Before the smoke and dust on this side had cleared, Han Li on the other side felt a flower in front of him, and the figure of the white-haired old man suddenly flashed, and the speed was dizzying.

"Bang"

His heart froze, and he subconsciously raised his arms, and as soon as he finished folding in front of him, he was knocked out by a powerful punch.

Fortunately, he had already secretly urged the True Extreme Membrane and covered his arms with golden scales, so that he would not be as embarrassed as Lin Seventeen, but after the whole person still flew upside down hundreds of zhang like a cloud, he barely stabilized his figure.

Although the white-haired old man had punched Han Li away, his figure had also taken a step back, and a hint of surprise seemed to flash in his eyes, which had not yet completely lost his mind.

But as Lin Jiu came with his sword, he immediately roared and swung his fist to meet it.

At this time, the skin on his body had gradually changed from dark red to bright red, and the color of the steam emitted from his body had gradually faded to pale pink.

Correspondingly, his speed seemed to be getting faster and faster, and the force of his fists was getting louder and stronger, and almost every punch that came down brought out a popping sound of friction with the air.

Lin Jiu kept swinging the golden sword in his hand, but the white-haired old man was bare-handed, and each punch slammed into the golden sword's blade, making a deafening "bang" loud sound.

The two bodies constantly changed their positions, and where the fists and swords intersected, waves of invisible law fluctuations erupted, and everywhere they passed, everything was swept into it, easily stirred into nothingness, and even the ground was cut out of huge pits.

Although Lin Jiu's swordsmanship is exquisite, he has a faint feeling of being unable to catch it when facing the old man who is astonishingly fast and seems to be ingenious but actually has a thousand strengths.

"All to death!"

The white-haired old man roared wildly, his fists blurred slightly, and more than ten ordinary fist shadows appeared erratically, heading towards Lin Jiu's cover, and the momentum was terrifying.

Lin Jiu didn't have time to think about it, his body didn't dare to stop at all, he held the sword with both hands and waved it violently, and a dazzling sword suddenly erupted at the tip of the sword, which became brighter and brighter, and instantly turned into a ball of golden mangs several zhang in size, and then burst out with a dripping turn.

In an instant, countless criss-crossing golden sword qi swept out, colliding with those roaring fist shadows, emitting a series of metallic grinding-like screams.

However, all the sword qi collapsed and disappeared almost instantly, but the fist shadow did not completely collapse, making a trace of surprise flash in Lin Jiu's eyes, and then the golden light on his body flashed, and a large piece of golden light emerged from the surface of his body, blocking in front of him.

At this moment, in a huge pit not far from the two of them, a somewhat gray-faced figure of Lin Seventeen suddenly flew out.

But seeing that his wrist flicked, an earthy yellow rope flew out from the cuff, like a spiritual snake writhing in mid-air, conjuring seven or eight rope loops, and heading down towards the white-haired old man not far away.

"Bang bang" a few loud bangs!

Lin Jiu's whole body was smashed upside down and flew out with golden light, and the white-haired old man wanted to chase after him and make up for another punch, but he happened to be caught in it by the rope, and then with a flash, the rope contracted and completely trapped it.

Lin Seventeen grabbed the rope in one hand, and without saying a word, he pulled back violently, and the old man's figure rose from the ground and fell towards this side.

Han Li also came out of nowhere, the silver long sword in his hand flickered, and with a finger of the sword, it stabbed towards the old man's head.

The white-haired old man's eyes flashed with golden light, and his mouth let out a muffled moan.

The next moment, the blood on his body was bright, the skin and flesh on his arms were torn, and two white bones still wrapped in a layer of pink fascia burst out of it, cutting the earthy yellow rope like a blade and getting out.

As a result, before his body could stabilize his body, he raised another arm and swept the blade-like white bone towards Han Li, who was close at hand.

The tip of the silver longsword pierced straight into the white bone, making a tooth-aching sound.

Han Li only felt a huge force surging like a mountain and a sea, and as soon as his heart moved, he immediately took advantage of the momentum and flew backwards.

The white-haired old man was still a little stunned when he saw Han Li being easily knocked away by himself, even if he lost his consciousness, but then he suddenly turned around as if he had thought of something, brandished the bone knife born on his arm, and rushed straight at Lin Seventeen, who was still holding the rope.

Almost in a flash, he appeared directly in front of the latter, and after stabbing it out, he directly broke through several layers of shields on his body, and then stabbed him in the chest, gushing blood gushing out of the blood hole.

Lin Seventeen's body was like a shrimp, and he bowed back sharply, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out from under the mask, but then a cloud of white light erupted from his waist, enveloping the whole person in it and crashing into the ground.

The white light disappeared, revealing the figure of Lin Seventeen, motionless, life and death unknown.

The white-haired old man let out a "giggle" laugh from his mouth, and he didn't look at Lin Seventeen again, but turned his head and looked at Han Li who had already retreated hundreds of zhang away.

Han Li looked at the scene in front of him and his face sank like water.

The old man should also be a Xuan Immortal with a lot of physical strength, after swallowing the Burning Infant Blood Pill, his strength has reached such a terrifying level, even if he chooses to fight hard, I am afraid that he will be injured a lot.

