The white-haired old man looked indifferent, looking at the immature young man opposite him as if he was looking at a dead man, the young man in front of him just now had completely exceeded the bottom line of his endurance, it was time to send him on the road, Hitomi must be in a hurry now.

Thinking of Hitomi, who has been by his side since he was a child, his heart can't help but ache, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, this kind of thing is difficult to accept even if he has been away from the world for a long time.

"Boy, I can actually see through the function of the flying sword in my hand in advance, so I have a little bit of knowledge! But today you killed someone who shouldn't be killed, this is for you to see, the spirit weapon, not just by looking at the grade to judge the power. My flying sword, even if it is only a top-grade spiritual weapon, and it is restrained by your spiritual weapon, it is not something you can compete with. ”

The white-haired old man laughed, his words mixed with indescribable arrogance and confidence. For a tenth-level cultivator like Fu Jun, Yu Ba didn't have to take it seriously at all.

This peerless murder weapon is still comfortable against the primary realm of the foundation building period, and it is already useless to use it against the young man in the qi refining period in front of him.

Even if this young man sacrificed four top-grade spiritual weapons at once, and his wealth and strength were already among the best in the realm of the Qi Refining Period, at this time, he wanted to make this young man understand that these external help could never make up for the difference in the realm.

In front of a strong man like him, the boy is just a clown who jumps off the beam, and he wants to let the boy die with despair and fear, only in this way can he solve the hatred in his heart.

I saw the white-haired old man step on the ground again with one foot, stretched out his hand and pointed at the ancient flying sword that was bound, and shouted: "Scatter!"

"Condensation" was another cold drink, and in a flash, it actually condensed again. In one breath, the ancient flying sword suddenly grew larger, expanding into a giant sword about a zhang long.

A shout of "slash" came, and the huge flying sword that was transformed into a huge flying sword, carrying a gust of bloody wind, slashed towards the jade jade ring floating in mid-air.

Seeing this scene, Fu Jun was shocked, the ancient flying sword changed too quickly, and before he could react, the giant sword had already slashed on the jade jade Huai, and suddenly a clear sound came, and the jade jade ring broke and shattered, fell to the ground, and was torn apart.

The huge flying sword slash style remained unchanged, with a dazzling gray green glow, slashing towards Fu Jun like a bloody rain, with a posture of wanting to cut Fu Jun in half......

Looking at the giant sword rushing into the sky, driving the pungent and smelly gray light, Fu Jun gritted his teeth fiercely, his eyes were firm. He knew in his heart the difference in strength between himself and the white-haired old man, but at this moment, he had no second choice, so he had no choice but to leave no room for it, go all out, and fight against the water.

The battle situation has come to this point, and the only turning point he is waiting for is the timely arrival of the ancestor of the Cangshan faction, although he has the "promise" jade pendant given by the girl in white in his hand, but it must be used at this time, even if the girl in white is a master of the Jindan period, the country of Yue is far away from the country of Lu, and it will be difficult to reach it for a while and a half, so Fu Jun simply didn't think about it.

If this turning point does not appear in time, then the only result waiting for him is to die, and he may really have to go to Yu Zitong's funeral.

The giant sword flew in, the gray green mangs were like a fierce god, with a pungent fishy smell, Rao is Fu Jun, who had already prepared, Lingtai was also in a trance, and the mana in his body suddenly stagnated.

Although the quality of this giant sword is a top-grade spiritual weapon, it is a grade worse than the treasure weapon used in the foundation building period, but it is riddled with filth, insidious and vicious, and there is no spiritual weapon to restrain it, and it is also helpless.

Now that the jade jade ring has been destroyed, and the blue knife has been taken away by the white-haired old man, Fu Jun gradually feels that the shape is getting worse and worse, and the loss of the two superb spiritual weapons is undoubtedly worse, and it has increased the burden on Fu Jun's body even more.

Looking at the contemptuous look on the white-haired old man opposite, Fu Jun roared angrily, and an unyielding pride suddenly appeared in his body, just fight, even if it is a strong person in the foundation building period, what can it do!

With a slam of both hands, a slap of the earth, and suddenly thousands of branches erupted, followed by a wave of the arm, "poof, ......" several sounds of breaking the air came, and a huge wall of fire appeared out of thin air.

With a bang, the wall of fire quickly wrapped around the oncoming huge flying sword, accompanied by thousands of branches being chopped into sawdust, and suddenly the fire burned even more fiercely, the wood made fire, and the fire overcame yin.

In a single breath, Fu Jun actually used the "Great Winding Technique" and the "Fire Wall Technique" almost simultaneously to fuse with each other, creating a larger flame and scorching the obscure things on the giant sword.

