Ling Zun retreated until twenty meters away before stopping, and now he could no longer maintain his previous calm and calmness, and his originally plain face became a little pale.

After all, the difference between his strength and the middle-aged man's own strength is too great, only by virtue of his body and the middle-aged man's man's man's circumference, and just when he collided with the middle-aged man's weapon Daguan Knife, Ling Zun also suffered a big loss, the middle-aged man's spiritual power that was several times stronger than Ling Zun through the Dragon Slashing Sword, Ling Zun suffered a lot of shocks and suffered some minor injuries.

The middle-aged man stabilized his figure, looking at Ling Zun with a solemn gaze, for this person who almost made himself suffer three times in a row, the middle-aged man did not dare to underestimate it in the slightest, although the latter's strength was very weak in the eyes of the middle-aged man, but with the speed that was not slower than him and the attack that was extremely fast, the threat to the middle-aged man was so great that it was even stronger than the opponent of his level.

However, after the middle-aged man saw Ling Zun's state, he seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but smile, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, I admit that your speed is very fast and your strength is not bad, but your strength is too weak in my eyes after all." As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man didn't give Ling Zun the slightest time to breathe, and once again brandished the Daguan Knife, which was more than two meters long, and attacked Ling Zun with a fierce attack.

Under that fierce attack, Ling Zun was gradually struggling to dodge.

After fighting with Ling Zun for a few rounds, the middle-aged man seemed to understand that the current threat to Ling Zun had decreased a lot, and the vigilance against Ling Zun in his heart had also weakened a little, so he took out all his strength, shot without reservation, and attacked Ling Zun with a fatal move, and the speed was a few points faster than before.

As the middle-aged man's attack speed accelerated, Ling Zun had become more and more difficult to dodge, and now he could only keep dodging, and he had lost the strength to fight back, and as the middle-aged man's speed accelerated, Ling Zun was in danger every time he dodged the middle-aged man's attack.

The gap between them is simply too great.

The middle-aged man's attack speed was very fast, and in just a few breaths, he made dozens of moves, but fortunately, Ling Zun's physical strength was comparable to that of a mortal-level sixth-grade weapon, and even if he lost the strength to fight back, he did not suffer the slightest skin injury.

The pale golden light flashed in the dark night, and the middle-aged man's Daguan Knife was wrapped in powerful spiritual power, cutting through the night sky at an extremely fast speed, slashing straight towards Ling Zun.

This knife, although he had dodged it with all his might, but with his speed that had slowed down a lot at the moment, he still couldn't dodge it completely, even if Ling Zun's body was very strong, the Daguan knife still left a deep wound on his chest, which pierced the entire chest, and the gushing blood stained the clothes on Ling Zun's chest into blood red in a moment.

The middle-aged man smiled fiercely, his movements did not pause at all, and he immediately stepped forward to close the distance between him and Ling Zun, and the pale golden light of his right foot flashed, kicking Ling Zun's chest fiercely at lightning speed.

"Bump!" Ling Zun's body was kicked out by the middle-aged man like a cannonball, his body was still in mid-air, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spray out of Ling Zun's mouth, and his body flew more than 20 meters away, and after hitting several robbers and robbers along the way, he fell to the ground in embarrassment, and then, another mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out of Ling Zun's mouth, and his face had become pale.

With a flash of golden light, the middle-aged man had already crossed a distance of more than twenty meters and appeared in front of Ling Zun, looked at him with a sneer, and said, "I'll give you one last chance, hand over your cultivation exercises to me, and I'll spare your life today, otherwise, die!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a scorching light, he was indeed very excited about how Ling Zun could exert such a powerful combat power with such a low level of cultivation, and he was very eager to have Ling Zun's martial arts, in battle, combat effectiveness is crucial, once he mastered this technique, the middle-aged man really didn't dare to imagine what level his combat effectiveness could reach, but it was certain that his strength would definitely be greatly improved, and at that time, his status in the reckless bandit group would be greatly improved.

As soon as he thought of this, the middle-aged man felt his blood boiling all over his body, and his heart was excited, and even the look on his face became a little excited.

Ling Zun wiped the blood sacrifice from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up from the ground, looked at the middle-aged man with a little excitement on his face with cold eyes, and couldn't help but show a sneer, and said, "I'm afraid you don't have this ability." Although he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries at the moment, Ling Zun did not show the slightest fear of the middle-aged man who was stronger than himself.

As he spoke, Ling Zun's whole body was also making slight adjustments, ready for battle.

