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Not only is it too much to deceive people, it is simply too damn aggrieved, and Li Xiaoyao's heart swelled with monstrous anger. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info's chubby face flushed with layers of red light. Look at what kind of person this is, assassinate if you want to assassinate it, and send such a pair of such weird killers, look at the old man, his face is full of wrinkles, just like the dead leaves that have fallen to the ground, layer by layer. There is also the sanctimonious scholar, who still looks like he wants to die or live at first, these two people are more than 100 years old combined, and they are bullying their twenties.

It's so fucking aggrieved, Li Xiaoyao cursed viciously in his heart, "No, why." Li Xiaoyao drank violently, and blurted out a sentence for no reason.

"Oh, why not." The old man and the scholar were stunned, and it was the first time they had met such a strange little Taoist priest, and they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. At last the old man questioned, but no one knew that the gong in his hand was held more tightly with the gong that struck it.

"He's yours, and the scholar is mine, how about it." Li Xiaoyao pointed at Ye Yinfeng, and then pointed at the scholar again.

Ye Yinfeng was stunned, and suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, when is this, this fat Taoist priest hasn't forgotten to play treasure, but he can't feel the martial arts realm of this old man and this scholar, presumably the other party is too much higher than his own realm. But he didn't feel desperate at all because of the disparity in strength, but instead showed a fierce battle intent from the bottom of his heart, which made his whole body boil with blood, and a faint trace of excitement secretly generated.

"Our tasks are different, this cannot be changed, and you don't have to waste your brains." The old man shook his head and said lightly.

"Okay." Li Xiaoyao suddenly looked depressed, and then slowly raised his chubby head.

The old man's figure flickered, and a golden light suddenly came out of his hand, and a dull sound sounded, only to see that the lantern in his hand turned into a meteor and shot on a stone wall, but it was the handle of the lantern inserted into the stone wall, submerged into the depth of eighth, and fixed the lantern on the stone wall.

I saw that the candle flame of the lantern only flickered a few times, and then stabilized again, and even the cold wind blew but did not move.

The figure was like a shadow, carrying a few ghostly momentum, and attacked Li Xiaoyao, and the wooden pole and the gong in the old man's hand became his powerful life-urging weapons. The wooden pole turned into a momentum of breaking through the sky, and the gong sandwiched the posture of the mountain pressure, all of which were powerful weapons that took people's lives, and people could not have the psychology of contempt.

A master is a master, no matter what, it is the best weapon in his hand, and at this moment, this old man embodies this sentence vividly. Although there are no moves, but everywhere you go, you are rushing like a dragon hissing through the air, and the people have not arrived, but the momentum has already taken people before they stop.

Li Xiaoyao's face was solemn, he had really never encountered such a weapon, a wooden pole became a peerless sword that sharpened iron like clay, and a gong became a heavy weapon that shook the mountains and rivers.

I saw that the shadow of the gong was heavy, the wind was blowing, sometimes it was more than fierce, sometimes it was like a mountain, this is the perfect cooperation between this wooden pole and the gong. The chaotic moves and unbelievable playing style made it difficult for Li Xiaoyao to adapt for a while, and he could only defend passively.

It's too aggrieved, extremely aggrieved, this is the most aggrieved battle Li Xiaoyao has encountered, not to mention that the opponent's martial arts cultivation realm is several times higher than his own, but even the opponent's weapons are so weird and absurd. No matter how you move, your palms, fingers, and fists are all dissolved by the other party's weird and evil weapons, as if the other party's weapons are born to restrain themselves.

Li Xiaoyao bowed slightly, and between the spinning and flipping of his body, a pair of chubby palms collided with the opponent's weapon several times, but he still didn't take advantage of it. On the contrary, there were bursts of pain from his palms, and Rao is incomparably deep internal strength also secretly suffered a lot.

On the street, I saw a chubby little Taoist priest and an old man in linen clothes constantly churning back and forth, and the two figures sometimes divided and sometimes merged. Sometimes there were dull sounds, sometimes there were loud sounds, and the chaotic air was raging around them, gathering and dispersing.

It seems to be an easy contest, but they all hide killing intentions, and like Li Xiaoyao, Ye Yinfeng is also under extremely strong pressure, and the opponent's weapon is a Spring and Autumn Pen. There were no opening remarks, no too much nonsense, and they went directly to each other's vital points with the most aggressive moves.

The Spring and Autumn Pen in the scholar's hand is like a finger like a finger of ink, with a rolling sharp momentum everywhere, pointing, drawing, hooking, bringing into a major feature of this Spring and Autumn Pen. The huge and dense pen aroused the fierce killing intent between heaven and earth at that point, and the galloping breath carried the heaviest suffocating edge.

Ye Yinfeng has an iron sword in his hand, at this time he is no longer the ignorant teenager at that time, he is no longer the young man who has no foundation in using swords. On the merchant ship, he looked at the sword book from the cave blessed area, and carefully read it word by word, but it gave him a lot of gains.

The wolf's large pen hooked the vertical and horizontal breath between heaven and earth, and sealed Ye Yinfeng's body in it with a hook, like a closed cage. And in addition to a little tranquility in the scholar's eyes, there was also a chill that was difficult to break free, and suddenly, a superimposed aura like spring and autumn erupted from the scholar's body, making Ye Yinfeng's heart tremble suddenly, and he couldn't help but speed up the iron sword wielding in his hand.

