In the faint red light of the mist, the one-armed Venerable's face became more and more oily, and the sweat drops on his forehead rolled down, soaking his clothes, and he didn't care to wipe them, and inadvertently, he felt that the wind suddenly weakened, and it seemed to have been exhausted. The mist had unconsciously dispersed, as if the whole world had turned into a sea of fire.

At this time, I felt that the Five Poison Divine Fire cast by Qin Xiaotian spread around, the trees made a crackling sound, and the Five Poison Divine Fire burned the grass and branches on the side of the road. The One-Armed Venerable couldn't take care of this, he still confronted Qin Xiaotian tightly, because, with a sharp master like Qin Xiaotian, he really couldn't be distracted, otherwise, he would be swallowed by the Five Poisons Divine Fire immediately!

He saw that the wind was already weak, and the black qi was spreading around, and his heart had begun to despair, and he knew very well that it would not be long before he would soon be unable to hold on. Once he can't hold on, death will come! His revenge with a broken arm, and the will of the palace master has not been completed, what should I do?

If you can't fulfill these long-cherished wishes, you will have to die in the fire to apologize.

The One-Armed Venerable didn't seem to be in the slightest disorder, but in fact, he was very frightened and uneasy in his heart, but if he reaped the power violently, he would either die or be injured! Ordinary immortal cultivators, they all knew how powerful it was, so he didn't dare to withdraw it easily.

Qin Xiaotian had clearly seen the sweat droplets on his face rolling down, which was enough to show that the one-armed Venerable had consumed a lot of strength, and the one-armed venerable who had been injured by Qin Xiaotian had broken an evil technique just now, even if he recovered quickly, would consume a lot of strength.

Playing with a peak immortal cultivator like Qin Xiaotian, if you don't have any skills, you will really have no way to take him.

However, from the bottom of his heart, Qin Xiaotian also admired the one-armed Venerable a little, because it was very rare to be able to resist Qin Xiaotian's one-and-a-half-move immortal cultivation disciples. But this guy seems to be able to hold on for some time, which shows that the one-armed Venerable's internal cultivation has reached a certain level.

No matter how much you admire, he is his own enemy, and this old man with a broken arm hates the disciples of the Bathing Outer Sect to the core, with this opportunity, he must not be allowed to survive in the Three Realms, he is a mortal threat to the disciples of the Outer Sect, and he is also inseparable from the disciples of the Bathing Sect!

So, Qin Xiaotian stared at each other coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Old devil, now that there are only the two of us on this lonely mountain, no one will come to save you!"

Didn't you always want to fight me in a bloody battle? Having said this, Qin Xiaotian secretly added another gravity Dao, and invisibly, the power of the Five Poison Divine Fire increased by another weight at the same time, which would add another layer of threat and danger to the One-Armed Venerable.

That is, he is one step closer to death.

Immediately, the One-Armed Venerable had already felt that his right arm was so sore that he couldn't lift it anymore, he clenched his teeth, his legs couldn't help but tremble, his breathing was short, and the cold sweat of the bean was rolling down his chest, and he was getting a little colder.

He still didn't dare to speak, but he muttered silently in his heart, one minute, ten minutes, I really don't know how long he can last? However, he is also secretly stimulating the strength in his body, which has reached the maximum limit, and he can no longer exert it!

After a few more minutes, the One-Armed Venerable felt his whole body collapse for a while, as his sweat flowed so much that it had almost emptied the only remaining cultivation in his body.

As soon as he was straight, he seemed to see a hideous sneer on Qin Xiaotian's face, which became more and more terrifying! In fact, this was just an illusion on his part, because the One-Armed Venerable had already begun to be in a trance at this time, and his vision was blurred, which was an omen of imminent defeat.

"Smack!"

A stream of flames flew towards the One-Armed Venerable again, and it was even greater than before, indeed even greater than before, because Qin Xiaotian's internal cultivation had increased again!

The One-Armed Venerable almost exerted all his strength, raised the sword in his hand, and consciously used the sword to resist the five poisonous divine fires rushing over. This is clearly an egg hitting a stone, how can it be useful?

But he didn't care about the other, another stream of five poisonous divine fire shot directly into his chest, he didn't have time to dodge, ouch, the air wave that flew over by the five poisonous divine fire directly lifted a distance of a few meters, and the person turned on his back and fell to the ground. The sword in his hand clanged and fell right on a stone.

He hissed, "My Wind Blade Excalibur!"

The cry was endlessly miserable, and his right arm no longer had any strength, and he moaned loudly, and then his mouth tilted and his face fell to the side.

Qin Xiaotian rushed over with his sword, jumped in front of the one-armed venerable, looked at him coldly with his sword, and said, "Old devil, your time of death has arrived. "I was about to swing my sword and cut off his head, only to find that he had no breath!

He half-crouched down and muttered, "It's dead, it's dead." ”

But Qin Xiaotian couldn't rest assured, a disciple of an immortal cultivator like the One-Armed Venerable, only by brutally cutting off his head could he be resurrected.

At this moment, Qin Xiaotian's hands hesitated a little, and he muttered for a moment, so he closed his eyes tightly, shouted, raised his hand and fell, and with a grunt, the head of the one-armed venerable rolled a certain distance, and blood spurted out, looking at the bloody head, and said to himself: "Don't blame me for being ruthless, who made you and I an enemy who is not in the same sky!"

If I spare your life, it will be cruel to the disciples of my outer sect, and I will be infamous for the rest of my life, and I will not be able to raise my head.

Then, he consciously wiped the flaming sword in his hand, raised his head, and the sky began to brighten again, and all the black qi had disappeared, returning to the previous light. This is the highest peak on the Immortal Cliff Peak, there used to be many Immortal Venerables of the Outer Sect who cultivated here, but now they were completely occupied by the disciples of the Shouxian Palace led by the One-Armed Venerable, and they fled without a trace.

Standing on the middle of the mountain, looking down, the mountains below the mountain are the size of a bean, rising and falling, surrounding the fairy cliff peak. Here, Qin Xiaotian had never been here before, and when he looked up, he couldn't see the top at a glance, and thought to himself: "On this mountain, there must be other immortal cultivation disciples!"

He slung the flaming sword on his shoulders and swaggered upward, shouting, "Is there anyone?"

Qin Xiaotian's attitude is like climbing a mountain for pastime, even if there are people, people will not pay attention to him. After walking up, under a cliff, a cave faintly appeared.

"Sure enough, there is a cave, go over and take a look. Qin Xiaotian muttered alone.

He came to the door of the cave, and saw that the door of the cave was closed, and the front of the door was very clean, there must be someone in the cave! Qin Xiaotian looked around, the surroundings were very quiet, the flowers in the mountains bloomed alone, emitting a faint fragrance, but he didn't know what the flowers were, and he sniffed them, and the fragrance of the flowers passed by.

At this moment, the voice of someone talking was heard in the distance.

Qin Xiaotian jumped in shape, hid behind a big rock, eavesdropped quietly, and suddenly heard a voice, saying, "Master, let's go quickly, Senior Brother is still fighting with the disciples of the outer sect at the foot of the mountain." ”

"Sure enough, there are still disciples of the Shouxian Palace, don't they know that something happened to the One-Armed Venerable. "Of course they don't know, otherwise, how could they hide here and not go down the mountain? These Shouxian Palace disciples are really too hateful, and they have all occupied this Immortal Cliff Peak.