The middle-aged man said this because there is an agreement between the continents, and gods and immortals can only expel and not kill when encountering demons, ghosts, and demons, which is an iron law for thousands of years, and no one can violate it. The middle-aged man couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Zheng Dao mercilessly kill the ghost in his hand.

Zheng Dao said unceremoniously: "If you don't want to go, let's take a step to speak." ”

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "Please." The middle-aged man saw that Mingyang didn't know kung fu, and he looked at Zheng Dao was also in the Kanzhi realm, although he didn't know how high his cultivation was, but he was very confident in his Kanzhi realm, and the middle-aged man was not afraid of Zheng Dao, and the three of them walked out of the village at the moment.

Coming to the clearing in the forest far away from the village, the two stood opposite each other, and Zheng Dao asked Mingyang to hide far away so as not to hurt him by mistake. The middle-aged man continued to ask the unanswered question of where Mr. Jong was from.

Zheng Dao replied coldly: "I have already said that the world is mine, and I belong to the world." ”

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and his heart was more confident, because he knew that the highest Ji Cang in the human realm was only the Kanzhi realm, and the other highest ones could reach the realm of leaving the gods was also rare, and the young man in front of him obviously would not be Ji Cang, who had lived for thousands of years, even if he was a cultivation wizard who had reached the Kanzhi realm, the cultivation would not be much stronger.

Zheng Dao asked rhetorically, "I don't know where your friend is from?"

The middle-aged man pulled his train of thought back and said, "I'm from the divine realm." ”

Zheng Dao replied: "Then you can go back, and you are not allowed to set foot in the world in the future." ”

The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, as if he had heard a big joke, and after laughing a few times, he looked at Zheng Dao and said: "Dao friendly tone, just because you still want to help me, don't you think I will be afraid of you!" Although he knew that the other party's realm might not be as good as his own, the middle-aged man still did not underestimate the enemy.

Seeing that the middle-aged man drew his long sword, Zheng Dao was a little unsure of what to do. Use a sword, you haven't learned swordsmanship, you can say that you don't know anything, don't use a sword, the flesh palm is too dangerous to the long sword, and you can't be sure of winning.

If the realm is lower than his own, then he is absolutely confident that he can use the Sun Palm against anyone with weapons. But the person in front of him can't do it, it seems that he should be a person who is not low in cultivation and is a person who has studied swordsmanship. Zheng Dao learned from the mouths of Defei and the others that the gods and immortals both studied swordsmanship, and the sword was their second life, and the highest realm could be practiced to the unity of human and sword.

Zheng Dao could only awkwardly pull out the long sword on his back, this was the first time that Zheng Dao drew the Broken Rainbow Sword given by his master. Listening to a dragon's groan, a three-foot long sword was held in Zheng Dao's hand, Zheng Dao only felt that the sword seemed to have a ghostly light flowing and couldn't help but look at it carefully, only to see that this sword blade was like autumn frost, cold light shining, the more I looked at it, the more I loved it.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side couldn't help but praise: "Good sword." Staring at the Broken Rainbow Sword in Zheng Dao's hand, a greedy look shot out of the middle-aged man's eyes, and he already had the idea of killing people and snatching the sword.

Zheng Dao and the middle-aged man had no room for maneuver but to see the truth on his fists and feet, the middle-aged man pinched a sword trick and stabbed Zheng Dao with a sword, Zheng Dao saw the opponent's sword, and raised his sword to block and swing the sword away.

The first time the two fought, the middle-aged man didn't know what Zheng Dao's swordsmanship was, but he was attacking tentatively. This first sword is mediocre and can be broken at will, but after the middle-aged man stabbed out a sword, the swordsmanship has been continuously unfolded, a sword is as fast as a sword, and the sword moves are ruthless, and Zheng Dao is not allowed to have room for maneuver.

Zheng Dao only knows how to use the sword to stab, slash, block up and down, nothing else, a good sword in his hand can not exert its power at all, Zheng Dao is only a few swords after it is already difficult to support, and danger is everywhere.

