"I'll try. Dao Yuan stepped forward and took the jade pendant.

A cool and warm feeling came from his palm, and he instantly realized: it turned out to be so.

This jade pendant is indeed different from the one that was given to him when he was drunk and didn't ask for it.

There is a drunken sword intent in it, holding it in his hand is like a sharp blade about to come out of its sheath, and the killing intent is about to come out, even if he stares at Yu Pei a few more times, his eyes will have a feeling of pinprick and pain.

But this piece is peaceful and restrained, hidden inside, and it doesn't seem to be much different from an ordinary jade pendant, but only by holding it can you really feel the incomparable pure qi inside.

A small jade pendant is not as big as an egg, but it gives people a feeling of holding the vicissitudes of life.

It is a kind of confidence in absolute control of all things, with unprecedented pride, and deeper, but it is a kind of indifference with a comfortable state of mind.

It's just a jade pendant, which can make people feel so wonderful, Dao Yuan secretly thought, Mr. Mo is really unfathomable!

Look at the old man with a look like watching a play, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, it seems that the other party is too confident, so confident that he doesn't take anything seriously.

This is his sorrow, but it is an opportunity for himself to wait for others.

A chance that you can't find even with a lantern!

If the old man shot directly, then Youyou would not have a chance to take it out even if he had a jade pendant.

Even if it is taken out, it will not be able to really stimulate it because of the lack of strength.

But now......

Lei Luo looked at him nervously: "How?"

Youyou was also at a loss, she knew that her father would never lie to herself, but the current situation seemed to be a little different from what she imagined.

Dao Yuan stared at the old man in front of him and said lightly: "Now, let's see what surprises this jade pendant can bring us." ”

After speaking, his hand holding the jade pendant stretched out straight, and under the secret luck of the true yuan, a warm brilliance came out of it, completely wrapping his hand.

The old man sneered disdainfully and said, "Boy, don't say that I haven't given you a chance, if you don't work this time, the old man will get all the accounts just now!"

Everyone knows that what he said is the one who was frightened by Yu Yu just now.

Sometimes people are like this, the older they get, the more they want to save face, and moreover, it's still the kind of face that doesn't know what to say and takes it for granted.

This time, there was no such thing as the one just now.

It's just that as the brilliance gradually brightens, the surrounding space suddenly trembles.

Immediately after, a blue light rose into the sky, instantly forming the phantom of a long sword.

In terms of shape, this phantom is similar to the phantom formed by the sword intent contained in Drunken Wuqiu, but it gives people a completely different feeling.

If last time it was a pure killing sword, then now this cyan sword shadow is like the master of heaven and earth, looking down on all beings with compassion.

As long as he wants, the life and death of all living beings in the world are in his thoughts.

One thought can live, one thought can die.

It is precisely because there is life that there is death.

It is precisely because they will die that they can be reborn.

The so-called life is both death and death, and death is also life.

Life and death are originally in a thought.

The old man looked at this scene in disbelief, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He had been locked by Dao Yuan's thoughts, and he had the most real understanding of his feelings towards the cyan sword shadow.

Where is this a phantom, it is simply a big killer weapon to level the common people!

At this time, he regretted it, and his intestines were almost repentant.

What kind of face do you want, and what do you pretend to be!

It's good now, but he pretended to be a little overdone, which led to a reversal of the situation between the two sides, and he became a fool waiting to be killed.

However, regret is regret, he was not as frightened as the four people behind him, his palm flipped over, and a delicate and small, but simple and atmospheric shield appeared.

The aura of Xuan Ao permeated his side, and the old man shouted, and the shield flashed, and instantly increased several times, becoming more than one person tall.

He didn't dare to hesitate, and directly put the shield above his head.

Because, the cyan sword shadow has fallen.

Actually, this is not the original intention of Daoyuan.

He wouldn't mind staying a little longer, if possible.

Because he clearly felt that from the moment this sword shadow was formed, it had been constantly absorbing the aura of the sky above, and it had already condensed a lot of truth in just the blink of an eye.

This thing seems to have its own consciousness and spirituality, and it can actually absorb and strengthen itself on its own.

Can this be described as magical? Anyway, the Dao Yuan is indescribable.

To be honest, he really wanted to see how powerful this sword shadow could be in the end.

But unfortunately, as the sword shadow becomes more and more realistic, the power contained in it also becomes more and more powerful.

It is so strong that with Daoyuan's current strength, it is almost impossible to control it.

If the power that can destroy the world is out of control, he can't imagine the consequences, anyway, the first to be unlucky must be the three of them.

So, after reaching the limit of what he could bear, he waved his arms without hesitation.

The shadow of the sword like the Optimus Pillar fell with a bang.

The target was an old man with a frightened face.

A black crack appeared behind the shadow of the sword, and it was the scene created by the tearing of space.

Rumble......

In the shocked gaze of everyone, the sword shadow and the shield collided together.

Although the four people behind the old man were more than twenty feet away from the center, they were instantly slapped away by the escaping force, screaming and rolling all the way.

But the thunderfall and the darkness here were as if they were all right, and they didn't feel anything at all, and they all stared at this incredible scene with wide eyes.

Several deep and long ravines appeared from the old man's feet, and the huge tremors made him almost unstable, and countless gravels rolled down from the mountain, carrying with them the smoke and dust that soared into the sky, and finally were smashed into powder by the violent force, and flew into the sky with the violent wind.

But the old man had no time to pay attention to the changes around him at the moment, and his eyes were fixed on the shield in his hand.

He could even clearly feel that this shield comparable to an artifact-level was a little unable to hold on under the shadow of the sword, and small cracks began to appear from the inside.

Syllable!

First, a very slight sound came from the shield and fell on the old man's ears, no less than a deafening thunder in the clear sky.

Then, the thunder gradually intensified.

Thunder after thunder rang out, and the shield seemed to be smashed by countless giant hammers, and began to become crumbling and overwhelmed.

On the other hand, the shadow of the sword was also constantly fading, slowly becoming faint.

"Boss, work harder, hack this old immortal to death!" Lei Luo clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white because he had tried too hard.

Yu Yu was breathing rapidly, and he was obviously extremely nervous.

Sweat trickled down Dao Yuan's temples, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard the words, it's good that I can still control the hilt of the sword now, and the rest is really powerless.

After five breaths, the cyan sword shadow finally disappeared.

Almost at the same time, the shield in the old man's hand made a crisp sound like a mournful roar, shattered piece by piece, and flew out in all directions, and he himself vomited more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood, staggered and retreated dozens of feet away.

"Damn, I'm not dead!"

Looking at the old man's gloomy and angry expression, Lei Luo almost didn't bare out of his eyes.

Dao Yuanwa spit out a mouthful of blood, didn't care about wiping the blood from his mouth, and rushed to the place where Jin Er was with an arrow, beckoning the two of them: "Hurry up!"

(End of chapter)