Li Hui's face, which was flying forward at a rapid speed, suddenly changed, and his divine sense had already discovered the existence of this powerful aura, and quickly approached him.

Li Hui naturally knew in his heart that he was really a genuine Jindan monk, and his speed was extremely fast, but in just a few flashes, he had already reached dozens of feet behind him.

"Stand down!"

In the burst of blue light, there was a faint snort, and when the ten foundation building monks who were chasing Li Hui heard it, they immediately spread their bodies and retreated to the sides, making way for a road.

With Li Hui's supernatural ability to kill five foundation building monks in an instant, these ten people knew in their hearts that they were by no means the opponent of this person, but it was not good to let it go, and they chased after them together because of the large number of people. And now that his own Jindan monk has arrived, he is also happy to step aside.

Li Hui felt a pang in his heart, the speed of the people who came was far better than him, and he couldn't get rid of it at all, it seemed that this battle was inevitable. After all, Li Hui is still only a primordial god who has reached the level of a Jindan monk, and although the mana in his body is close to that of a Jindan monk, after all, he has not yet formed a Jindan and transformed his spiritual power into a more pure one.

However, Li Hui couldn't see the slightest fear on his face, his body suddenly stopped in the air, and the Xuanshuang Sword and Blood Rouge were suspended in front of him, emitting a faint light, ready to strike at any time.

"Whew!"

At this moment, the blue light burst out and stopped twenty zhang in front of Li Hui. The blue light faded, revealing the figure of a green-shirted scribe.

At the moment when the green-shirted scribe revealed his figure, Li Hui's face changed, revealing a little shock.

"It's you!"

The green-shirted scribe looked at Li Hui with a little shock on his face.

Li Hui looked directly at the green-shirted scribe, his face had returned to normal, but at this time he said lightly: "Where do you not meet in life, but I didn't expect to see Your Excellency again in ten years." ”

That green-shirted scribe was the same Winged Wolf City monk who was good at the way of formation ten years ago, when Li Hui joined forces with Ye Xuan, the captain of the Fengyuan City City Guard, outside that Fengyuan City. But I never thought that ten years later, we would meet here.

The look of consternation on the face of the green-shirted scribe also disappeared in a flash, and he looked at Li Hui coldly: "Very good, ten years ago, Your Excellency was the eagle dog of the Ziwei Palace, and it was a bad thing for me, and today it was in my hands, but it was not as good luck as last time!"

In fact, this green-shirted scribe had already probed Li Hui's divine sense, but found that he couldn't see the depth of the other party's cultivation at all. Ten years ago, this person was a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, and his supernatural powers were not weak, and even the Blood Moon True Person was killed by his sneak attack. Although there is a bit of luck, but the strength should not be underestimated, after ten years, the other party may have succeeded. Therefore, in his heart, he did not have the slightest contempt for Li Hui, and he was completely treated as a monk of the same rank.

Li Hui can naturally guess a few points of this green-shirted scribe's thoughts, and naturally he will not break it, as for the statement of the eagle dog of the Ziwei Palace, although he has broken with the Ziwei Palace at the moment and is in the process of being hunted down, he doesn't bother to explain.

In any case, he had just killed five people on the other side, plus the grudge ten years ago, the new hatred and old hatred were counted together, and naturally there was no room for maneuver.

Li Hui looked at the green-robed monk with a cold face, and said indifferently: "Ten years ago, Your Excellency fled in the wilderness, and today Li will once again comprehend Your Excellency's magical powers!"

Having said that, Li Hui did not have half a contempt in his heart. In fact, in the battle ten years ago, the various magical and secret techniques and magic weapons performed by this green-shirted scribe were endless, and they were all the best among the Jindan monks Li Hui had seen. If we meet again in ten years, the other party may be even better.

In the past ten years, although Li Hui has also made great progress, he really has to compete head-on with a Jindan monk who has been a monk for many years, and he is still a little bottomless in his heart.

The green-shirted scribe heard the ridicule in Li Hui's words, and his face changed slightly, revealing a little ruthlessness: "If you are so ashamed, I'll see how you have grown as the little guy who hid behind the crape myrtle palace eagle dog back then!"

As soon as the words fell, a cyan flying sword had already been sacrificed, and the green-shirted scribe stretched out his hand in the air, and the cyan flying sword trembled and disappeared into the void.

"Phew!"

At this moment, Li Hui suddenly opened his mouth and let out a loud shout, in the sea of consciousness, the god Li Huiyuan, who was sitting between the Sun Star and the Taiyin Star, suddenly opened his eyes, and an incomparably strong wave of divine consciousness emanated from his body, flashed out from Li Hui's eyebrows, and instantly rolled towards the green-shirted scribe.

The green-shirted scribe's expression was shocked, as if there was a thunderous explosion in his mind, his head tingled, and his body suddenly fell downward, and at the same time, the cyan flying sword that shot at Li Hui also stopped in mid-air, falling down with the green-shirted scribe.

This time he used the Regret Divine Technique to attack, but Li Hui tried his best, and by surprise, even the green-shirted scribe was on the way.

The so-called take advantage of his illness to kill him. Li Hui didn't hesitate at all, his hands quickly formed a spell, and a crimson sword shadow disappeared into the void in a flash, falling towards the green-shirted scribe.

The green-shirted scribe was unexpectedly shaken by the Regret Divine Technique, and lost his mind for a short time, but he quickly recovered, and the spiritual power in his body turned, and he stabilized his body again in mid-air.

