On the top of Lingyun Mountain, the clouds are rolling, like a fairyland.

Cao Xiaoning and Pang Qingyun stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sea of clouds, the two of them were separated by a few feet, they didn't speak, and there was silence all around.

After a long time, Cao Xiaoning stretched his waist, still looking at the sea of clouds, and asked with a smile: "Master Pang should be thinking, why did he kill me silently?"

Pang Qingyun said coldly: "Aren't you afraid?"

Cao Xiaoning said: "Don't be afraid." ”

"Why aren't you afraid?" asked Pang Qingyun.

"One, you can't kill me. ”

Cao Xiaoning turned his head to look at Pang Qingyun and said seriously: "Both, I came to Lingyun Sect to kill you." ”

Pang Qingyun also turned his head to look at Cao Xiaoning, and the two looked at each other, as if something collided in the air.

Pang Qingyun's breath was awe-inspiring, Cao Xiaoning's clothes and hair blown up by the mountain wind hovered and stood still, and the space around him seemed to freeze instantly, and a force made Cao Xiaoning unable to move.

Pang Qingyun looked at the imprisoned Cao Xiaoning and asked jokingly, "You, kill me?"

Cao Xiaoning's right foot was slowly raised, although the speed was very slow, but it was always lifted up section by section, and then stepped down suddenly.

Bang!

The whole mountain cliff was shaken, and a pit appeared on the ground where Cao Xiaoning landed, with dense cracks, like a snake crawling, and a circle of annular seismic waves spread out, shaking away the sea of clouds, and also blowing Pang Qingyun to hunt.

Cao Xiaoning said: "Well, I'll kill you." ”

Pang Qingyun squinted, his figure disappeared from the spot, and instantly came to Cao Xiaoning's approach, and slapped it with one palm. The palm of the true yuan flowed, and the momentum sank vigorously, and the full palm of the foundation building monk was enough to cause a mountain wall to collapse.

Cao Xiaoning's feet were divided, not bad, and suddenly clenched his fists and smashed forward.

With a loud bang, a cloud of white gas exploded between the two, containing extremely terrifying power, sweeping away like a hurricane passing through, and the surrounding rubble flew wildly, and the smoke and dust were filled.

Cao Xiaoning took a few steps back before he could barely stand still, he turned his wrist and looked at Pang Qingyun with a smile, as if to say that the foundation building monk was no more than Erer.

Although Pang Qingyun stood in place, not retreating a step, his face was solemn, a ten-layer qi refining was just a ten-layer, and he should have been slapped to death with one palm, but he was taken by Cao Xiaoning. And he could feel that the true qi in Cao Xiaoning's body was majestic and majestic like the sea, which was only slightly inferior to the true yuan in his body as a foundation building monk, which was simply incredible.

I don't have time to think about it, Cao Xiaoning knows his secret, then he must die, no matter how strong a qi refiner is, refining qi is just refining qi, he is a foundation building monk, if he can't even kill a qi refiner, wouldn't he live in vain?

Pang Qingyun made a move, and the smoke, dust and gravel that filled the air were suddenly pulled and turned into a gray tornado, and after it circled around its body, it enveloped the true yuan, like a dragon going out to sea, and rushed straight to Cao Xiaoning.

Cao Xiaoning did not dodge or dodge, his whole body lit up with white light, his skin also became clear and transparent at the same time, the bones and blood inside were clearly visible, and the whole person was like a transparent glass.

This is given by Cao Ying, and there is no leakage of the glass body.

Wentian Pavilion rated it as the fourth golden body in the world.

Cao Xiaoning, who carried up the leakless glass body, was like a towering reef, and the tornado hit him, and it suddenly passed by in two, unable to shake it in the slightest.

Pang Qingyun's face changed greatly, this kind of mysterious technique was simply unheard of.

Cao Xiaoning dispersed his glass body and stepped out, the air in front of him crackled violently, and he was squeezed into a wall by a powerful force, leaving a vacuum behind him.

Pang Qingyun's face changed again.

Generally, only the foundation building monk, the strength of the physical body can break the sound barrier, and the young man in front of him is only in the Qi refining period, how did he do it?

Before Cao Xiaoning said that he wanted to kill him, Pang Qingyun just regarded it as a joke, but at this moment, he finally faced Cao Xiaoning.

