Qingling Sect, above Tianji Peak. 『』

The spiritual power was frenzied, causing the creatures within a radius of hundreds of miles to tremble!

With the addition of the middle-aged man, the pressure on the white-haired old man was greatly reduced, and the monks outside the island immediately gained the upper hand, while the Qingling Sect fell into crisis again. Tianjun Ancestor was in a hurry, and he could no longer deal with the white-haired old man with Miao Ling, and the middle-aged man who had just joined the battle also brought great pressure, so he had to take care of him.

"Hehe, it's still one-on-one!" the middle-aged man sneered, blocking Tianjun Ancestor.

Tianjun Ancestor was helpless, and could only secretly hope that Miao Ling would seek more blessings. However, in the face of this middle-aged man, he did not face the pressure of the white-haired old man, and scolded: "What means do you have, just use it!"

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears, and you won't surrender!" The middle-aged man had already punched him before he could finish speaking. At first, it was not very powerful, but when it reached ten zhang inside, the aura increased dramatically, like a thousand zhang giant peak pressed down!

Tianjun Old Ancestor was shocked, he knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was not as good as the white-haired old man, and in comparison, he should be more relaxed than Miao Ling. But I didn't expect that the other party would not make a move, but once he made a move, he had the potential to run thunder!

He immediately shot to meet it, and the middle-aged man's fists collided, and the spiritual power struck each other, like two mountains colliding together, making a loud noise!

Tianjun Ancestor was even more shocked, the other party's cultivation was not weaker than his own in the slightest, and he first suffered a big loss when he faced off against the white-haired Ancestor, and his spiritual power was greatly damaged, and now his momentum was not as good as the beginning, and he was even less than the middle-aged man.

"This kind of strength may be respected in your projectile land, but outside the island, it is nothing, ordinary is extreme!" The middle-aged man saw that Tianjun Ancestor had cultivated, he had been gathering momentum for a long time, and he had gained the upper hand in both spiritual power and momentum, and he didn't care about Tianjun Ancestor at all!

"Don't be too complacent!" Tianjun Old Ancestor was furious, and struck again, hundreds of years of cultivation turned into a spiritual power and rushed towards the opponent, never leaving his hand again, vowing to take advantage!

This blow was even more powerful than when he fought with the white-haired old man before, and the spiritual power swept through the hundreds of feet, and the power was endless!

The middle-aged man sensed the strength of Tianjun Ancestor's blow, and he didn't dare to hold it up, so he put away his contempt and shouted with both fists.

"The strength of the second senior brother's one-arm fist can almost be on par with us, and the two fists come out together, even the senior brother has to pay attention to it!" The monks outside the island in the distance were all excited when they saw that the middle-aged man had already used the power of his fists as soon as he fought each other.

"Hmph! That old man is killing himself, and the second senior brother's fists alone have reached 6,000 jin of physical strength! With infinite spiritual power, this blow is enough to open the mountain and crack the ground!"

Sure enough, when Tianjun Ancestor's strength met the middle-aged man's fist power, it immediately collapsed! After the two dissolved, the middle-aged man's strength was still unfinished, and all of them rushed towards the opponent.

Bang!

Tianjun Ancestor was careless, he couldn't avoid it in time, and was swept by half of his body by Yu Li, and immediately blood gushed like a spring!

On the other side, Miao Ling and the white-haired old man are also about to distinguish the winner and loser.

Miao Ling is holding a purple long silk in her hand, which is her magic weapon, Ziyun Aya, and a thick purple mist shrouded in her body at the moment is a display of her strongest strength!

Purple Cloud Aya is unpredictable, her attack power is extremely strong, and the purple mist around her body is tumbling, but it is already rapidly fading!

"Scatter!" The white-haired old man stepped in front of Miao Ling, shouted, and danced his arms, causing violent fluctuations, impacting the purple qi around him to the slightest!

As soon as the purple mist dissipated, Miao Ling's condition was revealed. Everyone was terrified when they saw her! Seeing that her body was covered in blood, she was no longer as calm and beautiful as she used to be.

"You can fight against me for so long and only suffer a small injury, you are worthy of being my opponent!" the white-haired old man stood with his hands in his hands, and Miao Ling was defeated, so there was no need to worry.

"Sect Master!"

Elder Zhang shouted uneasily, for fear that Miao Ling's life was in danger.

Miao Ling was injured, not the opponent of the white-haired old man, but not so dead. She shook her head at Elder Zhang, signaling him not to act rashly.

At this moment, Wan Shu, who had not made the slightest movement, suddenly said coldly, and ordered the white-haired old man and the middle-aged man: "What are you waiting for, take their lives!"