he was lifted up like Xiao Zhen just now.

The man's hand strength was very strong, Zhao Yun instantly had difficulty breathing, and felt a yin and evil aura enter his body, and immediately felt bad, and shook the bell in his hand with all his strength.

"He, Ruler, Four, Ruler, Gong, Gong, B......" The slightly messy bell rang, and the man's dark and indifferent eyes were sluggish, but he did not stop the movements in his hands, but grabbed it tighter and tighter, and his nails instantly fell into the flesh, and Zhao Yun trembled in pain.

Zhao Yun kicked on the man's chest, trying to get out with his strength, but this kick seemed to be kicked on the iron plate and had no effect, seeing that it would be life-threatening to delay for another half a minute, Zhao Yun decisively gave up the rattle, and threw a shot at his arm with the strength of milk, and then he barely got out.

Seeing the man approaching again, Zhao Yun, who was out of breath, hurriedly shook the bell, but fortunately this time it worked, the man stopped three inches in front of him, and the outstretched claws stopped in mid-air.

Zhao Yun didn't dare to come out, he looked at the man while shaking the bell, and immediately became nervous when he saw the look of struggle in his eyes, if this bell is useless, I am afraid that he will have to explain it here today, even if he calls the thirteen Taibao out, it is estimated that he will not be able to clean up this guy.

"Well, go back and continue to lie down!" Seeing that the man didn't react for a long time, Zhao Yun shook the bell and walked to the coffin, trying to make the man lie back down, at first the man didn't react, but gradually he really moved, and then jumped into the coffin.