"Whew!"

At this moment, the green-shirted scribe saw a crimson streamer shooting towards him, and his heart was shocked, his figure flashed, and he moved more than ten zhang away, and he dodged the sword without delay.

One blow missed, but Li Hui's face did not change at all, and the magic of his hands changed again, and the bloody rouge flying sword folded in the air, and continued to chase and kill the green-shirted scribe.

After the green-shirted scribe dodged, he got a chance to breathe, and his mind calmed down a little, but he saw the crimson flying sword chasing after him again, his face turned cold, and the cyan flying sword shot back, turning into a green dragon roaring towards the red flying sword.

The green dragon roared, and he was about to swallow the Blood Rouge Flying Sword.

At this moment, Li Hui, who was manipulating the flying sword on the other side, showed a sneer on his face, and as soon as the magic trick in his hand changed, the Blood Rouge Flying Sword was instantly divided into two handles, one was white and flawless, exuding bursts of cold air, and the other was as red as fire, like a ball of blood flame burning.

The two flying swords split in the air, bypassing the green dragon and slashing towards the green-shirted scribe.

The face of the green-shirted scribe changed, he didn't expect the other party to have such a change, but he unhurriedly reached out and patted it in the storage bag, and a small hexagonal golden mirror flashed. In a brilliant golden light, it quickly turned into a giant mirror of Zhang Xu Fangyuan. It is the magic weapon ** mirror.

**The mirror folded in the air, emitting a thick golden light, hitting the two flying swords that shot out.

On the other side, Li Hui saw the other party take out this small golden mirror, his face changed, and he sighed secretly in his heart: "Oops!" Hurriedly pinched the trick with both hands, wanting to take back the flying sword, but it was too late.

The two flying swords were instantly hit by that thick golden light, and they trembled lightly in that golden light, but they were immediately frozen, and they could no longer advance for half a minute.

Li Hui's face changed suddenly, and he found that his mental connection with the two flying swords had been severed.

"Buzz!"

The two flying swords trembled in the golden light, but they immediately turned their heads and shot towards Li Hui, and the speed of the sword was no less than that of Li Hui himself.

Li Hui's figure flashed and quickly disappeared in place.

"Woohoo!"

Two flying swords shot past the place where Li Hui was standing, and they could be dodged by Li Hui, but they lost control and fell downward.

Li Hui hurriedly cast tricks with both hands, and then stabilized the two flying swords again and returned to his side again.

"Phew!"

At this moment, a burst of blue light shot out, but it was the green-shirted scribe who took the initiative and drove the flying sword to kill.

Li Hui had just withdrawn the blood rouge, and the green light had already reached within three zhang in front of him, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand, and the Xuanshuang Sword that had been protecting him turned into three handles, and quickly spun to form a sword curtain in front of him, blocking the blue light.

"Boom!"

The blue light slammed into the sword curtain, crushing the sword curtain with a single sword, and the three Xuanshuang swords flew upside down and fell into the distance.

Li Hui only felt a shock in his chest, a burst of qi and blood churned in his body, his face turned pale with shock, and his body involuntarily retreated towards the rear in the air.

And the blue light was blocked by the Xuanshuang Sword, but it was also a little slower.

Taking advantage of the stagnation of the blue light, Li Hui hurriedly stabilized his figure, pinched the trick in his hand again and again, recalled the Xuanshuang Sword, and at the same time reached out and slapped it in the storage bag, a ball of purple clouds flew out and fell under his feet, and at the same time scattered purple clouds to protect him in front of him.

"Hahaha! I thought that the ants of the year had grown some way now, but I didn't expect to be so vulnerable!"

In this round of attacks, Li Hui was forced to be in a hurry, and the flying sword was out of control several times, all of which was seen by the green-shirted scribe, but he laughed out loud with ridicule.

But in fact, the green-shirted scribe was full of doubts at the moment. He couldn't see through Li Hui's cultivation, but the other party had not used the magic weapon to fight, those superb spirit weapon flying swords, although the grade was not low, but after all, it was a step away from the real magic weapon, and once they fought head-on, they would immediately collapse.

However, the Divine Sense Attack Secret Technique and the Flying Sword Technique that the other party used at the beginning were also really sharp, and even he had to deal with them carefully.

In this way, the green-shirted scribe was completely unsure of what kind of cultivation Li Hui was, but his heart was also a little relaxed, judging from the several kinds of magical powers that the other party had displayed so far, although the power was good, it was still far from himself!

Li Hui was hidden in the purple cloud barrier, but he was also a little frightened in his heart, and when he made a move just now, he was still a little careless. In the face of such a strong enemy, it is obviously unwise to immediately cast the Little Nine Sword Formation, trap it with a thunderbolt, and use your own spirit weapon flying sword to resist the opponent.

Li Hui didn't pay attention to the ridicule of the green-shirted scribe, he reached out and slapped it in the storage bag, and several other top-grade spiritual weapon flying swords flew out one by one, landing around Li Hui's body and slowly spinning.

Seeing this, the green-shirted scribe showed a slight hint of surprise on his face, but he quickly turned into a sneer: "I'll see what other means you have!"

Li Hui didn't answer, his powerful divine sense spread out, attached to each flying sword, his hands pinched again and again, and the nine flying swords spun together, forming a sword cloud above his head.

"Go!"

Li Hui stretched out his hand, and the nine flying swords lined up in a huge triangular formation, shooting towards the green-shirted scribe overwhelmingly.