"Old ghost, you are thoughtful, since this is the case, I will not play these imaginary things. ”

I saw that the gray beard of the Wind Saint Demon Lord was fluttering, and the half-black and half-white Dao robe on his body was also moving with the wind, and with a big hand, the demonic qi that filled the entire smoke was sucked back, as quickly as the tide receded.

After these demonic qi were inhaled into his cuffs again, he raised his hand, and a black magic sword condensed by pure demonic qi came out of his cuffs again, and without hesitation, he shot towards the Yunyou Yuanjun in front of him.

"Demonic Qi Condensation", in fact, this method can be skillfully applied by monks at the time of the Dan, although it is a very common method, but it is used by the Wind Saint, and it still has infinite power.

This black sword seemed to have broken through the spatial barrier, and it instantly arrived in front of Yunyou Yuanjun.

I saw that at this moment, Yunyou's pale hair was also moving with the wind, and time seemed to stand still at this moment, taking a slight step, and playing a Tai Chi momentum with both hands, and suddenly a Tai Chi round shield composed of spiritual power appeared in front of him.

There was a sound of "bang", and the black sword condensed by demonic qi pierced the Taiji Light Shield, and both of them burst open.

Yunyou Yuanjun's Taiji Light Shield became torn apart, and finally all of them shattered like sand, turning into the purest spiritual power and dissipating in the air.

And the black sword that had demonic qi gathered also became a black demonic qi again, and it also disappeared with the wind.

At this time, the Wind Saint waved his hand again, and a sharp sword that emitted cold light slid out of the cuff again, this time it was not a magic sword made of black qi condensation, but a truly fine treasure weapon.

I saw him leap forward, and three afterimages appeared in the air that had no time to dissipate, and in an instant, the real body had already arrived in front of Yunyou's body, and the sword in his hand exuding a cold glow slashed towards the top of his head.

Compared to the broad sword used by the Wind Saint, Yunyou Yuanjun raised his hand and waved a crystal clear thin sword, like a thin sword made of cold ice, transparent throughout, exuding boundless cold.

At this moment, a cold air came out of this transparent thin sword, and a snow-white frost spread along the broad sword, and it was about to freeze the hands of the Wind Saint.

"Ming Han Sword", Feng Sheng was startled and shouted in surprise. But then his face changed again, and he smiled sinisterly and slyly.

I saw that the hilt of the sword he was holding turned around, and then he actually pulled out a sharp sword from the inside of the broad sword again, this sword style was exactly the same as the broad sword, only a lot smaller, but the sharp still quickly and unexpectedly stabbed towards the wind saint.

After Yunyan outside the field saw it, he couldn't help but call out: "Zimu Sword." ”

At the same time, the worry on his face was even stronger, this strange blow, I don't know how Yun You could resist it, in addition to Yun Yan's exclamation, the other disciples of the Little Pole Sect also raised their hearts to their throats, and they were extremely worried about their Supreme Elder.

And the other side's wind was strong, just like his ancestor Feng Sheng, revealing a sinister evil smile.

But just when they all thought that Yunyou Yuanjun would be difficult to dodge this sword, the thin sword drawn by the Wind Saint was stabbed on a white shadow, and the afterimage shattered, and Yunyou Yuanjun had already flashed to the side and dodged this insidious blow.

Obviously, Yunyou Yuanjun had long expected that the Wind Saint had a back move, so he set off in advance, but the speed was relatively fast, and the afterimage that remained in place had not yet dissipated, and the sword had already stabbed over.

Lin Feng, who was standing in the air, saw that it was also very exciting, the battle between these two veteran Yuanying monks benefited him a lot, and sure enough, the longer he lived, the more old and spicy he was, and it could be seen from the battle between the two that not only the competition of strength, but also full of calculations, sometimes, it was often not the strong side that could win, and the brain was also a kind of strength. The two of them saw each other's moves, which made Lin Feng secretly admire again and again.

After pulling a little distance, Yun You stopped and said, "I have long heard that Feng Daoyou has a sword of son and mother, and I can see it today, and it really deserves its reputation. ”

Originally, according to Yunyou's character, there was not so much nonsense, but there was no way, he was already seriously injured before he came to power, and now after a fight, the breath in his body has long been unstable and has become extremely chaotic, if he doesn't stop to breathe, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on.

At this time, Lin Feng could really see it in the air without his divine sense, not to mention the Wind Saint Demon Monarch in the field, I saw that after he felt the appearance of Yunyou Yuanjun, he laughed, and then thought in his heart: "Finally, I can't hold it anymore, I know that such a serious injury is not good if it is said to be good." ”

But on his lips, he shouted: "Your Ming Han Sword is not bad." ”

I saw that before the sound of the word "bad" fell, a huge black giant palm slapped down from the sky, enveloping Yunyou Yuanjun in the center, and if you want to escape, you can't escape the range covered by the palm, because it is falling too fast.

Yunyou Yuanjun obviously also knows his own situation, and at the same time knows that his reality has been seen through by the other party, since he can't hide, he can only resist hard, there is no way, Xiaojizong only has this such a Yuanying backer, if he escapes, Xiaojizong will be finished.

With a sigh, he raised one of his palms and slapped it towards the huge palms that he had slapped down, only to see that Yunyou's spiritual power was all poured into his palms, and a pair of fleshy palms became crystal like jade, as if they were carved from jade.

With a muffled sound of "bang", the huge martial arts arena set off a gust of wind, blowing the dust on the ground and splashing it everywhere, and at the same time, the defensive formations on the edge of the field also made bursts of "buzzing" sounds, as if they were about to collapse.

As the huge palms dispersed, Yunyou Yuanjun also withdrew his palms, and in a moment, the dust slowly fell again, and the martial arts arena seemed to be calm again, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that at this moment, with a "poof", a stream of blood sword shot out from Yunyou Yuanjun's mouth, dyeing the ground red, and then covering his chest with one hand, coughing bitterly, and his face changed from ruddy back to the original sallow color.

"Grandpa. A cry like a cuckoo's blood came from the mouth of the cloud.

"Haha, old ghost Yun, you finally can't hold it anymore. ”

"How about it, marry your granddaughter to my Li'er, otherwise I will wash your little extreme sect with blood, and even you and I will not let go. At this time, the Wind Saint Demon Lord laughed arrogantly.

Yun You's old face no longer has any blood, and his body is no longer as tall as before, becoming rickety, plus the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and constantly coughing, just like an old man who is about to die.

But after listening to Feng Sheng's words, he still said sharply: "Don't you think, as long as I still have a breath, I won't let you beat my granddaughter and the idea of Xiaoji Sect." ”