As soon as the old man in white finished speaking, he slapped his palm without hesitation and went straight to the forehead of the Taoist. His goal was to kill the opponent's body and take his spirit child, and the game would be won.

All those who hoped that the Daoist would win the victory showed regret on their faces one by one, as if they had already known the end. Especially the dragon madness, I thought that as long as the old way lasted until the deadline, he could eliminate the ruthless old man. Now it seems that he still underestimated the old man with crane hair.

In the face of the menacing palm, Dao Yunchu's face did not change, and when the two were about to meet, his head did not dodge or dodge, but slammed forward, as if he was venting his last unwillingness.

There was a loud bang, and then a white figure flew out upside down, and it took hundreds of steps back to stabilize its figure. To everyone's surprise, the scene where the Taoist's head was shattered did not appear.

On the contrary, the most powerful old man in white was repulsed, and he was inexplicably at a disadvantage for a while. He looked at the other party with a frightened expression, and at the same time, the palm he had just struck out was quietly shaking behind his back.

"Who the hell are you?" the old man suffered a blow, only to find out that Lao Dao had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. The other party's strength is obviously above him, but for some reason he doesn't confront him head-on.

"That's exactly what Poor Dao wants to ask you. Dao Yunchu did not answer the rhetorical question.

"Niu Nose doesn't think that with his own divine power, the old man can't help you. Under this immortal sword, you are always no different from the sword in the eyes of the old man. As the old man in white spoke, the spiritual power in his body began to gather in his hands, ready to attack the other party from a distance.

"Hmph, old immortal, do you think that Dao Ye has been playing with you until now, what is the picture?" The Taoist snorted coldly when he heard this, and it seemed that he had never put his opponent in his eyes.

"Joke, could it be that you still want to avenge that prodigal son, and also smash the old man's natal weapon?" said the old man with disapproving eyes.

"That's right, Poor Dao is just waiting for you to show your natal weapon. Lao Dao suddenly put away his cynical appearance, and a trace of murder rose in his eyes.

"Ignorant people, even if you have innate divine power, the old man's immortal trick is not what you want. The old man in white looked gloomy and terrible when he heard this.

"Really, do you really think that your natal weapon is extraordinary, and there is no way to do it. "Daoyun is the first to pick

Break the situation of both sides.

"How do you know that the old man is an extraordinary thing. The old man was shocked, it seemed that the other party had been prepared.

"Poor Dao not only knows that this magic weapon is not from the mortal world, but even knows that you, an old immortal, are not a mortal person. "Lao Dao has a complete showdown with the identity of the other party.

"You, who are you?" The old man in white was a little out of control, and his heart was at a loss for a while. If the Taoist is the same as himself, maybe the other party really has the means to crack the immortal sword.

"I, the poor Dao, am a native of the mortal world. As for his basic identity, Dao Yunchu had no intention of hiding it.

"Hahaha, since you are a mortal, the old man wants to see how you can break this immortal trick. The old man with crane hair observed his words and found that the other party was not lying, and his confidence came back again. He had already gathered up his spiritual power to attack, and raised his hand to come out.

At this moment, the Daoist tightly grasped the big hand of Zhu Xian's sword, and with a strong force, a click came, and then the body like a thin snake shattered together. He took the opportunity to pull out, and those magic weapon fragments were instantly swallowed by the old man in white's own attack.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the crane-haired old man was severely repulsed by the damage to the natal artifact, and he was crumbling. He looked at everything that was happening in horror, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Ahem, why is this happening. Ahem, why is this happening. ”

"When you deliberately destroyed Sima Ping's magic weapon, you had to think that you would have such a day. The Taoist sneered.

"Fart, old man, that's an immortal weapon, although the soul of the instrument is suppressed by the mortal world, it is not something that you, a mortal, can destroy. The old man in white roared wildly.

"It's true that the poor road can't, but it can. Dao Yunchu said disapprerovitously, while constantly fiddling with the fragment of the Immortal Flying Stone in his hand. It was his divine power that cooperated with this fragment to forcibly crush Zhu Xiangong.

"What's that?" the crane-haired old man's eyes shrank.

"No comment. ”

"Hahaha, interesting. Unexpectedly, I, Murong Feng, would actually capsize in the gutter. However, you don't want to be complacent too early, and it is not necessarily who wins and who loses. The old man in white finished speaking, and suddenly his eyes were certain.

Murong Feng planned to break the cauldron and sink the soul out of the body, preparing to quietly kill the soul body of the old way. The moment his soul came out of his body, he was surprised to find that his opponent's soul was actually just a young man.

Surprised to surprised, the soul of the crane-haired old man did not hesitate to swim to the Taoist with a face full of remains. He found that the other party was not aware of his soul at all, so he raised his soul palm and slapped it fiercely at the Heavenly Spirit Gai of the enemy's soul.

Suddenly, the young soul in Lao Dao's body showed a strange smile. Murong Feng's soul heart was not good, but it was too late. In fact, the other party has been prepared for a long time, and he is waiting for himself to take the bait.

The moment the crane-haired old man's soul came out of his palm, a blurred light suddenly came, accompanied by a demonic sound that shocked the soul. The light came from the phantom soul stone, and the magic sound was changed by Zhang Huaiyang.

With a two-pronged approach, Murong Feng's soul was seriously affected. At the same time, Dao Yunchu's soul punched out and hit the palm of the sneak attack soul. Suddenly, the soul that came from the sneak attack lost an arm.

When the Taoist is ready to go all out and completely solve the soul of the old man in white. The ring on his hand moved, and the light flashed and actually included Murong Feng's soul in it.

"What do you want to do?" Dao Yunchu's soul looked displeased and questioned the remnant soul in the ancient ring.

"Boy, the last time the deity cracked the colorful glass coffin, the soul power was seriously lost, and this immortal soul can be greatly replenished. Besides, the deity won't completely devour him, and may be able to reveal some secrets for you. ”

"You know him?"

"Cut, you don't want to think about how a little minion who has been damaged and cultivated and sent to the Nether to inquire about the news, how can the deity know. There was a sound of disdain from the ancient ring.

"What's the use of keeping him?"

"Let's get out of here sooner or later, and naturally we can get something out of it. ”

Gu Jie said that the light was gone, and no matter how Dao Yunchu asked, he didn't respond. He also doesn't know whether the one in the ancient precepts will be a friend or foe to him in the future.

At this time, Murong Feng, who had lost his soul on the field, was like a walking corpse, his eyes were dull and blank. The battle between the souls of the two was so that the onlookers couldn't see it, and they didn't know what was going on. Inexplicably, there is another fool.