He pressed the wall of air and came to Pang Qingyun's approach, smashed the wall of air with a punch, and smashed it into Pang Qingyun. Pang Qingyun also broke the sound barrier in an instant, and his fist dragged a ball of white qi and collided with Cao Xiaoning.

Like thunder, Cao Xiaoning's figure fell out of the air wave and flew out upside down. Building a foundation is building a foundation after all, no matter how strong Cao Xiaoning is, he can only get infinitely close, and he can never erase the gap between refining qi and building a foundation.

Cao Xiaoning tapped his toes, dragged a cloud mark in the air, quickly stabilized his body, stepped back with his feet, and stepped on a ripple in the void, and the whole person rushed towards Pang Qingyun again like an arrow. During the gallop, Cao Xiaoning hugged his palms weakly, and countless clouds gathered in front of his chest, condensing into a huge cloud ball, which was pressed towards Pang Qingyun by Cao Xiaoning.

Pang Qingyun's figure rose from the ground, piercing the cloud ball like a sword, and then slapped it out with one palm, thinking that it hit Cao Xiaoning, but he never wanted to shoot it in the air, at this moment, a vast and powerful force fell from the sky, it turned out that the cloud ball was just a false move, Cao Xiaoning had already flashed into the sky, and at this time Pang Qingyun was unprepared, and stepped down with one foot.

Pang Qingyun panicked, but was shocked back to the ground by Cao Xiaoning, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were scattered and messy by the energy, flying in front of his eyes.

Pang Qingyun was extremely angry, he was a foundation cultivator, and he had already lost face if he couldn't get a tenth layer of qi refining for a long time, not to mention that he was still suffering a loss. As soon as he held his hand, a white light flew in the distance, which happened to be in his hand, with a snow-bright sword body, a pale blue sword hilt, and a cloud-like sword.

Lingyun Sword.

Pang Qingyun waved the Lingyun Sword, and a touch of white pi Lian flashed towards Cao Xiaoning, the sword qi was fierce and surging, and in the blink of an eye, behind the sword light, there were clouds and mountain winds that were divided into two.

Cao Xiaoning's body swirled, narrowly avoiding the sword light, but before he could adjust his body shape, a sword came again and stabbed Cao Xiaoning in the chest.

Where the sword light fell, a white light lit up, and the skin became as transparent as glass, blocking the sword light, but even so, Cao Xiaoning was still shocked by the sword qi and flew out, and after stabilizing his body, he covered his chest, and the qi and blood in his body surged, and his true qi was disordered.

If Cao Xiaoning is also a foundation building cultivator, with a leakless glazed body, even if he stands and lets Pang Qingyun stab hundreds of swords, he will not be able to hurt a bit, but after all, his realm is insufficient, and the strength of the glazed golden body is limited, so he can only barely block the foundation building sword. And if it was replaced by the ten layers of ordinary qi refining, it would have been pierced by the sword just now.

Pang Qingyun shook his sword again.

Pang Qingyun, who has the Lingyun sword in his hand, is like a tiger with wings, people follow the sword, his body is fluttering, and his sword moves are swaying wantonly, and the sword qi is pouring wildly, like a torrent, and the sword qi is delicate like silk, like clouds and mist, which can be described as flowing clouds and water, incisive, so that Cao Xiaoning can only dodge again and again, without the power to parry and fight back.

"You have a sword, don't you?"

After Cao Xiaoning hid for a while, he touched the sachet embroidered with the word 'Cao' on his waist.

The storage room, that is, the magic weapon of space, has different shapes and sizes, but it can store the things of one room, which is an indispensable thing for cultivators. This sachet is Cao Xiaoning's storage room, which contains a sword, a talisman and a magic weapon, which is Cao Xiaoning's hole card.

Cao Xiaoning is sure that he can kill Pang Qingyun, precisely because of this hole card.

Can be in the next moment.

Cao Xiaoning's face turned green.

The room was empty!

Cao Xiaoning scolded wildly in his heart: "Old Cao, you cheat me!"

......

Hundreds of miles away, Happy Village.

Cao Ying sat in a rocking chair and did needlework.

On the small table next to him, there was a sachet on it, which was exactly the same as the one on Cao Xiaoning's waist.

This is the sachet that Cao Xiaoning put on the hole card.