At this time, the old man's eyes had completely turned to pure gold, and he couldn't see any human reason at all.

A Xuan Immortal who had lost his mind and whose strength was close to the Golden Immortal Realm, it was no wonder that Lin Seventeen couldn't resist at all.

Suddenly, the old man's figure disappeared from the spot in a blur.

Han Li's figure shot out backwards without hesitation, and at the same time, the golden scales of his arms flipped up, raised his fist, and smashed directly into the void in front of him.

Just listen to the loud sound of "boom"!

His fist and the fist of the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared slammed into each other.

An invisible wave of qi erupted from the fists of the two of them, and it swept away like a stormy wave, blowing the surrounding void violently, flying sand all over the sky, and rolling away the rocks.

Han Li only felt a majestic force rolling in, and the whole person was knocked upside down and flew out hundreds of feet, directly smashing a black cliff behind him to pieces, and only then could he be stabilized.

The white-haired old man on the other side also swept away, but he only flew out two or three hundred zhang, and then stabilized his figure again.

"Jiao fifteen Daoyou, I didn't expect you to be also a Xuan Immortal. But don't fight him head-on, and when I set up a trap, you will bring him in. Now that he has lost his mind, he will definitely die when the essence and blood primordial infant in his body is burned out, and he will definitely die without our action. Lin Jiu stood high in the air and shouted at Han Li.

"I can't guarantee that I can entangle him for too long, fellow Daoist, you set up a formation as soon as possible. Han Li stabilized the surging qi and blood in his body, and Chong Lin Jiu said.

With that, he tiptoed a little, flew into the air, and threw the long sword in his hand.

The silver long sword swept into the air, and the silver light was magnificent, and a dense circle of sword shadows separated from it, blooming in the sky like a thousand-petaled lotus flower.

The sound of chanting sounded from Han Li's mouth, and he pointed down with one hand and pointed downward.

In mid-air, the sound of breaking the sky suddenly became loud.

A series of incomparably dense silver sword shadows immediately shot down like a rainstorm pear blossom, enveloping the white-haired old man who had just crawled out of the rock wall.

"Boom Boom"

The sound of explosions continued to resound in the valley, and the rocks in the valley crumbled, and smoke and dust rose everywhere, and soon the figure of the old man was buried in it.

I heard a roar that bordered on the roar of a beast.

In the smoke and dust, the figure of the white-haired old man suddenly jumped out, and a red cracked path appeared on the skin of his body, the originally high bun had been scattered, and the long snow-white silver hair danced wildly in the wind, looking like a vicious demon.

He only covered his face with his arms, allowing Han Li's silver sword shadow to continue to stab at his body, crashing straight into the silver sword lotus.

The silver sword lotus burst into flames, and the chaotic silver sword shadows in the sky shot wildly in all directions.

The silver long sword in the middle also broke into two with a "snap".

Seeing this, Han Li's brows furrowed slightly, the golden scales on his arms were flushed, and the whole circle was thick, and he waved his fists towards him.

On the other side of the valley, Lin Jiu was holding a golden long stick the thickness of an adult man's arm in his hand, walked to the edge of a rock in a few steps, and slammed the long stick to the ground with one raised hand.

The golden stick, which was engraved with dense runes and was three feet long, went straight into the ground and buried two-thirds of the way, only about a foot long, still bare on the surface.

Lin Jiu raised his eyes and glanced around, and saw that a circle surrounded by golden long sticks had basically taken shape, leaving only a gap at each end of the east and west.

"Jiao Fifteen Daoyou, quickly bring him over!" he looked at Han Li and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Han Li's body twisted, and a flash of light flashed on his body, shooting towards this direction.

The white-haired old man, who had long been out of his senses, stomped on the ground with both feet, even a little faster than Han Li, and pounced straight at him.

Han Li could fly to the edge of the magic circle, and the white-haired old man had already chased after him, and the bone knife on the outside of his arm stabbed out, heading straight for the back of his heart.

At that moment, a shrill whistle rang out.

A golden flying sword shot straight up from under Han Li's body, hitting the old man's bone knife straight onto it, bringing up a string of golden sparks.

The old man staggered and stopped above the circle.

"Daoist friends take the baton. ”

At the same time, Lin Jiu shouted violently, raised his wrist, and threw a golden long stick against the ground towards Han Li.

Han Li's body fell sharply, bent down and picked up the golden long stick, rolled over and thrust it into the gap in the formation.

On the other side, Lin Jiu inserted another long stick into the ground almost at the same time.

There was a "buzz" sound.

A wave of invisible fluctuations suddenly rose from the magic circle, and the runes on each golden stick bloomed with dazzling golden light, and a golden chain poked out of it, and it shot upwards with a "bang", binding the white-haired old man firmly.

The white-haired old man's body was restrained, his silver hair was flying, his whole body was steaming with white steam, and the whole person struggled violently in mid-air.

More than a dozen golden long sticks called "Lock Dragon Sticks" were dragged wildly by this huge force, swaying on the ground, like small trees in a storm, seemingly precarious, but like tumblers, they never shook but did not fall.