The middle-aged man's head was tightly clasped by Xia Ze's five fingers, his brows were slightly furrowed, but he didn't make a big move, and he just wanted to speak.

As a result, in an instant, the young man's five fingers suddenly exerted force, and in an instant, the skull exploded on the spot, and the plasma splattered.

"Childe...... The old man, he ...... He ......" Chen Tan was crying and put his head on the shoulder of the young man in the green shirt.

Xia Ze nodded, put one hand on Chen Tanjing's head, and gently comforted: "I already know, I blame me for this matter, I am too slow to act."

In summer, her eyes were slightly red, and she stood in place and slowly lowered her head, inevitably feeling a little aggrieved.

Xia Ze took a few steps forward, put one hand on the shoulder of the red-robed boy, and said angrily at an illusory mist in the distance, "Report your name."

Chen Tanjing and Swallow Tian were a little puzzled, and when they followed the reputation, they saw an imperceptible mist in the distance, and after Xia Ze spoke, his figure became more and more staring, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into the figure of a man.

This person is the middle-aged man who was crushed by Xia Ze's head before, his sleeves are fluttering at this moment, and a faint cyan mist is emitting from time to time on his body, but he is always smiling.

He clasped his fists and said, "I can't imagine that a broken family like ours can squat down a heavenly gift, you and I have no grudges, why don't we make peace?"

Chen Tanjing, who was held in Xia Ze's arms, could obviously feel that at the moment when the man spoke, Xia Ze's body was obviously a little more chilly.

When the lightning was too fast, a punch was struck.

The fist intent did not have the slightest reservation, roaring like a dragon, and in an instant, with Xia Ze as the center, Chen Tanjing and the young master of the mansion who had passed out in the house were included, including the body of the old Taoist who had died.

The entire courtyard was shattered by a monstrous fist.

The man's face changed slightly, and his body retreated violently to dodge the stormy fist, and at the same time, he used the flying sword to cut off the close fist, but he never expected that this young young man could have such a terrifying fist.

Suddenly, a black fist pierced through the defense of the cyan flying sword, drilled a gap, and smashed heavily on the middle-aged man's shoulder, just in an instant, the flesh and blood on the man's shoulder and the broken white bones were blown into the sky.

A black figure flashed away, and when the man came back to his senses, the young man in the green shirt had already come to him, and threw a punch, hitting him in the face impartially.

"It's done?!" Chen Tanjing couldn't help but be ecstatic.

But in the next moment, the cyan flying sword flew in the first step, blocking the door in front of the man, and was just smashed by Xia Ze's fist, which also won a glimmer of life for the man.

A vermilion long sword was taken out of the square inch by the man, and when the long sword was unsheathed, countless red flying bird phantoms appeared out of thin air, surrounding him and Xia Ze.

The man no longer dared to spare his hand, jumped high, and slashed down with his sword.

The narrow red sword qi was surrounded by red flying birds, and it shook Xia Ze's fist!

Chen Tanjing was so shaken by the white light that he couldn't open his eyes, swallowing the sky and reacting very quickly, first protecting Chen Tanjing, and then grabbing the body of the old Taoist who had died, running to the room behind him, and then when the wave of sword qi and fist regression came, a small hand slapped the ground under his feet.

A hideous beast with a body as bright as blood suddenly appeared, and its bloody mouth opened, shaking away the wind in front of it.

The middle-aged man flew over the dilapidated courtyard, hovering in the sky, recalling the previous punch, he only felt palpitations, such a punch may not be achieved by ordinary martial artists, that kid may be among the strongest martial artists in a certain realm.

With a loud bang, a figure pierced the mist, and with a spirit official punishment style, it broke through the sword qi of the middle-aged man's body, and the corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised, and the sword fell again.

I didn't think that Xia Ze wouldn't even dodge, and after resisting a sword with his body, he killed in front of the man, and tore the flesh and blood in front of the man with a fierce and fierce old Jiao intercepting the river.

The man's face turned pale, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and after retreating slightly, a sword swept out, the vermilion sword qi was extremely powerful, and the speed was even faster like a thunderbolt

The red bird, while screaming, frantically tore Xia Ze's body.

In an instant, Xia Ze's figure was already engulfed by the birds.

Summer just wanted to withdraw to save, but the next moment, I saw a golden light in front of me, and the aura that was thick like porridge water was rising, and finally after everyone's surprised eyes, a three-zhang tall gold-armored god was smashed down in the courtyard, holding a golden whip and sword, majestic.

The golden-armored god man roared, and with a swing of his sword, thousands of red birds immediately exploded in a mournful roar, and their bodies exploded, and their conditions were miserable.

Xia Ze stood in the ruins, holding a golden armor god talisman in his fingers, his heart moved, the golden armor god man was connected to his mind, and for a while, his huge figure rose from the ground, and handed out a sword that destroyed the world to the middle-aged man hovering in mid-air.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and with extreme speed, he held a sword in his hand and slashed through it.

