"You..... How dare you not take my Xuanhuo Gate in your eyes!"

The black-clothed Taoist looked angry and stretched out his hand to block it, trying to take the blow.

"Xuanhuo Gate?" Qingfeng Daoist glanced at the black-clothed Daoist's clothes in Xuanhuo Order, and sneered, "This is the place of your Xuanhuo Gate? This is obviously the territory of Shangyun Mountain and Shangyun Dao Temple, how can you be a disciple of Xuanhuo Sect here? Isn't it a crime。。。。。。。 ”

As he spoke, Qingfeng Daoren cast a smile on his face.

"Shut up!"

The black-clothed Daoist's face turned blue for a while, and he shouted, a red light appeared on his hands, and the immortal qi wrapped around the wrists of his hands, and he lifted it towards the dust that was about to come in front of him.

I saw that the dust was also wrapped around the fairy qi and seemed to be smashed down lightly, and the black-clothed Taoist immediately took it with both hands, only to hear a "click" sound, and the green bricks under the feet of the black-clothed Taoist cracked, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Yuanzhangxu's green bricks were shattered inch by inch, and all of them were turned into powder within a foot.

The black-clothed Taoist's blue complexion quickly turned an abnormal flush after being connected to the dust, and beads of sweat the size of beans poured up on the top of the black-clothed Taoist's head. Obviously, the light blow of this dust whisk is far from being as simple as it seems, and even the original Xuanhuo Ling Fire Dragon may be difficult to take this dust.

The black-clothed Taoist showed an incredible gaze in his eyes, bared his teeth, and slightly recited the magic trick in his mouth, and then the red light in his hand was sheng, and his strength increased sharply, grabbed the wooden handle of the dust, and threw it aside, only then did he get rid of the suppression of the huge force of the dust.

The dust was pulled to the side by the black-clothed Taoist, and it crashed into a house, only to hear a "boom", and a room that was not damaged in the slightest turned into a ruin.

"This kind of trick ......." Qingfeng Dao man's eyes narrowed, looking at the red light technique in the hands of the black-clothed Dao man, and secretly said in his heart, it is really the main Dao method of Xuanhuo Gate, this person is really a genuine Xuanhuo Sect disciple, there is no problem at all.

Alin couldn't help but gasp again when he saw that a huge house on the side was shattered so casually. If there are really people in the world who want to take the lives of their enemies and invite such a powerful immortal master to help, then who can live?

After the black-clothed Taoist threw the dust away, the red light in his hand dimmed, and the operation of the exercise was stopped, and his hands could be faintly seen shaking uncontrollably.

"You....... How can this blow of yours be so powerful!"

The black-clothed Daoist gasped and shouted as he looked at the Qingfeng Daoist in extreme shock. It's not that the black-clothed Daoist hasn't speculated on the cultivation of the Daoist in front of him, and he estimated in his heart that he should be slightly higher than himself, but he never thought that this Daoist would have such great power with one blow. If he wasn't a disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect and hadn't practiced the Xuanhuo Sect's flame quenching exercises, wouldn't he be fatal with one blow?

Qingfeng Daoist didn't speak, stretched out his arm, shook slightly, and the dust lying in the ruins in the distance bounced up from the ruins and flew straight to the palm of Qingfeng Daoren's hand. The exterior of the dust whisk is surrounded by a layer of fairy energy, and it is difficult for ruins and dust to destroy this thing.

Qingfeng Daoist took back the dust, stroked it gently, then looked at the black-clothed Daoist again, and said, "This blow of the Poor Dao only took one or two percent of its strength, why, the disciples of the Xuanhuo Sect can't bear it anymore?"

Qingfeng Daoist deliberately emphasized the words "Xuanhuo Sect disciple", and looked at the black-clothed Taoist playfully.

"Impossible, impossible, how could a cultivator in the Rebirth Realm reach such power?" the black-clothed Daoist shook his head again and again with an ugly face.

Hearing this, Qingfeng Daoren nodded quietly and said with a smile,

"That's good, the poor road will add another percent of strength!"

After that, Qingfeng Dao recited the mantra in his mouth again, and the handprint in his hand was knotted, and the dust in his hand was thrown lightly again.

It was as if the yellow leaves of the autumn trees were blown by the autumn wind, and the dust was slowly smashed towards the black-clothed Taoist in the air.

The black-clothed Taoist had learned from the past, and this time he didn't dare to be careless at all, and hurriedly took out the damaged Xuanhuo Order in his arms, and then the Xuanhuo Order ignited the red light in his hand again, and this time the red light was obviously much stronger than the previous red light.

The black-clothed Taoist gritted his teeth and shouted, then raised his arms and took the dust that also cast a spell.

As soon as his palms and the dust intersected, the black-clothed Taoist man burst into the sky with dust under his feet, blocking his vision.