The sword is a bladeless sword, and the pen is the spring and autumn pen of the Fang chieftain, two different soldiers, but with a faint and similar artistic conception, the four seasons are repeated, and the meaning of spring and autumn rotation emanates from the breath of these two people.

The sword light Huohuo, like an impermeable spring rain, poured down, lingering, but the cold air penetrated the heart,

The shadow of the pen is heavy, like the tender shoots that break out of the cocoon, sharp and mighty, but the momentum is crazy and the heart trembles.

With a wave of his hand, the sword light rotated, turning into a downpour again, thundering, surging straight towards the shadow of the pen, the torrential rain suddenly rose, and the sky and the earth were discolored. But it was covered by a scorching light, and the raindrops that covered the sky and the earth evaporated all at once, but it was difficult to say who was better.

In the calm, there was no strong sound of collision, only the two intertwined figures became more and more urgent, or the sword light rushed into the sky, or the pen shadow shrouded the heavens and the earth. It didn't look like a life-and-death struggle, but it was like a peaceful contest, but the fierce aura that flew away was like a knife scraping, passing towards the dead trees on both sides of the street, stirring up layers of dusty dust, which spread in the cold and gloomy night sky.

The dead trees had been reduced to powder, and bright scratches could be seen everywhere on the street, not carved by the sword or drawn by the brush.

No one is in the audience, just the twinkling stars, and the vast dome watching all this, two fierce fights, one earth-shattering, and one silent. But they all knew that this was a fight they had never had before, and both sides used all their skills to achieve the goal of knocking each other down.

The faintly painful hands brought Li Xiaoyao confusion, and he could not hide the anger surging out of his heart when he was aggrieved. I saw the fast palm print slap on the old man's weapon, shaking the other party back, and then gathering again, his body spun back, and suddenly shouted loudly.

And the old man was frightened and did not continue to attack, because he felt that the young little Taoist priest contained an aura that made him feel extremely jealous, it was a super-earthly aura, and that aura made him faintly uneasy. And his old eyes kept spinning, not knowing what to think.

With a loud bang, Li Xiaoyao stepped forward, and a collapsing aura erupted from his body, and the pure aura was majestic like a volcanic eruption. One step forward, every step forward, the breath on his body is a little stronger, and every step he takes is a few traces of breath on his body.

Faintly, the old man felt that the breath on the other party's body had a faint cyan, although it was hazy, but he saw it carefully. And his gaze froze again, and he found that the other party was walking towards him, and with every step he took, the aura on the little Taoist priest became a little greener, and the transcendent aura made him tremble.

"To the Heavenly Realm!" The old man exclaimed, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect the other party's martial arts cultivation realm to be so high, which was almost beyond his expectations, and he couldn't help but secretly cry bitter in his heart. Facing such a freak Li Xiaoyao, the bitterness on his face was a little more.

Demon, the old man cursed in his heart, he couldn't think much about it, he saw a flower in front of him, and a huge and vast figure rushed towards him. Subconsciously, he raised the wooden gong in his hand and stabbed at the opponent, while the gong in his left hand smashed towards the opponent.

The old man couldn't help but be happy when he was stabbed by the wooden bang and the gong was also struck, but before he could stretch his smile, the smile he had just shown froze, because what he stabbed and hit was only an afterimage of the other party. Before he could react, he felt that his abdomen was like a lightning strike, and a huge pain instantly spread from his abdomen to his whole body, and his face became even paler like a shrimp with a bowed body.

"Bang", I saw a figure flying up, and falling on the street like a goose on the sand.

Bang, a gong slammed into the street, making a loud noise,

The old man lay with his head on his back, and the sharp pain from his abdomen almost made his brain go blank, and the pain like a knife almost made him lose consciousness. He struggled to raise his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't have the strength to stand up.

The sky was so beautiful, the twinkling stars were so bright, and although there was still a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, he wanted to forcibly concentrate his consciousness. But the force of the fist that hit him in the abdomen was like a sharp knife, shuttling through his body, and finally cutting off all life in his body. His consciousness became more and more blurred, but he still felt that the night sky seemed to be getting more and more beautiful, in a trance, he seemed to see a meteor passing quickly, passing over his head, he wanted to try to follow the trajectory of the meteor, but found that he felt that his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and finally he felt that he was the bright meteor that crossed the sky.

Li Xiaoyao stood quietly in the wind, his wide robe made the sound of hunting, there was no longer any strength left at this moment, in order not to let Ye Yinfeng be careful, he only reluctantly let himself stand. It seemed like an easy punch just now, but it was he who took great risks to bring out his potential, so that once that kind of exercise was cast, he would no longer have the strength to fight.

The little fat Taoist priest's gaze moved away from the corpse of the old man, and he was secretly happy in his heart. The other party is not as strong as he imagined, at least the opponent's martial arts realm has not yet reached the Supreme Heaven Realm, if he reaches the Supreme Heaven Realm, then no matter what method he uses, he will not be able to defeat the other party, let alone kill the other party.

A heavy fluke flashed through his mind, and at this moment, he moved his gaze to the two intertwined figures, he couldn't help but feel anxious for Ye Yinfeng, after all, the other party was a killer in the Near Heaven Realm. And Ye Yinfeng had just broken through to the Sanqing Realm, which was the innate realm of ordinary martial cultivators.

The two of them in a state of stalemate are throwing themselves into their own fighting, and the dark night is even more charming, and the fog is covered with layers of curtains, which is even more hideous, but there is just one more ghost in this dark night.