As soon as Ling Xian's mind moved, the endless evil qi in the sword realm tumbled, turning into staggered sword qi, condensing into a sword array to protect his body, and twisting the blood-colored giant python chasing him into pieces.

"Hey, I said we don't have to work so hard, it's actually good to sit down and drink tea and have a chat or something. Ling Xian's body was surrounded by a sword formation, his right hand condensed into a sword finger, and one after another sword qi flew out, which was resisted by the blood shadow old man's blood wave.

The old man didn't answer his words, he only used all kinds of means to fight fiercely with Ling Xian, and the illusory sea of blood under his feet became more and more intense, and it had occupied half of the sword world.

Both of them are rare people with great supernatural powers, one is the ancestor of the demon path that opened up heaven and earth, and now although they are only a blood shadow clone, it is still immeasurable to hook the blood sea divine power. One is the first sword of killing in heaven and earth, one sword is out of ten thousand immortals, and it has one-half of the way to kill.

The two of them were really-for-tat against Mai Mang, not giving an inch, the old man of the blood shadow was evil and tricky, and suddenly the sea of blood was agitated, and the demon vine that demanded his life turned into a demon spirit and a demon, like a group of beasts bloodthirsty, and attacked straight towards Ling Xian.

Ling Xian snorted lightly, the sword finger of his right hand was tapped, and the sword qi fought the evil yuan, turning into a huge sword qi kun net, and the evil spirits were all incorporated into the square circle, and it was difficult to advance an inch for a while.

The two of them had all their magical powers, and it was difficult to distinguish between them for a while, the illusory sea of blood was turbulent, and they could no longer advance an inch after occupying half of the sword realm, Ling Xian repeatedly mobilized the evil qi in the realm, trying to regain the geographical advantage, but they all ended in failure.

The two fought for a long time, but neither of them could help the other party, although Ling Xian still had the chaotic sword qi that had not yet come out, but after all, he had already recognized the other party's heels, and he knew that Lu Dao could only be seriously injured and could not be killed, so he didn't bother to waste his strength.

The old man of the blood shadow fought for a long time, and he also found that he couldn't help this damn sword spirit, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided, and he gradually calmed down, but it was just for the sake of face, and it was difficult to stop.

"Hey, I said Ancestor, even if we are like this now, even if it is a hundred years and a thousand years, we may not be able to distinguish the winner or loser, so it is better to stop it and laugh at the enmity. Ling Xian spoke again, he really didn't want to fight, after all, in the face of such an unkillable existence, no one had the patience to spend endless time with him.

The old man of the blood shadow also wanted to stop it, but when he saw that there was a step down, he had already agreed in his heart, but he snorted coldly and said, "Boy, you stop first." ”

Ling Xian shrugged, dodged another wave of attacks, snapped his fingers very happily, and the sword array around him turned into countless long swords walking in the sword realm.

Seeing this, the old man with the blood shadow no longer attacked, and slowly put away the phantom of the sea of blood, and no longer covered it, and the blood shadow began to recede, showing the image of an old man with white hair.

The old man didn't leave the sword realm, just sat down cross-legged, and a thousand leaf blood lotus naturally appeared under him.

Ling Xian smiled, and also sat cross-legged, a thousand-leaf sword lotus condensed from the sword qi under him, looking at each other from a distance.

The old man was unhappy, and said: "You sword spirit, kill it plainly, not to mention the holy daughter who has been painstakingly cultivated by the ancestor, and also spoil the ancestor's plan, and leak the ancestor's goal, now I don't care about you, leave quickly, otherwise the ancestor will use means to refine your spiritual sense, and you will have nowhere to reason." ”

Ling Xian chuckled, not caring at all about the threat at the end, and said in an innocent tone: "This is the old man, your mistake, for no reason, you made a Xuanyin body on someone else's little girl, and sneakily made some small movements, I don't know that there are so many ways, I just look at this girl pleasing to the eye." Besides, you're starting to behave so weakly, and no one else can't help but want to rush up and cut this kind of thing, but they can't complain about me. ”

The old man almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, he hadn't seen such a shameless person for a long time, and the anger that gradually calmed down in his heart couldn't help but come out, and he scolded: "When will the sectarian be so shameless." "Because the Immortal Sword is the treasure of the Sect of Interception, he automatically assigned Ling Xian to the sect of Sect Interception.

Ling Xian didn't correct it, and only continued in words that were not salty or light: "I have been teaching for many years. "It makes the old man even more depressed.

"I don't care about this, you immediately disappear for the ancestor now, and the previous things will be written off. The old man calmed down and said viciously.

Ling Xian replied with a righteous face: "No, the spiritual heart is something that I rarely look at, and when she was injured, a drop of blood spilled on my sword body, I have already lost blood to recognize the master, unless she is dead, otherwise I will not change the host." ”

In the face of this kind of scoundrel, the old man was so angry that he trembled, and he also said this kind of nonsense about dripping blood and recognizing the master, who just almost killed his host in the inn, is there this kind of sword spirit, and it is pleasing to the eye, are you coaxing a three-year-old child, even a three-year-old child will not believe this kind of reason.

But suddenly, the old man's mind changed, and he suddenly remembered something, his face was full of anger, and he looked at Ling Xian in the distance with a strange look, his eyes gradually turned cold and stared at him, and he said with a cold voice: "How did you find out?"

Ling Xian still looked confused for no reason, and said, "What did you find? I don't know anything, could it be that there are any secrets on my host?"

Bang!

Where Ling Xian was, a cloud of blood mist exploded, and the old man clenched his right hand with a cold face, and said in a voice that could condense ice: "If you pretend to be garlic like this again, we won't have to talk about it anymore, I will ask you the last question, go, or not." ”

The blood mist dissipated, and a burst of gray evil qi floated over and condensed, revealing the appearance of Ling Immortal, and the sword lotus under the seat reappeared. This time, he no longer pretended to be stupid, but with a solemn face, he said with a solemn face: "I still say the same thing, unless she is dead, I will never leave." ”

The old man fell into deep thought, couldn't help but look at Ling Xian, and said in a low voice: "Impossible, how did you find out, there is no reason." Besides, even if you find out what use that thing is for you, you are a killing treasure, and it is completely incompatible with it!"

Talking to himself, he had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed: "You can't transform into a shape, you can't trigger the transformation of the Heavenly Tribulation?" It seemed that this time it opened his mind, he figured everything out in an instant, and continued: "Yes, it must be so, as a supreme treasure like the Zhuxian Sword, your own rank is equivalent to that of a saint, so it is naturally impossible to trigger the Transformation Heavenly Tribulation, so you want to borrow something in her body to transform into a shape, so it is, so it is." ”

Ling Xian's face began to be gloomy, he didn't expect that his words and deeds were so cautious and also guessed by the other party, and snorted coldly: "What can you guess, let me tell you, I will never leave, it's really stiff, it's a big deal, everyone is scattered, although it is difficult for me to transform into shape, but without this host, I may not have no chance at all, but you, I am afraid that it will be difficult at that time." ”

The old man thought through everything, his face had returned to calm, and he said, "In that case, how about we make a deal?"

Ling Xian came to be interested and asked, "What deal?" ”

The old man did not answer in a hurry, but asked, "Do you know my identity?"

Ling Xian sneered: "That's nature, the Lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea Demon Dao, Styx!"