Yimei Lao Dao suddenly became nervous, put the red feather on the palm of his hand with his backhand, and touched the red feather with the other hand distressedly, as if he was massaging it and soothing it. With a pained expression on his face, he said, "Little bird, you can't die, you can't die." ”

Ling Xuan was amused in his heart, sure enough, but all such masters with advanced cultivation, strange temperament, and long-term isolation from the world were not very bright, and the predecessors of the Second Extreme Sect, Shui Lingzi and Huo Lingzi, were like this, and the same was true of this old Dao. Red Feather is an innate spirit treasure, and ordinary swords are difficult to hurt, how can he be pinched to death so easily?

As soon as the old Dao Fu let go of it, the 'dying' red feather suddenly came to life, and pecked at the hand of the old Dao with a single eyebrow unexpectedly, and then quickly escaped from his claws, flew back to Ling Xuan's shoulder and squatted down, looking up at the bird's head as if triumphantly to the old Dao, the small bird's eyes with a thick smile.

An old man pointed at the red feather, stunned for a moment, "This...... It'......"

Ling Xuan smiled and said, "It's mine." ”

The old man was stunned, and then infinite anger rose in those small eyes, and without warning, he slapped Ling Xuan's chest with a palm, and shouted: "Good you little doll, you dare to play tricks on the Taoist master!"

Although Ling Xuan had already taken precautions, the gap between his cultivation and the old Dao was too big, and the old Dao slapped out with one palm, the speed was extremely fast, and around his palm, there was a faint arc flashing, which was extremely terrifying. Ling Xuan tried his best to activate the 'transformation' character in the Yin and Yang Transformation Technique, so that he could avoid him dangerously.

There is no gap in the old way, and without warning, a palm is swept from the side, the thunder is rolling, the wind is biting, if it is swept by his palm, it can be regarded as a mountain peak, I am afraid it will also become powder under that palm, right?

Ling Xuan was shocked, so he tried his best to dodge and dodge, shouting, "Dao is long and slow down." There is something to ask for in the future, and this decision is made only as a last resort. ”

The old man snorted coldly and shouted: "Please, mother, throughout the ages, you are the first one who dares to play with the Taoist master." Hmph, it's okay for immortals to be immortal, but you have to die. ”

Ling Xuan avoided his palm, and he was already sweating on his forehead, but his third palm, followed by a storm, the angle was tricky, and he greeted Ling Xuan's death hole with such a huge momentum, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and did not give Ling Xuan a chance to breathe at all. Coupled with his unbearable foul language, a wave of anger suddenly rose in Ling Xuan's heart.

That's right, he told Hong Yu in advance and played a joke, but his purpose was to ask him out and ask him for a favor, he didn't listen to the explanation so much, and his move was fatal, and the viciousness was beyond words. Ling Xuan has a gentle temperament and a kind heart, but the Buddha can also get angry, not to mention that he is just a mortal.

Ling Xuan didn't care about begging him anymore, he shouted, lifted his cultivation and slapped it with one palm, and slapped it fiercely with the old man with one eyebrow, and suddenly with a bang, he was like being hit hard by the entire mountain, and he quickly flew away, breaking dozens of big trees before he stabilized his figure. And the old man with a single eyebrow just flickered slightly, and then, across dozens of zhang, the fourth palm slammed towards Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan's entire right arm seemed to be broken, and he couldn't raise a trace of strength, and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra in his body also seemed to have received a devastating blow, and his cultivation faintly began to be agitated, like a pot of boiling oil and water, if he didn't suppress it in time, I am afraid that he would end up in a burning situation. With this contact, the gap in cultivation between Ling Xuan and Yimei Lao Dao was clear at a glance.

"Hmph, stinky old man, stubborn, I'll fight with you. ”

Ling Xuan snorted coldly, forcibly stood up straight, and looked at the palm that the old man quickly slapped, but he didn't dare to touch him anymore. He flexed and stretched out his five fingers, quickly pinched several magic tricks, and suddenly shot out a small golden light from his chest, that golden light was only the size of a thumb, as soon as it left his chest, the golden light flashed and disappeared, and instantly turned into a bronze long sword, which was one of the nine ancient swords of the ancient world.

