The speed of the middle-aged monk was extremely fast, like lightning, instantly piercing the void, approaching Wuwu, with a wave of his hand, it was a catharsis of silver light, and a large amount of immortal power surged out, approaching Wuwu.

Wuxian's face remained unchanged, and his feet moved slightly, and he had already changed his position, and then the long sword in his hand flicked slightly, and a large black flame surged from the sword body, accompanied by the burning flames, booming a few times, and the middle-aged monk's attack was completely neutralized.

Wu Wu is an immortal monarch, who has lived for more than 100,000 years, and has existed since ancient times, although for so many years, in order to protect Yuqing Immortal Monarch, he has been imprisoned and suffered from erosion, but his strength is still not to be underestimated.

Although the middle-aged man was powerful, he also felt pain all over his body when he fought with Wuxian, he held a breath in his chest, and quickly retreated, and the purity of Wuwu's immortal power made him feel incredible.

However, what made him happy was that although Wu Xian was an immortal monarch, he felt that the other party's combat power was similar to him, and the two sides were evenly matched in the previous confrontation.

After retreating for hundreds of zhang, the middle-aged monk stared at Wu Zhen, muttered for a moment, and continued to shoot, he waved his big hand, and suddenly a cold sword appeared in his hand, after the giant sword flew out, within a radius of thousands of zhang, it was shrouded in blue cold qi, making people feel like falling into an ice cellar.

Chu Ye and the little monk only felt a chill all over their bodies, and when they really shuddered, they directly spurted out a large mouthful of blood and retreated, their faces shocked.

Just the breath hit them hard, and they didn't even have the power to resist, so what kind of cultivation is the middle-aged monk?

Chu Ye was frightened, and the little monk was also extremely frightened, staring at the middle-aged monk, his eyes full of disbelief.

In the midst of the groaning, the two glanced at each other, and began to retreat, withdrawing from the range of the two of them, and the physical pain disappeared, but even so, the two of them spurted blood again.

"It's so strong, what kind of cultivation does this person have? Asking the Question Realm, it's not so strong, could it be that this person is the realm of Tongtian? Could it be that this person knows that the Asking Dao realm is not the existence of the Crossing Tribulation and Ascension to Immortals?"

Chu Ye frowned, looking at the middle-aged monk, the other party was too powerful, just the momentum of the magic weapon made him and the little monk hurt, you know, Chu Ye now, even if he is at the peak of the gods, he dares to fight, but in front of the middle-aged monk, he has no power to resist.

The Immortal Monarch and the middle-aged monk fought again, one was the Immortal Monarch and the other was a monk who had cultivated to the heavens, both of them used immortal power, but in comparison, they were even equal.

Chu Ye knew that the combat power of the Immortal was definitely higher than that of the middle-aged monk, but for tens of thousands of years, his cultivation had been eroded too much, resulting in the fact that now, his cultivation has not fully recovered.

Every time the middle-aged monk waved his hand, a large area of icy cold qi would appear, and the icy cold sword in his hand was an immortal weapon, and the grade was not low.

Wuxian stared at the immortal weapon for a long time, and while performing the immortal technique, he shouted: "The Ice Cold Fairy Sword, how can it be in your hands?

When the middle-aged monk heard this, his face was overjoyed, and he exerted his magical powers, and suddenly layers of immortal power condensed into dragons and tigers, accompanied by the catharsis of the moonlight, and boomed.

At the same time, the middle-aged monk laughed and said: "When the old man got this sword, he felt that this sword was extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be the fairy's sword, so when the old man made a deal with him, he still earned it, hahaha!"

Wuxian's face was gloomy, the long sword in his hand poked out, and the black light scattered, and he said in a deep voice: "The sword of the Ice Cold Fairy, how can it be in your hand? This is something from the Western Immortal Realm, how can it appear in the hands of the monk?

The middle-aged monk laughed and said, "Immortal Realm, as an Immortal Monarch, don't you know that the Immortal Realm has long ceased to exist?"

Hearing this, Wu Xian's face suddenly changed greatly, and with a roar, his body had disappeared, appearing hundreds of zhang away, and he shouted in a low voice: "Nonsense, the connection no longer exists? This is simply impossible, Nether Monk, so disrespectful, this Immortal Monarch will give you a death!"

"Hmph, if you really have the power of the Immortal Monarch, the old man, I am definitely not your opponent, and you can even kill me with one move, but now, your cultivation has not fully recovered, and in the eyes of the old man, you are nothing more than that!"

After speaking, the middle-aged monk, with one finger without death, suddenly flew out quickly with the ice cold sword in his hand, and in mid-air, an ice cold qi flickered, and suddenly thousands of fairy swords appeared in unison, approaching Wu Wu.

Those fairy swords are all afterimages, but they are like real existence, like the reflection of the sun, dazzling, in this dark void, as if a sun has risen, making the night like day.

Tens of thousands of immortal swords, instantly condensed, murderous aura, exploded, booming sound rose everywhere, explosions were endless, where the fairy sword passed, mountains and rivers were directly shattered, in that mountain and river, a large number of immortal stones flew out, and were put away by the middle-aged monk.

"Hmph, such a fancy supernatural power, it looks powerful, but it can't be called immortal art, today, this immortal monarch will let you see, the power of immortal art!"

With a low shout, Wuxian's face sank, he took a few steps back, and with a flick of the long sword in his hand, a large piece of sword light appeared, condensed on the tip of the sword, and finally condensed into a trace of silver light with the thickness of a needle tip.

"This immortal technique, is the immortal Jun self-created, called Ju Xian, back then, the power of this king's blow, destroy a star, you can see this monarch cast this technique, even if you die, you can also blind!"

After Wu Yan finished speaking, he didn't see any movement, and a trace of silver on the tip of the sword flew out silently, but the moment that silver light appeared, whether it was Chu Ye, the little monk, or the middle-aged monk, their faces changed wildly.

Chu Ye and the little monk were okay, after all, the two of them were not locked by the attack, but even so, they also felt that trace of silver appearing, and the two of them had been deprived of even the power to move.

"This ...... This is immortal art, it is actually the same as my Shiyang, the power!"

When Wolf Han heard this, he snorted disdainfully, and said: "His immortal technique is powerful, after all, the other party is an immortal monarch, and he is Bai Ze's disciple, but compared with your Shiyang, the difference is not a little bit, what kind of cultivation are you now, the Shiyang that you show, even the old man, does not dare to resist, if you have your senior brother's cultivation, you can destroy the world, it is as simple as drinking water!"

When Chu Ye heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and at this time, Wolf Han continued: "Rise, don't forget, your Origin Yang power is incomplete, not complete, if you perfect it, its horror can be imagined!"

Chu Ye was even more shocked, and his heart was also ecstatic, in this way, this Great Source Technique is really powerful, it can't be underestimated!

The immortal technique, as soon as the immortal gathers out, where the silver light passes, all the light around is attracted, even the ten thousand immortal swords of the middle-aged monks, most of them are sucked into the silver light, making the silver light become like the thickness of a wrist.

The silver light is stronger, and the momentum is even more terrifying, and everywhere you pass, you can see that the earth is rolled up, rumbling and scattering, the sand and soil are flying, and the sound of the void clicking is continuous, rolling the fragments formed by the spatial cracks, and the middle-aged monk is approaching in an instant. (To be continued.) )