Ling Fei struggled to his feet, opening his mouth and spurting out a mouthful of blood. The clothes on his chest were torn, revealing a silver soft armor inside, which was obviously a talisman that was not weak.

If it weren't for this soft armor, he would definitely die at this moment.

It's a long story, but it's actually a two-breath time.

At this moment, the white-haired old man had not yet reacted from the shock of Wang Xuan's punch, and his raised hand had already pinched the trick, but it was frozen in mid-air, and his eyes showed shock.

Ling Fei shouted fiercely: "You dare to hurt me, Third Uncle, kill him! No, cripple him, I will kill him with my own hands!"

The white-haired old man nodded, and the raised hand fell suddenly, and suddenly a huge beast claw covered with cyan scales conjured up and fell towards Wang Xuan!

Wang Xuan had the intention to try the power of the real Yuan Infant Early Stage Monk's spell, and he didn't dodge or dodge at the moment, and threw a punch again, exerting all his strength to eliminate the demon, and collided with the beast claws conjured by the white-haired old man's spell.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and the ground shook for a while.

A circle of invisible ripples spread between Wang Xuan and the white-haired old man, and Wang Xuan's long hair and clothes floated up.

The beast claws conjured up by the white-haired old man shattered inch by inch, and his body shook before he stabilized his figure. Wang Xuan took more than a dozen steps backwards, and every step he took made a half-foot-deep footprint on the ground.

Wang Xuan kicked the ground with his right foot, stopped his retreat, and looked up at the white-haired old man, with a strong battle intent in his eyes.

The white-haired old man was also secretly frightened, he didn't feel any cultivation fluctuations in Wang Xuan's punch, that is to say, Wang Xuan completely took over his spell with just the power of his body, but he was only slightly behind.

"Such a strong physical force, this person is a little weird!"

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man also looked up at Wang Xuan, with a solemn look in his eyes.

Wang Xuan kicked the ground with both feet, and the dragon body technique unfolded with all his strength, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of the white-haired old man, and punched out again!

The white-haired old man waved his hand, and a black shield turned in front of him, blocking Wang Xuan's punch.

This time, Wang Xuan took nine steps back, and the white-haired old man actually took a step back, and the black shield also turned into black light and dissipated.

The reason why this is so is because Wang Xuan's punch actually superimposed thirty-eight punches!

Although his entire arm was now in pain and cracked because he couldn't bear it, Wang Xuan was very happy, because he was able to fight a real Yuanying early stage cultivator with just the strength of his physical body.

This white-haired old man is not the kind of monk who has just stepped into the early stage of the Yuan Infant like the Ten Thousand Poison Venerable, this is the old monster who has really stayed in the early stage of the Yuan Infant for many years, whether it is cultivation or spells, it is not a little stronger than the half-hung Yuan Infant of the Ten Thousand Poison Venerable.

Wang Xuan grinned, endured the severe pain, and raised his hand to point at the white-haired old man.

"Old horseman, what about the early days of the Yuan Infant?

The white-haired old man stared at Wang Xuan deadly, with a thick and solemn look in his eyes.

Now it seems that Wang Xuan's combat power far exceeds his expectations, and he is quite jealous in his heart.

Now you can resist yourself with the strength of your body alone, and if you add cultivation and other hidden means, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it today. For the first time in his heart, he was dissatisfied with Ling Fei, and secretly hated that Ling Fei should not provoke such a difficult opponent.

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man gritted his teeth, took out a turtle-shaped statue, pinched his fingers, and the statue became larger in the wind, turning into a turtle-shaped demon beast the size of ten zhang, slowly condensing.

The monster beast looked like *** with three horns on it, and the turtle shell was covered with sharp thorns. As soon as he appeared, he let out a roar at Wang Xuan, and an incomparably arrogant fierce aura spread......

Wang Xuan's eyes shrank, and his eyes showed a solemn look.

Sure enough, every old monster in the Yuan Infant Stage should not be underestimated, the strength of this demon beast far exceeds that of the early Yuan Infant stage, and it is stronger than any demon beast that Wang Xuan has seen before, it must be the extremely powerful means of this white-haired old man.

Wang Xuan didn't dare to be careless at all, and felt his spiritual power, and most of the spiritual power he had just consumed had recovered.

At that moment, the Heaven Breaking Sword was held in his hand, raised high, and the earth-shattering sword was unleashed again. As the Broken Sky Sword slashed down, a huge golden sword light went straight towards the turtle-shaped demon beast.

The demon beast didn't seem to be weak, knowing the power of Wang Xuan's sword, its huge eyes suddenly burst out with fine light, and it opened its mouth to spit out a black light.

The black light collided with the golden sword, and it didn't make any sound, but unfolded a silent devouring.

At first, it was evenly matched, but after a few breaths, the golden sword was gradually defeated, and it was constantly devoured by the black light.

Wang Xuan flashed and appeared above the turtle-shaped demon beast's turtle shell. Just as he was about to fall, suddenly the sharp thorns on the turtle shell suddenly became longer violently, and they all attacked Wang Xuan.

A strong life-and-death crisis enveloped Wang Xuan, Wang Xuan's complexion changed, and the dragon body technique was fully deployed, narrowly avoiding all the sharp thorns, and returning to the place where he had stood.

At this time, the golden sword light had been swallowed up by the black light and dissipated into nothingness.

Wang Xuan's chest continued to rise and fall, staring at the turtle-shaped demon beast.

At this moment, Ling Fei, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, shouted: "Third uncle, he can't do it, hurry up! Abolish his cultivation, I want to play with him!"

Wang Xuan turned his head and glanced at Ling Fei coldly, his eyes full of cold killing intent.

Ling Fei shuddered, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Wang Xuan silently called for preserved eggs in his heart, and the voice of preserved eggs came lazily.

"Xiao Xuanxuan, what are you looking for Lord Ben? Do you want me to help......?

Wang Xuan was just about to speak, but Pi Dan suddenly said in surprise: "Huh, there is actually a Xuanwu remnant soul here? That's right! Forget it, I don't want your spirit stone, this favor, Lord Ben helped!"

As soon as the preserved egg finished speaking, his body transformed from the jade pendant.

As soon as he appeared, Pidan's eyes widened, and he smiled cheaply and said, "Little turtle, come, Lord Ben will play with you......"

The white-haired old man couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the preserved eggs.

"What is this?"

"You're the thing, your whole family is the thing!"

The preserved egg seemed to have been stepped on by its tail, although it didn't, and its eyes widened and it opened its mouth sharply.

"Old thing, I'll clean you up when I've cleaned up this little turtle!"

The demon beast called Xuanwu by the preserved egg saw the preserved egg, but its eyes widened instantly. With a deep fear in his eyes, he lowered his hair and let out a low roar.

After the preserved egg finished speaking, his breath suddenly grew wildly, and a huge egg-shaped phantom appeared behind him. Then the preserved egg screamed, and the huge egg-shaped phantom went straight to Xuanwu.

Although the demon beast called Xuanwu showed a deep fear in its eyes, it did not dare to move, allowing the huge egg-shaped phantom to envelop it, and let out a roar of fear mixed with a little unwillingness.

Wang Xuan looked at the white-haired old man and smiled slightly: "Come on, let's continue!"