In the roar, the power of the gray-clothed old man's qi and blood surged like thunder, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed a few points again.

The two fists burst out one after another, and dozens of flying swords that flashed with sword qi were crushed by the furious fist the moment they approached.

Song Xuan controlled the follow-up flying sword to continue to attack like raindrops, limiting his attack, while observing the methods of the martial arts master.

Gradually, he had a clear understanding of the strength of the martial arts master.

The martial arts master mainly fights the enemy with the power of heaven and earth.

This gray-clothed old man fused his flesh and blood with the power of heaven and earth, turning it into a violent fist, destroying and decaying everywhere he passed, and his power was extremely terrifying.

The stronger his physical body, the more surging the power of qi and blood, the stronger the power of heaven and earth that he can integrate.

In other words, one's own spirit is the foundation, and the more stable, tenacious and powerful the foundation, the more terrifying the momentum of carrying and integrating.

Just the fist of the One Flower Grandmaster, the power of one punch is already so considerable, so what will happen to the Two Flower Grandmaster?

When his three flowers condense into a martial arts primordial god and step into the realm of the grandmaster, when a sword comes out, what kind of sword momentum will it be?

Destroy a city with a sword?

The old man in gray was very aggrieved, and in terms of instant explosiveness, the flying sword in the sky was far inferior to him.

But Song Xuan's offensive was like a rain curtain wave after wave, not giving him a chance to break out of the encirclement at all, flying swords in groups of sixty, forming a group of sword formations, layer upon layer, group after group.

In the old man's field of vision, the sky was all over the world, and the whole heaven and earth were full of flying swords, unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south, and could not feel the spatial orientation, he seemed to be trapped in the superimposed sword array.

After a stick of incense, the old man's qi and blood power began to decline, his fist did not have the initial rage, and there were more bloodstained sword marks on his body.

"It's over!"

Song Xuan felt that he had almost observed, and he had a general understanding of the strength of the Grandmaster or the Grandmaster of Yihua.

Grandmaster Yihua can no longer bring him a sense of crisis, just a few small means of controlling the flying sword after breaking through can grind the other party to death.

And in fact, his strongest means is not long-range flying sword attacks, but melee combat!

Sorry!

The Pure Yang Wuji Sword behind Song Xuan is out of its sheath!

The sound of a dragon's sword roar resounded in the sky, and a sword stabbed out, as if the Netherworld had descended on the world, countless powerful ghosts and Shura were roaring, and the emotions of despair and fear appeared in everyone's hearts.

Although the old man in gray was a martial arts master, under that sword, for a moment, he saw the king of Yama in the Netherworld, holding the book of life and death in his hand, and smiled slightly at him.

His consciousness froze for a moment.

And just for a moment, it's enough.

The master fights, and life and death are just in that moment.

Whew!

When the old man's consciousness returned, he happened to see that there were countless sword lights in the sky and earth, like stars in the sky, shining to the extreme.

Laugh at!

The starry sky was the only one in the moment, the sword was superimposed to the extreme, and the gray-clothed old man had a clear understanding that his proud and indestructible body was pierced.

With a sigh, the long sword was sheathed, Song Xuan's figure staggered beside him, and then walked forward without looking back.

"Your physical body is very strong, and it is really difficult to break through with your fists.

But your weakness is so obvious that if I wanted to kill you, I would actually only need a sword! ”

The old man in gray raised his hand and touched his eyebrows a little dazedly, where it had been pierced by a sword, and blood slowly seeped out along the rain.

"Weakness?"

The old man smiled bitterly, his spiritual will was indeed too weak compared to his incomparably powerful physical body.

It's not that he doesn't know this weakness, but all along, he has spent most of his time in the villa and meditated, that is, he has only recently traveled with the young master, and he has not met any decent masters.

After all, the enemies he encountered were all killed with a single punch, and slowly, he ignored his weakness.

It wasn't until today that he remembered when Song Xuan mentioned it.

Yes, my weakness is still obvious!

The center of his eyebrows was pierced, and the power of qi and blood in his body began to decline, and the whole body was filled with death, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Before he died, he realized, "You are, Grandmaster Shuanghua?" ”

Song Xuan smiled noncommittally.

He's not a Double-Flower Grandmaster, not even a Grandmaster.

But it doesn't matter, he can kill a flower grandmaster with a sword, and in terms of combat power, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a double flower grandmaster.

The gray-clothed old man closed his eyes in relief, dying at the hands of such a supreme grandmaster is not in vain!

"This is dead?"

Song Qian stepped into the air with a fat and thin head, stared at the gray-clothed old man who fell to the ground, and pursed her lips with some disdain.

"It's so powerful, but it's not a matter of a sword!"

Song Xuan glanced at her, "Don't underestimate him, this person's physical defense is extremely strong, his qi and blood are surging, and his ability to continue fighting is also extremely high, if it weren't for the weakness being too obvious, it would take a lot of effort for me to kill him today." ”

Song Qian sighed and said with emotion: "I understand, the road of martial arts, you can not pursue invincibility, but you must not have shortcomings, what you want to say, is this what you mean?" ”

Song Xuan nodded, "Speaking of which, he is too big."

This kind of person is not suitable for fighting alone, and needs to have the right teammates to cooperate with him to resist the enemy's mental attacks.

He seems to have been killed by me, but in fact he died under his own arrogance! ”

Song Qian heheed twice, "Brother, you just don't have a backache when you stand and talk." You don't look very old, and you don't have the 'power' that a grandmaster should have.

You say he's arrogant, but if you're a martial arts master, I'm afraid he won't be able to take you seriously, right? ”

Song Xuan nodded, "What you said also makes sense."

So, remember, in the face of the enemy in the future, you will use a trick when you come up, and if you can't hit it with a move, you will immediately turn around and run, don't care about what face you don't have.

This old man didn't have an advantage in the first two fist bombardments, if he had a little brain, he should understand that my true strength might not be just as simple as innate cultivation.

With his Grandmaster Realm cultivation, he ran away from the beginning, and I really couldn't leave him behind. ”

Song Qian nodded again and again.

In fact, these similar words, every time the elder brother kills a master, he will teach her.

But Song Qian was not annoyed at all, but quite happy.

She has been used to listening since she was a child, and if she can't hear it one day, she will not be able to adapt to it.

Song Xuan walked to the old man's corpse, bent down and prepared to touch the corpse, a master like this should have some good things on him, right?

But after a little groaning, he got up and beckoned to Song Qian.

"Come, search and see if there are any good things on him."

The job of touching the corpse and opening the treasure chest is more suitable for the Emperor Ou.