Lang Ping had a trace of cultivation, holding a magic weapon Lingyin fan in his hand, and now he was the core of several of their elders now, and one sentence raised a lot of morale.

"Yes! As long as we work together, we can definitely kill him!

Several elders and Lang Ping regrouped and surrounded them with their own magic weapons.

Li Bai didn't have any magic weapons, only the Netherfire in this body, and he couldn't withstand a long battle, so he could only fight quickly.

He stared at Na Lang Ping and several elders with cold eyes, and a smile suddenly bloomed on his lips, and he flashed in front of the elders in a blink of an eye.

"Smack!"

The killing intent has been decided, and the fierce aura is cold and quickly spreads around several elders with Li Bai's strange technique, the two elders are no match for Li Bai's speed, and before they can cast a spell, they are locked by Li Bai's throat with both hands, and he breaks his neck and falls to the ground and turns into ashes.

And at this moment, Lang Fan, who was hiding behind several elders, got a little gap, unfolded the Lingyin fan and began to fan Li Bai violently.

The wind from the fan was very violent, as if it had the potential to sweep the sky and the earth, blowing away everything in the tent, and there were countless sharp wind blades mixed with it, which sprung up and stabbed at Li Bai like mushrooms after the rain.

However, because of the Netherfire on Li Bai's body, he encountered Lang Fan's wind blades and absorbed them one by one, without harming Li Bai.

But when these wind blades were absorbed by the Netherfire Flame, Li Bai's chest was stuffy, and the warm current in his mouth surged up, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

Li Bai used the power of the Nether Fire, and the Nether Fire had the phenomenon of backlashing at his soul, and now it began to backlash again, and Li Bai had no choice but to stop using the power of the Nether Fire.

As a result, the Netherfire was pressed by Li Bai in the depths of the dantian, ready to fight with his bare hands.

"What kind of monster are you?

On this side, Lang Fan was surprised to see that Li Bai was not injured. Although he didn't hurt Li Bai, he also saw the strangeness of the Netherfire on Li Bai's body, and guessed that Li Bai's lack of injury was due to the weirdness of the Netherfire.

He turned his gaze, glanced at the two elders beside him, nodded tacitly, and worked together to use all his strength to activate the magic weapon.

An elder urged the spirit bead to launch the fireball technique, and the blazing fireball accompanied by Lang Fan's Lingyun wind suddenly attacked Li Bai, burning more and more, burning bigger and bigger.

The scorching heat wave steamed the breath in the air, cracked the ground in front of Li Bai, and flew towards Li Bai in seconds.

When Lang Fan and the elders saw that Li Bai was under the flying fireball, a smug smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

And seeing that the fireball was in front of him, Li Bai, the corners of his mouth hooked up slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his face, and in an instant, he jumped to the side with his strange skills to avoid the fireball, and then sprinted towards the elder who performed the fireball technique, and when the elder and Lang Fan had not yet come back to their senses, he aimed at the elder's feet and kicked him, and the elder fell to the ground and he had already broken his neck with his arm.

"Get out of the way!"

The other elder shouted in horror and pounced on him to pull away the dying companion, but where did Li Bai's skills still make room for him to save him? As soon as he stretched out his hand, Li Bai turned around and kicked out, which almost cost his own life.

Fortunately, the elder instinctively retreated, avoiding Li Bai's fatal kick, but he was still kicked in the chest by Li Bai, staggered back a few steps, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person's chest began to ache hotly.

When he came back to his senses, his face turned red, I don't know if he was angry with Li Bai, or he was ashamed of the kick just now, his hands were full of spiritual power, and the two cymbals in his hands "clanged", and a wave of sound surged out, accompanied by the Lingyun wind that Lang Fan fanned out again next to him spread into the distance, pouring into Li Bai's ears, but Li Bai's body suddenly seemed to be frozen, and the speed slowed down.

Oh no! This thing can slow down!

Li Bai secretly knew in his heart that something was wrong, but it was already too late at this time. I saw that Lang Fan did his best to wave the Lingyin fan, "swish" a few times, and the Lingyun Wind that came out of the fan carried thousands of wind blades and went towards Li Bai's front without any cover.

This Li Bai's speed slowed down at this time, and he didn't have the protection of the Netherfire Fire, and it was already extremely difficult to dodge Lang Fan's wind blade at this moment.

was hesitating how to solve it, the wind blades had all fallen on Li Bai's body, Li Bai's whole person was hit by the wind blade, and deep and slender wounds were cut all over his body, dripping with blood, and began to gradually stain the linen shirt.

"Poof!"

Li Bai spat out blood again, his face was pale, his hair was scattered on his head, and he looked very embarrassed, and as soon as his face changed, Lang Fan and the elder immediately saw the clue, their eyes flashed, and they cooperated again to attack Li Bai.

Li Bai's body couldn't move, endured the stinging pain all over his body, and gritted his teeth.

What should I do? This thing has the ability to slow down! If this continues, am I going to die here?

The unwillingness and anger in his heart aroused Li Bai's fierce fighting intent, Li Bai suddenly surged in the messy wind blade, and his hands gathered a powerful spiritual power to strike out fiercely, only to hear the "bang", the elder with the cymbal in his hand was instantly knocked away by Li Bai, fell heavily on the ground more than ten meters away, and began to spit blood in his mouth.

At that time, the elder, who was already dying and had little cultivation, was suddenly stuffed with an unknown pill by Lang Fan, who jumped more than ten meters away, and after a while, the elder's aura suddenly stabilized, his injuries were reduced, and his strength even increased a little.

Could this be the Pure Cleansing Pill?

The so-called Pure Qing Pill is a kind of elixir that is of great benefit to immortal cultivators by washing the marrow. When there is no injury, it can help the user strengthen the muscles and bones and greatly increase the strength, and when there is an injury, it can help the user recover from the injury and reduce the strength.

It's just that Li Bai glanced at it from a distance, and he couldn't tell what grade this Pure Qing Pill that Lang Fan took for the elders.

Out of his trance, the elder had seen a great improvement, and flew over with Lang Fan again.

The two stopped in mid-air, condescending, and Lang Fan angrily reprimanded: "You kid, what kind of immortal apprentice is it, why do you want to hide your cultivation?"

"Cultivation?"

Li Bai smiled "hehe".

"I don't have any cultivation!

Rosewood Xianjun had not taught Li Bai any exercises, so how could Li Bai have cultivation? However, speaking of cultivation, Li Bai was also a little puzzled, what was the power that he had condensed in his hand for a short time when he had just broken through the sound wave and the wind blade.

"No cultivation?Then why did you suddenly condense your spiritual power just now?Hurry up and summon it truthfully, and I'll let you die a happy death!"

"Spiritual power, it turns out that what I just condensed is spiritual power!"

Li Bai was wondering about this question, and Lang Fan had already solved his doubts. However, as for why he condensed his spiritual power, Li Bai still couldn't figure it out.