Long Jianfei and the old man in the brocade robe are only ten steps away, even for the martial arts masters in the world, it is not a very long distance, a sword stabbed out only to see a flash of white light, and it has been in front of the old man's eyes in an instant, the so-called sword is a hundred soldiers, upright, out of the invisible, Long Jianfei's stab seems simple, but it has already obtained a few points of the essence of the way of the sword.

However, this brocade robe old man is not an idle person, his body shakes and releases all the coercion, as if he is already a strong man at the peak of the late Yuan Infant period, in terms of cultivation alone, he is much stronger than Long Jianfei in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, and as soon as he raised his hand, he instantly summoned a stone wall in front of him, separating Long Jianfei from himself.

In fact, the old man in the brocade robe did not have this spell that was not very mysterious, it was just a "stone wall technique" that could be performed by low-level cultivators, and it still belonged to the most common five-element spell category, but the speed of the old man in the brocade robe was still a little unexpected by Long Jianfei.

Moreover, the "Stone Wall Technique" performed by ordinary cultivators could only be like a mantis arm blocking the car in front of Long Jianfei's sword, but the stone wall of the old man in the brocade robe made Long Jianfei inexplicably feel like he couldn't start.

However, Long Jianfei was a young man, and he had already comprehended the two avenues at the same time before he condensed the Yuan Infant, even if he was afraid of the strong man in the late Yuan Infant stage, the Ten Thousand Years Cold Ice Sword still stabbed down without hesitation.

I heard a loud noise, and in an instant, ice flowers splashed everywhere, and the Ten Thousand Year Cold Ice Sword was shattered, but the stone wall was also overwhelmed, and it collapsed in an instant.

However, this shattered Ten Thousand Years Ice Sword was just a sword light, and Long Jianfei was not discouraged when he missed a blow, and with a flick of his wrist, the Ten Thousand Years Ice Sword still stabbed straight out without any fancy.

The old man in the brocade robe was deep in the earth-walking avenue, and the power of this stone wall technique was no less than the magic weapon of ordinary cultivators, but he didn't expect that he didn't block the power of the dragon sword flying a sword, and he couldn't help but be a little amazed by the power of this young man's sword light.

Especially when Long Jianfei concocted another sword stabbing like this, the old man in the brocade robe finally began to regret that he was too big, and he didn't sacrifice the magic weapon for the first time just now, but now it is obviously too late to sacrifice the magic weapon, and the old man in the brocade robe can only raise his hand according to the gourd painting scoop and once again summon a stone wall between himself and Long Jianfei.

The sword light shattered, the stone wall collapsed, and Long Jianfei and the brocade-robed old man fought again.

Long Jianfei knows that the opportunity can not be lost, and it will not come again, the ability of the old man in the brocade robe is indeed very good, if he comes back to his senses, he is afraid that he will be more auspicious, so he is strong luck aura, a sword light shattered and then stabbed out a sword, a sword after a sword, a sword is as fast as a sword, and one after another sword light is like a tide constantly stabbing towards the old man in the brocade robe.

The old man in the brocade robe lost the opportunity for a while, and he could only retreat with all his strength, while relying on a stone wall technique to delay Long Jianfei's attack.

In just a moment, Long Jianfei didn't know how many steps he took forward, how many swords he stabbed out, how many heavy stone walls he struck, only how many swords Long Jianfei stabbed out, how many heavy stone walls the brocade-robed old man summoned, and how many sword lights he shattered.

Although this fierce battle was not fancy at all, it was just a competition of pure strength, but slowly the old man in the brocade robe found that his body had been covered with frost, and the operation of the aura became a little stagnant, and even the speed of casting spells was more or less affected, although this impact was minimal, but in the face of the dragon sword's tide-like attack, it was infinitely magnified, and the delicate balance was finally broken.

In the face of the sword light of Long Jianfei, the old man in the brocade robe could no longer remain calm, when the sword light flew closer, the stone wall was no longer in front of him early, although he still barely had time to protect the vital points of the whole body, but it was always half a beat slower than the sword light, and it was getting slower and slower.

"Damn! It's just that a small Kunzhou cultivator has comprehended two avenues at the same time!" The old man in the brocade robe who was in danger couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and he could only do his best to support it.

On the other hand, Long Jianfei became more and more courageous, and the sword light became sharper and more dense, vowing to kill the old man in the brocade robe on the spot with all his might.

At this time, Long Jianfei stabbed out with a sword, and the stone wall of the old man in the brocade robe was belated, although it condensed the shape of the stone wall, it did not reach the extreme power, and was pierced by the dragon Jianfei with a sword, and the sword light of the 10,000-year-old cold ice sword was castrated, and flew straight to the chest of the old man in the brocade robe.

If this sword is stabbed, even if the old man in the brocade robe will not fall on the spot, his body will definitely be destroyed, and he will naturally not be able to urge the magic weapon at that time, and he will still not be his opponent.

But at this moment, Long Jianfei suddenly found that the old man in the brocade robe, who was obviously in danger, also showed a strange smile on his face, although he had doubts in his heart, but this sword still stabbed down without reservation.

"Hit!" Long Jianfei watched as a sword light pierced the body of the brocade-robed old man, and finally relieved himself.

Who knows, the old man in the brocade robe who was pierced by the sword not only did not burst his body, but he didn't even splash blood, but just looked down at the terrifying wound on his chest that was broken by the sword light with a blank face.

This strange scene made Long Jianfei's heart palpitate, and he knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly set up his escape and walked backwards.

At this time, Long Jianfei noticed that at some point, the sky was already filled with thick sand and dust, and his eyes were full of yellow, not only could his eyes not reach far, but even his divine sense was greatly affected.

"Young man's ability is good, if it weren't for your vain attempt to compete with my son-in-law for the Great Dao, the deity would have wanted to make you a friend! It's a pity that you have lost the only opportunity!" At this time, the cold voice of the old man in the brocade robe came from behind Long Jianfei again.

Long Jianfei turned around in astonishment, only to find that the old man in the brocade robe who had just been pierced by the sword suddenly collapsed, instantly turning into countless dust, merging into the yellow sand in the sky.

Long Jianfei's expression was awe-inspiring, and he suddenly felt something in his heart, and suddenly turned around and raised his sword to stab towards the void.

Unexpectedly, Long Jianfei stabbed this sword, and the old man in the brocade robe actually appeared in the void, and after flashing and avoiding this sword light, he still said coldly with a blank face: "Yes! Even if your divine sense is affected, you can still sense the enemy's movements with the sword in your hand, and you have reached the realm of sword heart psychic, it seems that your comprehension of the way of the sword is slightly stronger than the way of ice!"

Long Jianfei snorted coldly, and didn't say anything, still raising his sword and stabbing it.

The old man in the brocade robe didn't dodge or dodge, and let the sword light of Long Jianfei penetrate his body again, but he just shouted coldly: "Boy, don't praise you for a few words, you don't know the height of the sky! In the endless yellow sand of the deity, you can't hurt the deity at all! If the deity wants your life, do you think you can still live until now?!"