Yunmengze was originally a peaceful and leisurely lake scene, but in just a few moments, there was a storm, and even the wind and clouds with a side of the world changed color.

The spectators upstairs in Yueyang couldn't help but start muttering about what kind of day it was and why these strange things happened so frequently.

In the middle of the lake, the white-bearded old road hangs in the air, holding the dust, and the lake surface of dozens of feet behind him stands violently, like a peerless immortal.

The old man of Xuanjia held the swallowing Wu sword in his hand and sighed lightly: "What a good sword!"

The white-bearded old man sneered: "No matter how good the sword is, it must have the ability to use it." ”

"Luck is not bad," the old man Xuanjia didn't pay any attention to the meaning of the old saying, his fingers slightly rubbed the sword body of Swallow Wu, as if he was caressing the charming skin of a stunning beauty, and there was an inexplicable fascination in his eyes, "I haven't used a sword for decades, but you just happened to use it to test the sword." ”

"Hmph! pretend to be a ghost!" Seeing that he didn't pay any attention to himself, the white-bearded old man was furious in his heart, and the dust in his hand finally couldn't hold back anymore, and swung it towards the old man.

As a result, the water of the lake seemed to stir up the wind and clouds with his action, and the first thing that bore the brunt was the high wall of the lake that suddenly rose like a waterfall, and it was like a giant palm slapping down on the old man in Xuanjia.

The old man grinned, and closed his eyes slightly.

Chen Mingye, who was watching from the sidelines, had already been gently supported by Xiaohong, watching the fight between the two, this was the scene when he saw the old man Xuanjia suddenly close his eyes, and his heartbeat was actually slightly beating.

This scene is very similar to the scene of Jiang Hechuan facing a thousand cavalry charging under Anshun City that day.

"Martial Arts Grandmaster?" Chen Mingye muttered.

Xiaohong was still looking at him worriedly, her little hand clasped slightly on his wrist, wanting to check on his condition. Chen Mingye was helpless, so he had to let her.

The monstrous waves were in front of him, and the old man's eyes were still the look of the ancient well, so calm that he seemed to be about to fall asleep.

And in the next moment, the old man who had closed his eyes opened his eyes again.

The eyes are shining, as if there is a divine light.

So in the next moment, the hand that was still hanging down suddenly clenched the Wu Swallowing Sword, struck a thunderous blow, and swung a sword lightly towards the huge wave under the head with an unstoppable momentum.

The sword qi is several zhang long, facing the monstrous waves as if the fireflies and the bright moon are competing for glory.

However, when this sword was swung, the white-bearded old man, who had always had a calm face and disdainful eyes, suddenly changed his face, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

The old man of Xuanjia smiled slightly, with a little smug on his face: "Yo, do you see it?"

As his words fell, the sword qi that was only a few zhang long was like a knife cutting tofu, going against the trend, dividing the mighty waves diagonally into two, and breaking everything in two.

Under the touch of the sword qi, the huge waves turned into water vapor and dissipated in the air as if they were scorching at a high temperature.

As a result, when the huge waves that should have been smashed down finally fell, they turned into a light rain sprinkled on the surface of the lake, and the clouds overhead disappeared and the rain appeared, showing a seven-colored rainbow, turning the originally fierce competition into a different kind of poetic picture.

"Who are you?" This move, could it be ......" Lao Dao looked at the old man Xuanjia in a daze, showing a shocked look for the first time.

The old man plucked out his ears and said impatiently: "Where are there so many problems, can you still fight?"

Lao Dao's face was a little cloudy for a while, and finally he said fiercely: "You let that kid spit out the poor Dao's heaven and earth qi again." ”

The old man stared at him for a few moments, and then smiled inexplicably: "It's really the wicked person who sued first, when will this heaven and earth qi become yours?"

Lao Dao gritted his teeth fiercely: "This is the qi machine that has only been obtained by poor Dao for 30 years of painstaking efforts, how can it be forcibly taken away!"

"Pull it down, you didn't do anything good anyway. The old man said disdainfully, "You old turtle, let alone thirty years, three hundred years is nothing to you." ”

"Look for death!" Lao Dao couldn't help it anymore and shouted, "Don't think that if you steal a trick and a half from somewhere, you can really be invincible in the world." ”

The old man in Xuanjia shook his head: "If you fight, you fight, what are you doing shouting so loudly." ”

The white-bearded old man couldn't bear it, waving his hands like flying, overprinting thousands of them, as if he was about to make a supreme killing move.

The old man pursed his lips and flew up at the old man.

Lao Dao's expression moved, and in a hurry, he suddenly formed a seal, threw the dust in his hand, and slammed towards the oncoming face.

The old man of Xuanjia swung out the Wu Swallowing Sword and struck hard with the dust.

Lao Dao's eyes were round, and he shouted angrily: "Liuhe dust trick, break it for me!"

The old man of Xuanjia was suddenly subjected to a strong force, and was knocked back a few steps in a row, and even the Xuanjia on his body seemed to have received great force, and he was knocked out with a muffled sound.