Ling Zun's words suddenly made the expression on the middle-aged man's face sink, and he snorted coldly: "Boy, with your current strength, you are not qualified to say such a big thing, since you refuse to say it, then I have to make you suffer." As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man waved the Daguan knife in his hand and slashed at Ling Zun's right shoulder.

In the face of the middle-aged man's knife, Ling Zun did not make the slightest dodge move, but raised his sword and took the initiative to meet it, although the speed of this sword was equally fast, but it gave people a light and fluttering, soft feeling, which was completely inconsistent with the fierce and murderous sword move before.

When the dragon sword and the Daguan knife collided together, there was no sound, the two touched each other completely silently, and then, the dragon sword that looked soft was like a maggot attached to the bone, tightly pasted on the Daguan knife, and drove the Daguan knife to deviate from the original attack route in a very ingenious way, and drew a few circles in the middle of the empty arms, directly unloading the terrifying force on the Daguan knife, and then leading to the side, so that the Daguan knife was cut into the dirt next to it.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and his eyes looked at Ling Zun with a little surprise, because just now, he couldn't control his Daguan Knife, if such a strange thing happened to an opponent who was stronger than him, it might not be nothing, but at this time, the other party was an opponent who was much weaker than him, which made the middle-aged man a little unacceptable.

"What kind of combat skills are you? The middle-aged man asked in a surprised tone.

Ling Zun did not answer him, but treated him coldly, what Ling Zun is showing now is not a combat skill, but a kind of martial arts realm, this is the principle of overcoming rigidity with softness, and the principle of dialing thousands of catties in four or two, and at this moment, in the case that his strength is not as good as that of a middle-aged man, and he has been forced to be almost exhausted, Ling Zun has no choice but to show it.

This kind of martial arts realm pays attention to overcoming rigidity with softness, braking with static, defeating strong with weakness, and also contains the power of four or two thousand catties, this kind of magic skill can indeed play a very big role in the predicament that Ling Zun is encountering now, but the only flaw in this is that Ling Zun only understands a rough idea of overcoming rigidity with softness, and does not reach the realm of consummation, despite this, it is not far from consummation, and at this time, it is enough for Ling Zun to support him in the hands of a middle-aged man for a while.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned, looked at Ling Zun coldly, and muttered in a low voice: "This should be a combat skill!" Immediately, the middle-aged man's eyes turned to Ling Zun again, with an inexplicable look flashing in his eyes, and he sneered, "Boy, I didn't expect that your strength is not strong, and you have a lot of combat skills, it seems that it is a pity to kill you with a knife, I should capture you back, presumably this must be a lot of credit." As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man started again, and the Daguan knife in his hand attacked Ling Zun with powerful spiritual power, and now, he had already made up his mind to pay attention, and he had to take Ling Zun back if he said anything today, for the combat technique that could lead him away from attacking, the middle-aged man didn't pay much attention to it, what really made him excited was Ling Zun's cultivation technique.

Next, Ling Zun relied on the martial arts realm that had not reached the perfection of overcoming rigidity with softness and reluctantly maneuvering with the middle-aged man, and with the subtlety of four or two thousand catties, every attack of the middle-aged man could be resolved by Ling Zun, and the method of traction made the middle-aged man unable to control his Daguan knife many times.

In front of Ling Zun's Rou to overcome Gang, the middle-aged man's powerful strength seems to no longer exist, but Ling Zun is not as easy as it seems, although he can overcome Gang with softness, four taels of strength, but with his strength now to reach the late stage of the spirit warrior, he must go all out to barely meet the requirements of these four taels to resolve the terrifying power on the middle-aged man's Daguan knife, so every time he resists the attack of the middle-aged man, Ling Zun seems to be easy, but it is very difficult.

However, at this time, Ling Zun only had defensive means to temporarily protect himself, and he was not able to fight back at all, so he could only blindly resist, without a chance to fight back, if it wasn't for the middle-aged man who was almost exhausted, Ling Zun would never have used the softness that he was not very good at.

After fighting with Ling Zun for a few moments, a trace of anger gradually appeared on the middle-aged man's face, each of his attacks was not only unloaded by a person who was much weaker than himself in a wonderful way, but also made him unable to control his weapon, which was definitely a shame for the middle-aged man.

"Bastard boy, I don't believe I can't help you today. The middle-aged man was annoyed and angry, and finally couldn't help but scold angrily, and with the scolding, the shot became more ferocious.

As the strength of the middle-aged man's attack increased, it was becoming more and more difficult for Ling Zun to resist, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face had become extremely pale.

If it really came to the moment when he couldn't resist, Ling Zun would only have ......