Yi Chen raised his head and looked at the gray ribbon-like mist floating above the iron curtain, his fingertips flicked, and a touch of lilac pure yang internal qi followed his fingertips to meet the strange mist.

Laugh at!

A tooth-aching sound came.

The mist evaporated instantly.

Seeing this, Yi Chen's expression suddenly changed.

He felt his pure Yang internal qi being cancelled out.

Although only a trace of insignificance.

But what if this ribbon-like fog keeps falling down? I'm afraid that they may really be able to explain here.

What's more, his anodic transformation state can only last for ten minutes, and he will usher in a period of weakness for twelve hours.

The white-haired old man looked at the four people under the siege of the Iron Curtain, revealing a look mixed with pleasure and hatred.

It laughed and said, "Fog ghost, pull the mud, lightly attack that master, spare her life, I will torture it myself." ”

"As for the other three things, kill them all, and let's divide their essence together."

Yi Chen was speechless for a while when he heard this, he glanced at Master Shuiyue, and sighed in his heart that this ghost thing did not forget its original intention, and then no longer hesitated, and rushed towards the white-haired old man with the dragon slaying sword.

Seeing Yi Chen's move, the three of them were all experienced, and the three of them looked at each other, and they all knew that there were many dreams at night, and the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for them, so they also killed the white-haired old man together.

It was at this moment that a sudden change occurred.

Black mist rose from the ground, cutting the three of Master Lianhua, Master Shuiyue, and Qingxu Daoren.

As soon as the black mist rolled, the figures of the three suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, the mud that had previously confronted the Qingxu Daoist Sound Wave Dao Law rolled back and covered the white-haired old man's body.

A part of the yellow mud was wrapped around the joints, wrists, and knees of the white-haired old man.

A part of the yellow clay forms an earth-like half-body armor that covers the upper body of the white-haired old man, and a relief of a huge mouthpart appears on his chest.

The mouthpiece relief unexpectedly moved one by one when he heard the words.

"Ghouls, you bastard, if it weren't for the fear that you would miss the Lord's big business, I wouldn't bother to care about your life or death."

"The fog ghost can only temporarily trap those three, why don't you hurry up and solve this bull's nose?"

After merging with the ground-holding mud, the white-haired old man's yin qi rose sharply, and his momentum instantly returned to its peak, and it was even slowly climbing up.

I don't know if it was out of fear of the Lord in the mouth of the mud or a loss, the white-haired old man did not reply, but carried the spine sword and met Yi Chen's dragon sword.

Rumble!

There was a muffled sound.

This time, Yi Chen and the white-haired old man each took three steps back.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man smiled strangely and said, "Bullnose, wait for death." ”

"Aren't you brave?"

"Aren't you very strong?"

"Come, kill me!"

"Why did you suddenly become a soft-footed shrimp?"

"I'd like to see how long your secret art lasts, and when the time comes, I'll be chopping you alive inch by inch."

While spraying trash talk, the white-haired old man took the initiative to meet Yi Chen with a spine sword.

It knows that the scales of victory are slowly tilting in its direction.

Yi Chen frowned, naturally he also knew the plans of these ghost things.

Don't look at the way Yi Chen and the white-haired old man are not weak in the slash now, but because of the gray ribbon-like mist hanging from time to time in the sky, the white-haired old man can get a gain, and he is a little powerless.

In addition, the duration of the anodic change is almost halfway through.

"I can't go on like this, I have to work hard."

"Otherwise, if you continue to fight like this, the white-haired old ghost will only get stronger and stronger."

"This white-haired old ghost must be dealt with in the shortest possible time, otherwise everyone will die here today."

Yi Chen's steel teeth bited, and his heart came up ruthlessly, adding all the five source points to the force attribute in the four-dimensional attribute without reservation.

He didn't even share a little bit of physical strength, this is not the time to talk about protracted battles, but to break out, to need strength.

With his incomparable strength, coupled with the benefits of the Pure Yang Law Sword that has been practiced by the Hidden Dragon Sect Master for many years, he will get the effect of one plus one being greater than two.

Perhaps, it's just a little bit worse than slashing the white-haired old ghost.

To their extent, their strength is half a point higher, and they have a great impact in actual combat.

Moment.

Heat flows through the body.

Every cell in Yi Chen's body began to cheer, sucking the heat stream as if it had been manna for a long time.

His height has risen by two centimeters again, and now he is standing above the threshold of two meters, and the muscles of his fascia, arms, thighs, waist and abdomen, and neck have begun a new round of strengthening.

The heat seeped into his bones, and under the effect of the heat flow, his bones began to emit a faint light, flashing and flashing, as if he could breathe.

At this time, Yi Chen's four-dimensional force attribute had come to 33.

Bang, bang, bang.

The Dragon Slashing Sword and the Spine Sword fought many times.

At this time, the white-haired old man began to feel that something was wrong.

He was horrified to find that the momentum of the Gao Dao people in front of him had risen again, and the already inhuman divine power was still strengthening.

The first time, he took a step backwards.

The second time, he took two steps back.

In the third blow, he took five steps backwards.

He panicked a little.

"Bullnose, let's stop today, how about it?"

Yi Chen was silent and slashed.

"Niu Nose, today Lao Tzu confessed, don't go too far, push me into a hurry, I also have a secret method, and everyone will finish playing together when the time comes."

Yi Chen was silent, buried his head and continued to slash.

The white-haired old man also looked like a ghost at this time.

This Taoist man with great power like a fierce beast.

This is pure yang internal qi like the gangrene of the appendages.

This is a pure yang magic sword that is incomparably sharp, and it is extremely restrained by the yin qi around him.

The combination of the three made him retreat in his heart.

He looked at the majestic figure in front of him and couldn't help but feel a tingling in his scalp.

Although his head was carried in his hands, it was still very numb.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Bullnose, you have something to say when you step on a horse."

"It's not easy to practice, what are we fighting for, both lose, and everyone is not good."

This time, Yi Chen stopped.

The white-haired old man was overjoyed, and felt that this bull's nose had finally opened up, but it was really not easy.

But soon the smile on its face froze, and Yi Chen's indifferent voice reached his ears.

"Poor Dao just wants to hack you to death, or be hacked to death by you!"

"Come on, go on, let's decide whether we will fight or die."

At this time, the heat flow in his body had long since disappeared, but the expression on Yi Chen's face became more and more fanatical, it was a look of extremely enjoying the battle.

In the process of fighting with the white-haired old ghost again and again, Yi Chen naturally suffered some minor injuries, but his spirit became brighter and brighter, colliding again and again, like a sledgehammer constantly beating and refining his spirit and spirit three treasures.

He even felt that his sixth-layer Pure Yang Gong had taken a small step forward, and the purple purple intent of the lilac Pure Yang Inner Qi had become a little thicker.