However, these are still not enough, Fu Jun did not stop the movements in his hand, stretched out his hand to a little Xiaoyao fan in mid-air, "battle" shouted loudly, the Xiaoyao fan tilted and waved, the black word "war", fluttering down, simple and elegant, black light flashed, scattered into bits and pieces of black ink, a burst of rotation, actually transformed into a black wind blade, whistling a huge wind and passing away quickly.

Under the impact of the wind, the huge wall of fire rises in the wind, and the fire is more intense, accompanied by the sound of "stabbing lala", the air is filled with the fishy smell of fire, and bursts of green smoke rise, gradually dissipating in the mountain wind.

At this time, Fu Jun's face was pale, and he secretly sneered in his heart. Although he didn't have the spiritual weapon to restrain the poisonous filth, he also knew the domineering of the poisonous filth in his heart. However, he was more aware of the weakness of highly toxic filth.

Although the highly poisonous filth is domineering, if it is burned with a high-temperature flame, isolated and not contaminated by spiritual weapons, it will not be a big problem.

When Fu Jun first made a move, he had this arrangement, using the way of wood to make fire, to create a bigger flame, and then using the principle of wind and fire to make the flame more violent.

In this way, the blue-gray poisonous filth emitted from the giant sword was quickly restrained by the triple enlarged wall of flames.

The strange flying sword of the white-haired old man actually made Fu Jun's triple chain with a spell, blocking it to the death, unable to get any closer, and froze in mid-air for a while......

The ordinary young man watched the battle in front of him with a calm expression, waiting to see the triple spell of the immature young man in one go, and the subtlety of the cooperation

Peerless, when he actually blocked the huge flying sword with terrifying momentum, his face showed a look of horror, and he couldn't believe it......

"Huh, imitation treasure?" The white-haired old man sighed lightly, his voice was inaudible, looking at the dazzling wall of fire in front of him, he didn't make another move for a while, and he looked like he was thinking deeply......

Seeing this, Fu Jun was overjoyed, stretched out his hand to the Xiaoyao fan in the air again, "Zhen" shouted, the big black character "Zhen" on the Xiaoyao fan spun down, dripping and turning, rising to the giant sword, the black light was atmospheric, transformed into a black mountain, and fell down with the momentum of thunder, which was about to crush the huge flying sword......

As soon as the white-haired old man heard Fu Jun's loud shout, he suddenly woke up from his thoughts, and saw that the ink-colored mountain wanted to suppress the giant sword and use the magic weapon to help, but it was too late, and he was suddenly furious, and hurriedly urged the law to be decided, and the huge flying sword trembled in mid-air, bursting out with clouds of blue-gray mist, wanting to resist external attacks and suppression.

"Boom ......"

A few loud noises came, and the huge flying sword and the ink-colored hill, as well as the oncoming black wind blade, collided solidly, making a deafening sound, the dust flew, the sparks splashed everywhere, and the heat wave came to the surface, and the originally cold night suddenly became extremely hot......

The mountain wind blew, blowing away the dust drifting everywhere, and when I looked at it, the inky hill and the black wind blade had collapsed, and the little sparks were scattered aside, and they were on the verge of extinguishing, and the strange flying sword was also lying on the ground weakly, covered with cracks, and the light was dim, and it looked like the aura had been lost.

The white-haired old man stared ahead, and saw that his strange flying sword was actually exploded into a broken sword, and his shrewd triangular pupils shrank suddenly, and his face suddenly changed drastically, and his anger was so strong that he could not restrain himself, and his face was extremely hideous.

"Okay, good! At a young age, there are a lot of calculations, and in time, it will definitely become trouble. Hmph, I can't leave you today, boy, take your life. ”

The white-haired old man's green robe was swollen, and he slapped the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly a small green sword hovered in front of him, and the sword body shook violently, letting out a shocking roaring sword groan.

This green ray, rotating the sky uncertainly, swelled into a hundred zhang of green rainbow in the blink of an eye, shooting in the direction of Fu Jun, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with his eyes, tearing the wind and tearing the ground, with a majestic treasure spiritual pressure, straight to Fu Jun a few miles away.

The angry white-haired old man finally moved his true character, sacrificed the famous treasure that had followed him for many years, and killed it in one fell swoop, and was bound to kill the young man opposite in the cradle of genius to prevent future troubles!

The majestic spiritual pressure, like a thousand catties of boulders, crushed Fu Jun's body, and the blood and qi in his body were churning, and it was difficult to control the mana in his body.

With a muffled snort, Fu Jun spurted out a mouthful of red blood, and his originally pale face looked even more decadent.

Is this the true strength of the white-haired old man?!

The power of foundation building is indeed not something that a small Qi Refining Stage cultivator can resist. Glancing at Xiao Ruyi, who was full of ashes, Fu Jun smiled miserably, father, goodbye, goodbye in the next life......