Although the middle-aged man saw Zheng Dao's clumsy swordsmanship, he did not underestimate the enemy with his cautious personality, and continued to attack tentatively with a fast sword, in order to prove that Zheng Dao did not know any advanced swordsmanship.

After dozens of moves, although Zheng Dao was not injured, he was already difficult to support. The middle-aged man had already seen that Zheng Dao did not have the slightest study in swordsmanship, and the sword was like a burning stick in his hand, which was really a tyrannical thing.

The middle-aged man who finally put his mind at ease urged the sword technique, and the long sword in his hand danced with bursts of brilliance, and the sword curtain shrouded Zheng Dao in it, and Zheng Dao was like a piece of meat on the board to be cut.

Fortunately, Zheng Dao's cultivation is close at hand, so that his body is fast, his eyes are quick, and he can see the way of the opponent's sword momentum, but it is a little difficult to dodge and break the move, and he is in a hurry for a while, and he is very embarrassed.

The middle-aged man no longer hides his strength at this time, and is ready to teach Zheng Dao a lesson. The sword momentum changed and was no longer a blind temptation, the middle-aged man stabbed Zheng Dao in the lower abdomen with a false sword, Zheng Dao hurriedly sank the sword and sealed it, but the middle-aged man's sword was a false move, and he saw that he had stabbed Zheng Dao in the chest with a twist of the sword on his wrist.

Zheng Dao was surprised that the sword was still on the way down and was not in a hurry to go up and block, fortunately, he reacted quickly, and hurriedly sank his shoulders and leaned back to avoid this fatal sword, Rao dodged his chest or did not dodge his shoulder, the clothes on his shoulder had been pierced a large piece, and a slender sword wound oozed a trace of blood.

The middle-aged man was even more rampant with one move, and the long sword in his hand was ruthless, all of them stabbed Zheng Dao at the point, vowing to behead Zheng Dao under the sword. At this time, Zheng Dao had no power to fight back, holding the Broken Rainbow Sword to block left and right, he could only defend his upper body from being injured by the sword, and the rest didn't care about anything.

At this time, the middle-aged man was already in control, and he intended to frustrate Zheng Dao's spirit in order to repay Zheng Dao's hatred for bullying. The middle-aged man no longer only handed the sword to Zheng Dao, but played Zheng Dao under the sword like a cat teasing a mouse.

Although the middle-aged man is no longer only aimed at his own vital points, Zheng Dao can not rest at all, and the middle-aged man stabs out one after another with a fast sword, not seeking to attack the vital points but only to hurt the enemy.

After dozens of moves, Zheng Dao has been injured in many places, and most of his clothes have been stained red with blood, but fortunately, Zheng Dao has guarded the vital point, although he has suffered a lot of injuries, but they are not fatal. But the middle-aged man's attack did not slow down at all, and he was still urging the sword technique, and if he continued to fight like this, Zheng Dao would be injured under the sword.

But what can be done about this, Zheng Dao has never learned swordsmanship, has never practiced sword moves, and even this is the first time to pick up the Broken Rainbow Sword given by his master. With such poor attainments in swordsmanship, he is now facing a swordsman who is equivalent to his own realm, which is really equivalent to hitting a stone with an egg.

Zheng Dao is too late to regret it now, even if the middle-aged man doesn't care about his hatred of robbing business and driving him out of the country, he will snatch the sword and kill people because of the broken rainbow sword in Zheng Dao's hand, so he will definitely die.

Zheng Dao barely managed to hold on to a few swords, and he no longer had the strength to resist, and lamented in his heart, it seems that today is a catastrophe. The middle-aged man had already stabbed Zheng Dao with more than 20 wounds, which could be regarded as leaving him with no skin.

But the middle-aged man did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but suddenly withdrew his sword and retreated, and after pulling a distance, he looked at Zheng Dao with mocking eyes.