Seeing this situation, the Taoist surnamed Su sweated like rain, knowing that if he didn't run for his life, he would not succeed, and if he continued to hold on, he was afraid that his life would be lost.

The heavens and the earth are big, and the lives are the greatest.

If you lose your life, what the road of eternal life, what glory and wealth, will become a passing cloud.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he wanted to escape from this courtyard by escaping, but Yan Feiqing had expected it, and with a slight swing of the dust, a ban was born, so that he had nowhere to escape.

The Taoist surnamed Su suddenly felt desperate, Yan Feiqing was actually going to kill them all!

At this moment, there was already a rumbling thunder in the dark clouds overhead, which not only shocked people's eardrums, but if there were ghosts and evil spirits, just hearing the thunder would cause it to disappear.

Yan Feiqing looked up at the sky and said slowly: "Calling for wind and rain in the land of a city, that is a magical power that can only be possessed by the immeasurable realm of heaven and man, in terms of the current cultivation of the poor road, it can only cover this mansion and a house, but it is enough to think about it." ”

The words fell, lightning and thunder thundered in the dark clouds that had been accumulated for a long time, and then the downpour finally fell from the sky.

Wind and rain.

The Taoist surnamed Su is also worthy of being a master of the realm of returning to the truth, and between being on the line of life and death, he will go all out to cultivate into the true element, and lift the rain back to the sky.

The sky is full of thunder and thunder.

Immediately after the vision returned, a tornado mixed with thunder and thunder fell from the sky in the shape of a funnel, surrounded by purple lightning.

The tornado is thick at the top and thin at the bottom, and the thickest part is three feet, and when it reaches three feet above the head of the Taoist surnamed Su, it is only three inches thick.

After the Taoist surnamed Su raised his right hand, a whole tornado merged into his palm, constantly shrinking and condensing, and finally turned into a "sword" with wind and thunder.

He held this "Sword of Wind and Thunder", did not retreat, but advanced, and strode towards Yan Feiqing.

The qi machine between the two collided one step ahead of the two, and layers of vitality ripples spread, distorting the light, and the figures of the two of them seemed to be like a mirror.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them dispersed the heavy qi, and the Taoist surnamed Su pointed a sword directly at Yan Feiqing's eyebrows.

Yan Feiqing didn't dodge or dodge, just swept away the dust.

The two intersected like gold and stone, instantly overpowering the sound of wind, rain, and thunder.

Although the Taoist surnamed Su is unbearable, he can be ranked as one of the seven elders of the Shenxiao Sect, and his cultivation is naturally strong, he was enlightened at the age of three, first realized at the age of five, was at the age of six to enter the spirit, and at the age of eight he entered the god, at the age of ten solid, at the age of twelve he held the Dan, and the year of the crown entered the Xuanyuan realm, and the year of the establishment entered the congenital realm, and finally set foot in the realm of returning to the truth in the year of not being confused.

Rao is Yan Feiqing was also shocked back two steps.

But that's all there is to it, because the Taoist surnamed Su is even more uncomfortable, his face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat and was forcibly swallowed by him.

Yan Feiqing, whose face was flat, turned defense into offense, swept the dust in his hand, and the purple electricity lingered, like a hundred-zhang thunder whip, when it swept over the ground, it was just an outburst, and it had already left a deep groove on the ground like cutting tofu, and shot at the Taoist surnamed Su.

The Taoist surnamed Su shouted angrily, strode forward in a brutal attitude, and pointed a sword at the seven inches of the "long whip" carrying rolling thunder, cutting it off.

Yan Feiqing didn't care, smiled slightly, and spit out the word "fall" lightly.

In an instant, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, as thick as a hugging tree, and after it landed, the ground shook, exploding countless blue lights, illuminating the entire mansion, and at the same time, a chaotic network of flames appeared on the ground, and everyone had to cover their eyes and could not look directly at the dazzling electric light.

When the electric light dissipated, everyone looked together, and saw that the Taoist surnamed Su was still standing, but most of the Taoist robes on his body were destroyed, his clothes were ragged, and his body was pitch black, and there was even a little bit of electric light left, and there was no previous fairy wind Dao bones.

After the thunder, it rained again.

What's even more strange is that just outside the wall, the sky is still clear, and there is no moisture.