Alin was stunned for a moment, and looked intently at the place where the dust was kicked under his feet, and it turned out that a large area under his feet had long been empty, only the land remained, and the green bricks were all shattered into dust. After this blow, the strength was transmitted to the feet of the black-clothed Taoist, and there were no more green bricks to shatter, so the dust was knocked away by a powerful force.

Under the dust, the black-clothed Taoist once again showed an expression of disbelief.

This whisk really has a lot more strength than the original move, according to the previous strength for one percent, this move has two percent strength. It's doubled!

Next, the black-clothed Taoist man's hands followed, and the power passed through the internal organs, and the organ meridians were vibrate, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of the black-clothed Taoist's mouth.

"Xuanhuo Order," the black-clothed Taoist had green muscles on his face, and shouted the words "Xuanhuo Order" with a hideous face.

I saw that the Xuanhuo Order was slightly bright, and the already red immortal aura in the hands of the black-clothed Daoist was a little stronger again, and the black-clothed Daoist only felt that the dust in his hand was loosened, so he hurriedly threw it to the other side, getting rid of this type of suppression.

As before, the dust was thrown at a house on the other side, and with a "boom", the house was reduced to dust in an instant, and the dust was raised high, burying the dust inside.

Two entire houses were destroyed in a single move. Although Alin had expected the destruction this time, when he saw a house being smashed so easily again, he couldn't help but twitch fiercely in his heart.

Qingfeng Dao's face was expressionless, completely devoid of any trace of shock on Arin's face. Qingfeng Daoist stretched out his arm, the immortal qi rippled slightly, and his fingertips moved slightly, and he heard a soft sound in the destroyed house in the distance, and then a white light rose to the sky, and finally fell into the hands of Qingfeng Daoren. It is the dust of the Qingfeng Dao people.

After a while, the dust in the sky near the black-clothed Taoist gradually disappeared.

The black-clothed Taoist barely used a little immortal qi to clean the dust from his hands on his face, wiped off a little blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, and looked at Qingfeng Daoist in great horror.

The black-clothed Daoist stared at the Qingfeng Daoist for a few seconds, then shook his head in a daze, and muttered to himself, "Impossible........ It couldn't be ........."

Ah Lin clearly saw that when the black-clothed Taoist opened his mouth, his teeth and tongue were still stained with blood.

Qingfeng Daoist stroked his dust and said coldly, "What is impossible?"

"What can't be?" said the black-clothed Taoist foolishly.

"You...... Which sect are you from!" The black-clothed Daoist suddenly turned his head and stared at the Qingfeng Daoist deadly, and said word by word, "Although my Xuanhuo Sect is nothing in the Great Shang, it is still a little famous in this county, and I have seen many top-notch demon geniuses. But I've never seen an existence of your strength in the realm of rebirth! I can barely withstand your blow with the blessing of my Xuanhuo Order. What if you were to actually cast a spell?"

"There is no way that such a demonic genius can appear in the sect of this county, only those famous mountains and rivers in the territory of the Great Shang Kingdom can have such a force to cultivate such a genius.......! Who the hell are you?"

The black-clothed Taoist was panting even more violently than before, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was quite hideous.

"Oh?"

Qingfeng Daoren was stunned, and suddenly laughed, "Hahahahahaha........"

"This fellow Daoist, you really think a lot. Qingfeng Daoist laughed and said self-deprecatingly, "Poor Dao is really a cultivator in the local Shangyun Guan cultivation domain. The genius and bewitching person that Daoyou said, Poor Dao has really seen it, and the Shangyun Mountain Shangyun Guan Master of this county is such a proud son of the sky. As for the poor himself?"

Qingfeng Daoist shook his head and said no more.

When the black-clothed Daoist heard him say that he was indeed a cultivator of the local Shangyun Guan Cultivation Domain, he inexplicably put down a stone in his heart.

"Then .......," said the black-clothed Taoist, "how can you exert such a powerful power!"

The black-clothed Taoist still couldn't figure it out.

"Hahaha!" Qingfeng Daoist looked at the black-clothed Daoist and smiled, "But, how come Daoist friends don't know? The two Dao realm people are completely different, and the monks of the higher realm almost unconditionally crush the monks of the lower realm!"

"It's ....... Of course I know. The black-clothed Daoist frowned, obviously not understanding what the Qingfeng Daoist meant for a while.

"What are you telling me about this.........."

"Ahh

"Two Dao realms, completely and unconditionally crush ........" The black-clothed Daoist swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his mouth was dry, "You........ What you mean is that you are not a monk who has been born out of the realm, but ........ It's ......."

Qingfeng Daoist put the dust on the crook of his arm, put his other hand together, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "The channel is the ghost immortal cultivation, the Dao number is Qingfeng, and the Taoist friend can call me Qingfeng Daoren." ”

"Ahh

The black-clothed Taoist couldn't help but scream, his face turned pale, and he took a few steps back again and again, until he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. The black-clothed Taoist looked like he was alive, trembling and pointing at the Qingfeng Daoist, unable to speak for a long time.