The man in green clothes was Ling Huheng, he stood on the roof of a building in front of the mountain gate, looked at the fierce battle in front of him coldly, and when he heard the old voice say this, his heart moved slightly, and he said casually: "Do you still remember the old Taoist?"

The voice "hehe" laughed twice and said: "When Lao Tzu came to beat you bullshit Ancient Sword Sect, everyone saw Lao Tzu killing in all directions, and they all ran away, only he knew that he couldn't beat Lao Tzu and tried his best to stop him, Lao Tzu was good-hearted for a while, and he didn't bother with him." However, it can be seen that he has not been wasted in the past forty years, and his cultivation has improved a lot, otherwise he would not have been able to teach you this kid. ”

Ling Huheng sneered and said, "Will you let your opponent go?"

The voice seemed to be stepped on by the tail, and said angrily: "Lao Tzu is not without compassion, what's the matter if you let one or two go?"

Ling Hu Heng didn't believe it at all, and just sneered. The voice lowered, and said: "Lao Tzu didn't kill him at that time, isn't it because your bullshit boss came out? Hey, he is really working hard with Lao Tzu, and he is almost the same as cultivating for everyone, and of course Lao Tzu can't beat him if he is desperate." ”

Ling Huheng also guessed: "So you were beaten into the Trapped Demon Abyss?"

The voice was silent for a while, and said: "But Lao Tzu still admires that bull's nose, he is still so hot at an age, isn't it just a secret, hand it over and leave immediately, you have to fight to the death, why bother......"

Ling Hu Heng ignored him, he could think of it with his toes that he must be disrespectful, and then kill the Quartet. So much so that the Ancient Sword Sect rose up angrily, and the whole faction resisted, and finally the jade was burned.

Then. The battle in the field became more intense, and Wu Zhen's side was a little better, after all, the natal magic weapon of Xuan Zhen had been destroyed, and his combat effectiveness had dropped by more than one notch. But the old Taoist priest was a little struggling. Xiao Li is also a person who has stepped into the Mahayana period, and he is silent that people are just crossing the virtual realm, and it takes a long time. The gap in cultivation is revealed.

At this moment, the silent Taoist has not fallen behind, but it is obvious that he can't stop the elusive "Demonic Hellfire Guide". In addition, Xiao Li's fists and feet are not vegetarian, and the murderous reputation of "Heavenly Demon Palm" is famous, even if Xiao Li has no weapons, he can resist the immortal sword of the silent Taoist.

In fact, the most puzzling thing is. Yang Xianyang's side was actually at a disadvantage! The Blood Demon Man was like a killing machine. There was no pain at all, the sword was invulnerable, and he was not afraid of fire and water, for a while, Yang Xianyang was forced to retreat, and several blood marks had been scratched on the black gold-rimmed robe, and black blood flowed out of the bloodstains, and the nails of this blood demon man were actually highly poisonous!

Seeing Yang Xianyang's miserable situation, Ling Hu Heng's heart rolled for a while. The scene from four years ago was imprinted in his mind. He was full of hatred for Yang Xianyang's death, but when he thought of him, he was Yang Zhishuang's grandfather. But I can't hate it in my heart. When he thought of his high expectations for himself when he first started, it was like yesterday. For a while, Ling Huheng looked at Yang Xianyang, who was already faltering, and was full of emotion in his heart.

At this time, the voice said, "Hey, boy, who is the person who fought with your master, when did my Holy Gate come out with this person?"

Ling Hu Heng didn't believe that he couldn't recognize it, Xiao Li had a nether wrench in his hand that only the master of the Demon Gate had in his hand, and it was a token of the master of the Demon Gate. Ling Hu Heng said coldly: "Isn't he the master of your Demon Gate? Could it be that your old boy is dazzled and can't see it? Or is he suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and he can't remember clearly?"

The voice unexpectedly didn't raise the bar with Ling Huheng, and said eagerly: "What......? ......Is it the master? Where's Gang'er?"

Ling Huheng didn't answer him, because he was going to make a move!

At this moment, Yang Xianyang's whole body felt numb, the toxin had spread all over his body, if he held it hard, at most, he would be invaded by the toxin in his heart for a while and a half, and at that time, it was Da Luo Jinxian, and he couldn't save him. But he didn't have a choice, no one in the Ancient Sword Sect could stop the Blood Demon Man, he could only hold on to the death, and he could hold on for a while.

Yang Xianyang smiled bitterly in his heart: "Maybe dying like this is the real sorrow of being the head, right?"

The Blood Demon did not slow down his attack because Yang Xianyang's move slowed down, but punched harder with one punch, once he was hit, he would definitely catch it with his backhand, and even if he could struggle out, he would be caught with five blood marks, and if he couldn't struggle, it would be a bloody scene torn apart by him......

Yang Xianyang's reaction was already sluggish, and the Blood Demon Man's heavy fist smashed on the fairy sword, making a metal hit sound of "bell bell", Yang Xianyang kept retreating, and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood, and plunged the fairy sword into the ground with his right hand, only to stop being repelled by the Blood Demon Man.

"Boss !!"

The disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect behind him wanted to go up to the rescue, but everyone was entangled, and no one came out empty. Yang Xianyang fell into the danger of death for a while!

The Blood Demon Man didn't pay attention to the people around him at all, and rushed forward with an arrow step, seeing that the big fist of the sand pot was about to fall on Yang Xianyang's body.