"Awesome. He praised lightly, stretched his arms slightly, used his strength, and slowly made a sword gesture towards the white-bearded old man, "My sword, you can take it and try it." ”

Lao Dao sneered, the seal in his hand did not stop in the slightest, and changed slightly, manipulating the dust to attack the old man in Xuanjia.

The old man raised his sword, pointed at the old way, and said slowly: "This style, called the first line of peaks, is optimistic." ”

Chen Mingye, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was stunned, always feeling as if the old man was talking to himself.

The old man did not use techniques such as flying swords, but the sword moved with him, one person and one sword, like lightning that slashed through the heavens and the earth, and flew out towards the old way.

A simple sword, between heaven and earth, there is a faint but mighty aura.

Lao Dao roared again, and with a movement of his heart, the dust and the swallowing Wu in the old man's hand collided fiercely.

Only this time, the sharp qi of Swallow Wu swept out, and with just one face, the dust was swept away directly, and the sword in the old man's hand continued to stab towards the old way.

At that moment, it seemed that all the breath of heaven and earth was concentrated on that line of sword blade.

Lao Dao was really stunned at this moment, and the power of this sword made him unable to even mention the slightest thought of resistance.

At the critical moment, the old Taoist took a breath of aura, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and his hands pushed forward fiercely.

For a time, the wind and clouds are moving, and they must erupt.

The old man's face was expressionless, and all the mountains blocked him were slashed with a sword.

At the time of the collision, the entire lake seemed to have been greatly impacted, and the crazy and wanton extremely driving waves and water surged, stirring up thousands of waves.

At the center of the storm, the old man in Xuanjia drew his sword and took a step back, but the old man stood still, and a ray of divine light in his eyes gradually faded away.

"Dead?" Chen Mingye watched this scene in surprise.

"No," Xiao Hong shook her head, her little face showing a bit of solemnity, "That old Taoist's momentum seems to have become stronger. ”

The old man silently looked at the old road in front of him, and suddenly retreated all the way, and with every step he took back, a water bomb dozens of feet high would suddenly explode on the surface of the lake.

The old man retreated dozens of steps in a row, and only then could he stop his body, and as soon as he stopped, he couldn't help but open his mouth and curse angrily: "Sure enough, it's an old turtle, yin and ruthless." ”

Chen Mingye was puzzled, Xiaohong grinned and said: "That old way secretly hid his strength in the water, although he was defeated on the surface, but in fact, the main killing move was hidden. ”

The old Dao over there had gradually come back to his senses, looked at the sword mark on his chest, and sighed: "It's been thirty years, and no one has been able to hurt me for thirty years." ”

"It's noisy. The old man of Xuanjia scolded, rearranged and put on the Xuanjia on his body, and even had time to comb his slightly messy thinning hair, before waving the Wu Swallowing Sword in his hand, "Old turtle, I'll let you taste the pleasure of being beaten today." ”

The white-bearded old man's eyes were a little complicated: "The matter has come to this point, don't blame the poor Dao for being unreasonable." ”

After saying that, I saw him throw the dust in his hands high with one hand, and at the same time, the breath of this side of heaven and earth became chaotic with his action.

"What's going on?" Chen Mingye was taken aback, only to feel that the concentration of aura around him seemed to be decreasing sharply.

Xiao Hong stared at the old man in the center of the lake quite angrily, and said crisply: "He is stealing the aura of this heaven and earth for his own use!"

"Doesn't it mean that the breath of heaven and earth is difficult to obtain, and he can only put a long line and fish slowly?" Chen Mingye was puzzled.

"And how did you swallow it just now?" asked Little Red with big eyes rolling towards him.

"This ......" Chen Mingye scratched his head, "I don't know, I just feel that the whole person was dizzy at that time, and everything in the outside world couldn't be sensed." ”

Xiao Hong looked at him thoughtfully: "These heaven and earth qi don't seem to have been obtained at a moment's notice, but more like the old Taoist has used all the aura he has accumulated over the years." ”

Chen Mingye was shocked when he heard this, it seems that this old way is going to use all the old bottoms, and he is going to work hard.

The old man of Xuanjia also seemed to be shocked by Lao Dao's actions, and his eyes were a little strange for a while: "You old turtle is really ruthless, you are going to fight with me?"

The white-bearded old man looked at him expressionlessly, and the movements in his hands did not stop for a moment.

The old man laughed presumptuously: "It's okay, this world is so big that it is enough for me to loosen my muscles." ”

The white-bearded old man took another long breath, and the momentum of the whole person seemed to have reached its peak in an instant.

The old man looked at the Wu Swallowing Sword in his hand, then pointed at the sword to the sky and snorted softly.

"Come!"

Come-come-come......

This word spread far away, as if it could flow all the way to the sky along the surface of the lake, and it seemed to fly all the way to the endless sky along the sky.