As soon as Ling Xuan grasped the hilt of the True Gang Sword, the momentum of his whole body immediately underwent earth-shaking changes, before he was just a weak young man, as if a breeze could blow him away, but at this time, he was like a king, standing between the eternal heaven and earth, overlooking all things. A kind of sword in hand, the momentum I have in the world jumped on my face.

"What a sword!!"

Ling Xuan clearly saw that the face of the old man changed instantly, and the momentum of the slap immediately weakened by three points.

Ling Xuan held the sword in his left hand, raised the sword over his head, saw the palm from the old man with an eyebrow, and slashed it down!!

Call!!

Bang!!

An incomparable golden light shot out from the Zhengang sword, turning into a streamer, and bombarded the body of the old man with a bang, and a roar suddenly caused an explosion of distance, the ground shook, and the smoke and dust filled the sky.

The entire dense forest fell into death-like silence in an instant.

"Hmph, it's a bit of strength. However, the real sword is in your hands, and it is actually a waste. ”

In the smoke and dust flying in the sky, there was a cold voice from the old man. Ling Xuan was taken aback and looked at the smoke and dust vigilantly. Suddenly, a strong wind swept by, the sky full of smoke and dust dissipated with the wind, an eyebrow old man stood proudly in the field, he put one hand behind his back, and two white eyebrows more than three feet long flew with the wind, like a god descending from the sky.

Ling Xuan's cultivation at least in the early stage of the merger, coupled with the True Gang Sword, one of the Nine Great Ancient Swords of the Ancient World, struck with all his strength, but he actually failed to hurt him in the slightest...... How terrifying is the cultivation of an old way?

Of course, because of the angle, Ling Xuan didn't see that the hand behind his back was dripping with blood drop by drop.

"Fifth palm, if you can take it, the Taoist master will forgive you for your rude sin. ”

An old man said coldly, regardless of whether Ling Xuan agreed or not, let alone whether he was ready or not, his left hand quickly drew a Tai Chi pattern on his chest, and suddenly, the time around him seemed to slow down countless times, Ling Xuan could clearly see his every movement, and even see every grain of dust flying around him and the swimming lines of the colorful air. His left hand changed thousands of positions in an instant, and the speed was fast to the limit, as if thousands of hands had changed in an instant, each hand was topped with a Tai Chi pattern, and each hand had the momentum of breaking through mountains and rivers.

Ling Xuan suddenly felt that he was trapped in a swampy area, and the air around him seemed to instantly turn into a viscous thin mud, constantly restricting his movements, constantly pulling him into some invisible abyss. It's just a Tai Chi pattern, which has cut off all of Ling Xuan's ways to retreat, forcing Ling Xuan to resist him, what kind of terrifying power should the next palm of the old Dao have?

Ling Xuan was shocked, he didn't dare to be careless at all, he didn't care about the mana that was tumbling like boiling water in his body, he held the Zhengang Sword in one hand and the red feather in the other, and the endless mana continued to be poured into the bodies of the two. In the humming sound of the Zhengang Sword, a thousand feet of golden light erupted, and a momentum that looked at the world spontaneously appeared, and the red feather let out a scream, which instantly skyrocketed hundreds of times, turning into a large bird burning with raging flames, suspended above Ling Xuan's head, and the bird's eyes the size of a baby's fist opened and knocked out, and the aura of contempt for all beings suddenly spread.

A strange smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his left foot stomped on the ground, and his short body ejected, shooting straight to a height of about 100 zhang from the ground, and his lower body became a big peng spreading his wings, and his left hand made a strange shape of a crane's beak, looking at Ling Xuan under him, a fierce color suddenly flashed in his thin eyes, and he pecked it with a fierce palm.

As soon as he moved, his speed instantly increased to the limit, and the heavens and the earth were blurred, and Ling Xuan could only see the left hand in the shape of a crane's beak clearly, pecking at him. Because the speed reached the limit, the friction between the Yimei Daoist and the surrounding air caused the void where he passed to burn instantly, and he smashed silently like a meteorite, with a long tail flame.

Ling Xuan never thought that the fifth palm of the old Dao would fall from the sky, and all the countermeasures were in vain, so he had to deal with it in a hurry, and the sword really pointed at the sky, and suddenly, a golden pillar of light the thickness of a bucket rushed into the sky, stabbing the old Dao with a brow;