Qiao Chenan looked deeply at the middle-aged man, and in his field of vision was a pitch-black human figure, as if he was a ghost from the depths of hell, only the back of his neck was slightly transparent, and the color was much lighter than in other places.

As he expected, although the middle-aged man used some unknown secret technique to absorb the power of the big ghost for his own use, almost reaching the realm of foreign practice and invulnerability, but limited by the subtlety of the spell, there would be a similar practice on his body.

To put it bluntly, Lianmen is the weakest part of their body, and it is also the biggest flaw of this technique!

On the other hand, or this kind of secret technique that greatly strengthens one's own physique is not flawed, just ask, how many people can just hit the opponent's practice door in a battle? Not to mention that the opponent's own family knows their own affairs, and they will definitely focus on protecting their own practice.

Now that he has discovered the weakness of the other party, Qiao Chen'an naturally focuses on taking care of it, and the two flying swords seem to turn into two soaring golden dragons under his control, the golden mangs split the air, and the sword qi erupts thin, cutting through the darkness!

The middle-aged man was trapped by the two flying swords, staring at Qiao Chen'an with a fierce face, his two arms waving densely through the wind, the sound of gold and iron clashing constantly, and he said coldly: "I want to drink your blood!"

Qiao Chen'an's eyes were calm, a pair of pitch-black pupils were almost twice as large as usual, faintly showing signs of splitting, and he was engrossed in manipulating the flying sword against the enemy, trying to find an opportunity to attack the back of the middle-aged man's neck, but he was stopped by him every time.

couldn't help frowning slightly, the opponent's defense was too tight, and if it continued like this, even if his spiritual power was exhausted, I am afraid he would not be able to make contributions.

Although Huang Fuxuan is young and very playful, he is very smart, he just waits for leisure and doesn't put his mind on business, and at this time he also found the key to the problem, and suddenly squeaked twice, and said: "Brother Qiao, I have a way to deal with him!"

Qiao Chenan heard this: "What should I do?"

Huangfu Xuan's fox suddenly showed an extremely humane and weird smile on his little face, and said, "Look at me!"

The two small eyes that were as inky as black jade narrowed slightly, and the next moment, Qiao Chen'an keenly felt an extremely strange fluctuation spreading out from his pupils, although he didn't come specifically at him, but he actually felt dizzy in an instant, and he couldn't help but feel a little shocked in his heart.

If his guess was correct, Huangfu Xuan should have used some kind of illusion.

The middle-aged man was defenseless, how could he have thought that a little white fox on Qiao Chen'an's shoulder would be a monster that was not weak in cultivation, and almost instantly he was shrouded by that strange fluctuation, and the picture in front of him flashed, and he was actually in a golden and brilliant hall, the wall curtains were dotted with gorgeous jewels, and the lights were brilliant, illuminating the entire hall.

In front of him is a huge pool of water that is long and wide, constantly rising bursts of white mist, and you can faintly glimpse the snow-white and round thighs like lotus jade arms, majestic peaks and mountains looming, and the ears are full of yin voices.

In the outside world, Qiao Chen'an saw that the middle-aged man's movements suddenly slowed down a lot, and his eyes were dull, he knew that he had fallen into illusion, and it was really an excellent opportunity to win with one blow!

For the sake of insurance, to kill with one blow, the stainless steel long sword was the first to slash to the back of the neck with a cold light, and the broken small sword followed, so as to let the other party give the head!

As soon as the middle-aged man fell into the illusion, his face changed greatly, and he suddenly got angry with an extremely bad feeling in his heart, and secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly covered the back of his neck with both hands!

Ding, bang!

The steel long sword was wrapped in an extreme force that directly knocked his palm away, not seeking to behead, only preparing for the next killing sword!

Laugh at!

A blood light flashed under the night, and only the golden horse could be seen soaring into the sky, accompanied by a flying head, the middle-aged man got rid of the illusion at this time because of the severe pain, a pair of eyes stared at Qiao Chen'an, opened his mouth to say something, but the Adam's apple had already been shattered.

With a bang, the middle-aged man's head fell to the ground, blood pouring out, and his eyes widened angrily.

Boom, the body that lost its head also fell to the ground, bursts of black gas kept overflowing from its flesh and blood, dissipating between heaven and earth, but in a few moments, the body returned to its original size.

Zheng Zheng two sword sounds, Qiao Chenan put away his sword and stood, and glanced at the white fox on his shoulder with a smile: "Good job!"

I was a little surprised in my heart, generally speaking, the fox clan is good at charm and confusion, from the title of "fox spirit", it can be seen that one or two, although Huangfu Xuan is young, but the illusion he casts is extremely powerful.

If this technique were to be performed by Jiao Na today, the power would definitely be many times greater, and the middle-aged man would probably be immersed in the illusion space for the rest of his life.

At the same time, some lamented the horror of illusion, when facing the enemy, often life and death, there can be no negligence, if you suddenly fall into the illusion, just like today's middle-aged man, the end is only death.

Huang Fuxuan was praised, the fox's eyes suddenly bent into a crescent moon, the corners of his mouth were raised, his tail was cocked, and he looked very cunning, and Qiao Chen shook his head straightly, saying in his heart that children are children, and they don't need to be praised at all......

He walked slowly to the headless body of the middle-aged man, who was naked and lying in a pool of blood, but he had no sympathy in his heart.

The truth is not empty talk, justice is only in the sword. Chivalrous tenderness should be there, and the heart is as strong as iron.

Looking down, I saw a dark blue jade pendant hanging from the waist of the corpse, took it in my hand and looked at it carefully, and found that the front of the jade pendant was engraved with a bright red waning moon, but there was no sense of sacredness, giving people the feeling that it was just enchanting.

On the reverse side of the jade pendant, there is an engraved word "Bao", which is probably the surname of the middle-aged man, and this jade pendant is obviously his identity token.

"Lunatic?"

Qiao Chen'an frowned slightly, and suddenly felt that this name was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it clearly for a while, and in his sight, the ordinary jade pendant in his hand seemed to bloom and flow, and bursts of ripples that were difficult to see with the naked eye kept spreading around.

Qiao Chenan sighed lightly, suddenly thought of something, and his mind penetrated into the jade pendant, and suddenly hit a layer of artificially set spiritual power barrier, and his heart couldn't help but move.

The spiritual power roared out, turning into the shape of a sharp cone, and it didn't take much effort to pierce through the barrier, and it suddenly became clear that it was actually a small storage space.

There are not many things in the space, at a glance, there are only a few thin pamphlets, some cluttered things, etc., but at this time it is too late to take a closer look.

There was a lot of fighting tonight, and although the location was relatively remote, it still attracted the attention of many residents in the city, and there were already sparse voices coming from the city.

Qiao Chen'an put away the jade pendant, dropped a fire talisman, and activated his spiritual power to dispose of the corpses of the middle-aged Taoist and Lin Fei, and then flew into the wall, and his figure disappeared in the darkness.

Soon after he left, a tall figure suddenly stepped out of the shadows, looking in the direction of his retreat, with a meaningful smile on his face.