Chen Mingye only felt a slight shock in his ears, as if something had converged with the old man's soft drink.

Xiao Hongmu was surprised, and her little face was slightly pale: "This old man, what a powerful move." ”

Chen Mingye raised his eyes and saw that from the far away side of the sky, there were mighty swords of various colors gathered together, as if the entire sky was covered with a layer of light glow.

"Wouldn't this also be some kind of heaven and earth breath, right?" Chen Mingye looked a little stunned.

"No," Xiao Hong shook her head vigorously and said, "This is the resonance of the sword qi between heaven and earth caused by the old man's own sword qi with Haoran's sword qi, this is a very, very difficult thing to do!"

Chen Mingye was speechless, looking at the old man holding a long sword in his hand, and suddenly felt that the other party's originally somewhat scattered figure became extremely dazzling under the bursts of glow. Fighting against the aura of heaven and earth with Haoran sword qi? What a big stroke.

Lao Dao also seemed to be alarmed by the old man's sword momentum, this time he didn't hesitate anymore, and directly condensed all the chaotic qi masses behind him, and pushed forward with both hands, actually to condense the breath of heaven and earth in one palm.

The old man smiled, and the Wu Swallowing Sword in his hand was already emitting a bright red brilliance with the convergence of the vast sword qi between heaven and earth, and on the entire sword body, there were countless strange lusters that were constantly beating, and the tadpole-like strange words seemed to have life and kept swimming on the sword body.

With a sound, it summoned the sword qi of the endless heaven and earth.

"Go!" the old man raised his old face to look at the glow of the sky, and for the first time showed a somewhat sad look, he just waved the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand and read out the word softly.

With a bang, he ordered the sword qi to attack and kill.

Lao Dao was about to make a move, but he only felt that at that moment, the pressure of the entire time and space was rushing towards him, and the whole person seemed to be imprisoned under this pressure, and it took a lot of strength to even blink.

His eyes trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth tightly, trembled his white beard, and pushed out the accumulated power of nearly decades one by one, and at the same time let out a long sigh of relief from his mouth.

Rao is a purple-robed Daoist in the Immortal Realm, and it is really a great burden to gather these heaven and earth breaths in one palm.

It's just that his palm is on it, but it seems to be endless, and the vast sword qi that comes from the horizon is endless.

Sword after sword, at this moment, the white-bearded old man even felt like he was fighting against all the swordsmen in the world.

Although his heaven and earth breath is vast, it is not endless, and with the consumption of this sword after sword, even ants can bite and kill elephants.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and was about to raise his body to attack this vast sword qi and go straight to the body of the old man in Xuanjia, but in the next moment, a blood-red long sword had been handed to his eyes.

The old man of Xuanjia carried the endless sword qi and handed out the first sword towards the old way.

And Lao Dao didn't even have time to react, followed by the second sword and the third sword......

Sword after sword, even among the endless swords, is the most dazzling color.

I don't know how many swords there are, but I only heard the old Taoist sigh, and the sword in his hand slashed Zhou Tian, and finally handed out the last sword.

"That's it. He turned around, didn't look at the old Dao behind him, and casually threw the Wu Swallowing Sword, which was already full of divine light, to Chen Mingye, who was still in a daze on the side, "Boy, the sword is back to you." ”

Chen Mingye came back to his senses at this time, hurriedly picked up the Wu Swallowing Sword that was still in full swing just now, and then looked up at the white-bearded old Dao who was still resisting the sword qi, but saw that the old Dao had condensed a body of spiritual power, and was desperately resisting the sword qi that the old man had just swung out.

If you block a sword, you have to take a few steps back.

Lao Dao's whole person was like a boat drifting in the storm, crumbling, and there was no room for fighting back in the face of countless vertical and horizontal sword qi.

So, a retreat is a few miles.

Retreat and retreat, block and block! Qi exhausted, and the endless sword light on the opposite side finally slowly dissipated.

It's just that Lao Dao can't change it anymore in one breath, and the whole person looks at the last sword qi with a pale face, and his face is bitter.

The old man swiped Zhou Tian's last sword in his hand, facing the old Dao who had exhausted his breath and had no power to resist.

Death is inevitable.

Lao Dao closed his eyes in resignation, and his long beard trembled slightly in the wind. It's just a long time, but there is never a feeling of sword qi entering the body. He finally opened his eyes tremblingly, but there was a clear emptiness in front of him, and there was no sword qi at all, as if the raging tide just now, and the endless sword qi coming from the sky was an illusion.

"Why?" he asked with a hoarse voice as he lowered his head, feeling the funnel-like breath leaking from his body, but finally just looked at the clear surface of the lake.

"It's nothing, I don't have any big grudges with you, you have swallowed the breath of heaven and earth for thirty years, and I will cut your luck for three hundred years, which is enough. The old man shrugged his shoulders indifferently and smiled loudly, "If you want revenge, you are welcome." ”

Lao Dao silently looked at the lazy back, sat on the ground, bowed his head and said nothing.