Yang Xianyang no longer had the strength to resist the Blood Demon Man's attack at this time, and the toxin had already spread. He sighed, as if he had foreseen the tragic situation of the Ancient Sword Sect being attacked by the Demon Gate again, and closed his eyes, waiting for the punch that would announce the end of his life.

But the punch didn't come down for a long time.

I only heard a voice in my ear say, "Hey, you ugly monster also want to come to Gujian Mountain to spread wild?"

Yang Xianyang heard this voice very familiarly, and couldn't remember who it was for a while, so he struggled to open his old eyes, and was suddenly stunned: "It's you?"

It turned out that Ling Hu Heng entered the battlefield like a leisurely stroll, but no one could catch him, not even his clothes. Just when the heavy punch of the Blood Demon was about to fall, Ling Hu Heng didn't even use the "No Blade" fairy sword on his back, it turned out to be a punch, fist to fist!

The blood demon man didn't expect that there would be people in the world who dared to fight him, and without using all his strength, he was beaten back two or three steps by Ling Hu Heng's punch, and Ling Hu Heng was also shocked to take a step back, his fist was faintly numb, and he said secretly: "The brute force of this ugly monster is quite big!"

Yang Xianyang didn't expect that it was Ling Huheng who was beaten into the trapped demon abyss who saved him! At this time, a small porcelain bottle was thrown in front of him, and Linghu Heng's cold voice came from his ears: "Inside is the 'Cold Moon Ice Lotus', if you don't want to die, take it!"

Yang Xianyang knew that Ling Huheng's heart was full of resentment, but he still silently picked up the porcelain bottle, poured out a lotus seed, and took it. At this time, a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect finally came out and protected Yang Xian's side.

Ling Huheng didn't pay attention to Yang Xianyang, but quietly looked at the opponent in front of him. The skin of this blood demon seemed to have been burned by lava, and his whole body was rotten, and there was not an inch of good skin, only barely able to distinguish between his nose and ears.

Although it looks weird, its strength should not be underestimated. With that punch just now, Ling Hu Heng had already tried it, this blood demon was amazing, as if he couldn't use spiritual power, but his whole body was like an iron beating, and he was not afraid of swords. Is there any way to defeat him? Ling Hu Heng fell into deep thought for a while.

The blood demon man was already completely devastated but after he saw Ling Hu Heng, his eyes lit up, he didn't know why he felt this way, but he knew that he was going to kill the man in front of him! The blood all over his body began to burn, and he actually spoke: "I'm going to kill you!"

The voice didn't look like a human voice at all, so hoarse that it could barely hear the syllables. Ling Huheng frowned, slowly pulled out the "Wufeng" Immortal Sword, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

The Blood Demon Man muttered and repeated a sentence: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Before the words fell, he suddenly exerted his strength, and the stone bricks under his feet were shattered, and he rushed towards Ling Huheng with a wave of his fist!

Ling Hu Heng didn't know that his speed was so fast, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to tilt his head slightly to dodge this punch. He didn't dare to slack off, and a "iron plate bridge" bent down, and then his left hand was pushed to the ground, and his legs seemed to be loaded with springs, kicking the blood demon in the chest.

Although the blood demon man was invulnerable, he had little consciousness left after all, and he didn't expect Ling Hu Heng to make such a move, and he was kicked out by Ling Hu Heng's legs.

Xiao Li, who was not far away, had been caring about his son, and when he saw that his son was kicked out by Ling Hu Heng, he hurriedly examined Ling Hu Heng's cultivation. It's okay not to look at it, but he was surprised when he saw it: he couldn't see Ling Huheng's cultivation!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Li violently urged the "Devilish Hellfire Jian", forced back the silent Taoist, and shouted: "Yan'er, come back!"

The Blood Demon Man was going to go up again, but he was hit in the chest by Ling Hu Heng with a heavy leg, which was a tickle for him at all. But hearing Xiao Li shout like this, he stopped and just stared at Ling Huheng tightly.

Ling Huheng stood up, looked at the silent Taoist not far away, and couldn't help but shout: "Old Taoist!"

The silent Taoist was wondering why Xiao Li was so eager to force himself back, and when he was still waiting to be observed, he suddenly heard someone shouting "Old Taoist" in his ear, he was stunned, there was only one person in the world who called him that!

He hurriedly took three steps back and turned his head to look. I saw that in the dim moonlight, Ling Hu Heng Qingyi held a sword, his clothes moved slightly, standing five zhang away, and showed a joyful smile to himself.

Rao is reticent Taoist state of mind cultivation for crossing the virtual realm, and there is rarely a look of anger and joy, but at first glance, when he saw that his closed disciple had returned unharmed, when he was close to him, his shriveled and thin face also flashed a moment of excitement.

The silent Taoist took a deep breath, put his trembling hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Ah Heng, it's good, you're back, it's good!"

Ling Hu Heng ignored the Blood Demon Man, and slowly approached the Silent Daoist, only to see that after four years of not seeing, there were many more white hairs on his half-white hair, and it looked more white than black. He was excited, but pretended to be relaxed and said, "I'm naturally fine, but you don't look good!"

I hadn't heard such a cynical joke from my disciple for more than four years, but now that I heard it, the silent Taoist felt that it was so familiar. At this time, the silent Taoist only felt that his throat was hot, as if he was blocked by something, and there were a thousand words for a while, but he couldn't spit it out when it came to his mouth. (To be continued......)