Seeing this scene, Li Xuandu, who had been silent, said softly: "Today's Yan Feiqing, I'm afraid that there is only half a step away from the realm of heaven and man, and it is only a matter of time before the realm is broken. ”

Hu Liang nodded and said: "As early as the second year of Tianbao, he was already a nine-story building in the True Realm, and now he can break through this pass, which is also reasonable." ”

"Brother Zifu has an overreputation. These words naturally couldn't hide from Yan Feiqing's ears, and he didn't care about the Taoist surnamed Su, who didn't know life and death, turned to look at Li Xuandu, and said with a smile: "It's just that compared to the Purple Mansion, the Poor Dao is still much inferior, after all, as early as the second year of Tianbao, the Purple Mansion has already broken through the entrance, but the Poor Dao is several years later than the Purple Mansion." ”

Yan Feiqing's words can only be heard by Li Xuandu, but no one else can also peek into Li Xuandu's identity.

Li Xuandu asked, "I want to know, how did Yan Zhangjiao know my whereabouts and identity?"

Yan Feiqing said frankly: "Poor Dao personally went to Miaoyin Pavilion to see Yu Qingning, and she told Poor Dao the details. ”

Li Xuandu didn't have too many surprises, but just said "no wonder".

Then he asked again, "What happened to this Divine Heaven Sect elder?"

Yan Feiqing smiled lightly: "After all, he is also a person in the righteous path and an elder of the Shenxiao Sect, so the poor path did not put him to death, but only punished him slightly. ”

Li Xuandu looked at the elders of the Shenxiao Sect, who were not much better than coke, and didn't know how to evaluate the four words "slightly punished".

Yan Feiqing put away the dust in his hand, then tapped his eyebrows with his fingers, and said: "Yu Qingning gathered what she knew into a little spiritual light and sent it into my mystery, and I used this spiritual light as a clue to use the 'Ziwei Doushu', which was the approximate path of Brother Zifu, and fortunately it was not too late." ”

Li Xuandu clenched his fists and said: "This time it is thanks to Yan Zhangjiao, otherwise it will be difficult for us to get out of Jiangling Mansion safely." ”

Yan Feiqing looked in the direction of Taihe Mountain and said softly: "Brother Zifu doesn't need to worry about the future, there will be someone in the Shenxiao Sect who will come forward." ”

Li Xuandu was slightly stunned, and then remembered the Divine Thought Clone just now, and couldn't help but say awe-inspiringly: "That Divine Thought Clone just now is a person from the Shenxiao Sect?"

Yan Feiqing deeply forgot about Li Xuandu and said, "Brother Zifu has a good mind, and he can guess it." If Brother Zifu doesn't mind, can you move and let the poor Dao come slowly?"

Li Xuandu looked at him, hesitated slightly, and nodded, "Okay." ”

The two came to a secluded and uninhabited place, Yan Feiqing waved his sleeves and set up a prohibition, not only to isolate the sound, but also to isolate the sight of others and the prying eyes of the gods, after all, there are not a few people in this world who know lip language, or who are good at snooping with divine thoughts.

Seeing Yan Feiqing so solemn, Li Xuandu couldn't help but feel a little more solemn, and asked, "That person has a very high status in the Shenxiao Sect?"

Yan Feiqing smiled slightly bitterly: "It's not ordinary high. ”

Li Xuandu was puzzled: "It can't be a certain elder of the Shenxiao Sect as well. ”

Yan Feiqing put his hands behind his back, the big sleeves of the purple robe swayed in the wind, and shook his head: "Although it is not far away, although that person is not an elder of the Shenxiao Sect, his status is higher than that of the elder." ”

Li Xuandu thought about it a little and said in surprise: "It can't be the sect master of the Shenxiao Sect, right!?"

Yan Feiqing opened his mouth and smiled helplessly: "Brother Zifu has a keen mind, and he really admires the poor way. ”

Li Xuandu was also speechless.

After a moment of silence, Yan Feiqing beckoned, took out a three-inch-high jade bottle from the "Qiankun bag" on his waist, crystal clear, and the mellow pill in it was vaguely visible, he handed the jade bottle to Li Xuandu's face, "This is my Zhengyizong's 'Ziyang Pill', you can heal and replenish qi, please take it first to heal your injuries, and the poor road will set off to clean up the mess." ”

Li Xuandu took the jade bottle and said, "Thank you Yan Zhangjiao." ”

Yan Feiqing stepped out of the prohibition in one step, shrunk into inches, and instantly came to the Taoist surnamed Su, who had turned into charcoal, and said indifferently: "How long do you want to pretend to be dead?" If you like to pretend to be dead so much, then the poor Dao doesn't mind beating you to death directly, which can be regarded as a wish of yours." ”

When the words fell, I saw that the body of the Taoist surnamed Su was shaking off countless black fly ashes, and the Taoist who was already like charcoal actually opened his eyes again, and said hoarsely: "Don't dare, please teach Yan Zhang's subordinates to be merciful." ”