That red sword qi, which was three zhang wide, was like a shocking rainbow shadow, slashing across the sky, and the sword qi was so heavy that even the people present felt that their vision was pitch black in front of them.

"I, Zheng Xiu, am a monk of the Eleventh Realm, just a talisman, what can I do?" The man chuckled secretly.

The golden-armored god-man slammed headlong into the majestic sword qi and set up the golden whip sword, but he was still pressed back by that sword qi, and finally exploded with a deafening bang, and the gold-armored god-man who was full of cracks all over his body immediately shattered into thousands of golden points of light.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth were slightly raised, and he was just about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but soon he was frightened by the six gods and no masters, and the talismans of different colors floated out of the palm of his hand when the golden armor god man was shattered, and with the help of that strong wind, he had already completely covered him in an instant.

The talismans fluttering in the sky ignited a raging flame.

The thunder in the sky rolled, the wind roared, the fire roared, and countless talisman spells wrapped Zheng Xiu in it.

But Zheng Xiu obviously wouldn't sit still, he smashed hundreds of the first to kill the talisman spell with a single sword, and then shook his sleeves, and immediately threw out a stirring thunder pool made of golden thunderbolts.

Lei Chi continued to expand, protecting him as a person.

Although it was the middle of the night at the moment, the entire courtyard was as bright as day because of the two of them.

Zheng Sleeve was just about to stand in the thunder pool, watching the spells dissipate, and he just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment his face became ugly.

Where is the figure of the boy in the same place?

A bad thought instantly haunted his whole mind.

His neck was cold for a while, and the man turned his head suddenly, only to see Xia Ze, who appeared for no reason, holding a long sword full of red flames, and handed it out.

The sword aura of the long sword is so heavy and domineering that he has never seen it in his life, so that his half-immortal sword, known as the frightened bird, is overshadowed at this moment, and there is even the thought of kneeling and surrendering echoing in his heart.

This is a fairy sword, this is Zheng Sleeve's last thought before he dies.

Xia Ze split all the miasma that wrapped this courtyard with a sword, slowly landed, grabbed a bloodstained head in his hand, and quietly landed.

But he didn't walk towards Chen Tanjing and Xia for the first time, but raised his sword and pointed to a certain figure in the distance, and said angrily: "Leave your life and let your master come to see me, if I don't see him tomorrow, I will also accept the rest of your life."

In the distance, the figure had a bitter face, this person was Zheng Sleeve, he had been hiding in the dark from beginning to end, and it was his Yin God and Yang God who fought with Xia Ze, but today it was the boat capsized in the gutter, and the Yin and Yang God was actually killed by the young man in the green shirt.

"Get out." Xia Ze was concise and to the point.

The figure really didn't dare to stay any longer, and the figure fled against the wind.

Xia Ze walked to the old Taoist who had died, measured it carefully, and shook his head.

Chen Tanjing was puzzled: "Childe, this old man seems to be a good person, can you save him."

Xia Ze sighed: "A sword pierced his chest, and at the same time shattered all the divine souls, and he was hopeless."

Xia Ze had asked Wu Xiao before, if a person who died in vain wants to be reincarnated, he must find a way to go to Xudu, and it is not easy to suffer.

He flipped his hand and took out a cyan impermanence extradition charm,

Slowly sticking to the eyebrows of the old Taoist, waiting for the black and white impermanence and other yin to come to extradite the old Taoist.

Unexpectedly, when the talisman was attached to the center of his eyebrows, the old Taoist suddenly sat up for some reason, and Chen Tanjing screamed in fright.

The old Taoist survived the catastrophe, his face was frightened, he gasped for breath, and kept patting his chest and said, "I'm scared to death of the old man, I'm scared of the old man, and I thought that I would be in the water today."

Xia Ze couldn't cry or laugh: "Since Dao Chief, since you are not dead, why did you come back to life again, could it be that you faked your death before?"

The old Taoist looked Xia Ze up and down, and said in his heart where did he come from, he was so speechless, but thinking that it was Xia Ze who came to the rescue before, maybe he could make friends with him and save some incense, so he raised a kind smile and said with a smile: "Brother Jun, you don't know, when you go out, safety comes first, people who cultivate the Tao are to help the needy, kill demons and eliminate demons, but the most important thing is to be less involved in cause and effect."

Chen Tanjing's face was full of black lines, and he said in his heart that he was really fake his death.

The old Taoist continued: "Fortunately, a hundred years ago, when the master was in ancient times, I was added with a Taixuan True Talisman and planted it in my heart, in case of a life and death crisis, the old man could fall into suspended animation, even if his hands and feet were broken, he could recover as before, and he would have an extra life for no reason."

Xia Ze was amazed, but when he saw the old Taoist, he sighed again: "It's just that today that the talisman is damaged, and the next time you encounter a catastrophe of life and death, you will really die."

The old Taoist smiled flatteringly: "Brother Jun, old man, I saw you fighting against that guy before, using a variety of talismans, isn't it a talisman master? Looking young, we must have been cultivating for a hundred years, why don't we take advantage of this moonlight today and become brothers?"