As soon as the knife came out, dozens of changes were born between the trembling of the blade, which contained some kind of mysterious changes. Yun Wuya suddenly felt that he was firmly locked by a cold killing machine, and all the directions and angles of dodging seemed to be completely blocked by the extremely sharp blade.

Ziwei Peak's mastery is really broad and profound, and it is extremely mysterious. Under the cultivation of the same realm, I am afraid that I have been defeated at this moment, and I will be severely injured at the lightest, and I will be split in half with a single sword.

The endless sharp knife seemed to cut off the other party's body as he wished, but the expression of the purple-robed old man did not see a little joy, but revealed a sense of surprise.

The ups and downs of the battle between the two sides have reached this point, and they already have a rough idea of how many catties and taels they have for each other, although this knife is fierce and domineering, but it will not be so easy to succeed.

Sure enough, where the blade passed, it seemed to split a cloud of weak air, and it didn't need to be thought that what was split was only an afterimage of the other party.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly hit his heart, and in the next second, out of the corner of the purple-robed old man's eyes, he had caught a glimpse of a purple light starlight flashing towards his face.

The other empty arm leaned out without thinking, the golden dragon claw reappeared, thrillingly shattered the purple light starlight that attacked, the big knife in his hand shook and trembled at the same time, and dozens of golden light knives were slashed out in an instant, like a rolling tide, one knife after another, each knife was full of murderous aura, the knife opened the mountain and cracked the stone, endless edge, strangulation, and cut everything.

This time, I really felt that what I strangled was a real body, and the resistance to piercing and the heavy sense of strangulation all proved the authenticity of all this. It was only at this time that the corners of the purple-robed old man's mouth outlined a smile that seemed to be nothing.

"Am I so vulnerable!" a faint voice sounded, and Yun Wuya's figure slowly appeared again, still unscathed.

"How is this possible?" The purple-robed old man's face was full of disbelief, and when he was slightly startled, he saw that a ray of starlight had swooped through the stacked sword shadows, and the slightest murderous aura made his skin cold and tingle.

Yun Wuyan's sword momentum counterattacked, and each sword was as fast as a flash of lightning, floating and attacking the vital parts of the opponent's body, so that he had to return to save himself. For a while, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed in an instant, and the old man in the purple robe suddenly felt a sense of grievance in a deep quagmire.

The sword qi is sharp and horizontal, swaying freely, forcing the opponent to only block and carry hard, block a sword, take a step back, carry a sword, and take two steps back. One attacked quickly, the other retreated quickly, and each other's swords and swords collided continuously, bursting out with an incomparably piercing explosion, causing countless ripples and ripples in the surrounding air like water.

The old man in the purple robe went from a domineering attack to being forced to kill by the other party step by step, and the reversal of the situation here was only between breaths, Fei Dan didn't even have a chance to fight back, and he had to worry about guarding against the other party's attack, which can be described as extremely aggrieved and angry, a high-ranking elder-level figure was actually forced to this extent by a disdainful young man, what a shame!

The figure was slightly sideways, and he endured the pain of being pierced through the shoulder by a sword again, and the big knife in his hand slashed horizontally at the throat of the opponent at the same time. Only by being cheeky and exchanging injuries for life can we get rid of this one-sided passive situation and win the opportunity to fight back at the same time.

With fast to fast, with force, every impact, the old man in the purple robe felt a strong shock force, wisps of energy through the blade of the knife from the palm, arm, bursts of numbness made the hand holding the knife tremble, almost out of the hand.

At this time, the old man in the purple robe was more and more shocked in his heart, his vest was already faintly soaked, and he was even slightly inferior to the other party in terms of strength and cultivation, which was really a big surprise to him. At this point in the battle, in addition to trying to block, it is almost difficult to hand out a knife, and if it continues like this, it will definitely be defeated.

The heart was horizontal, and he rose into the air, his feet stepped in the void again and again, and the big knife in his hand crossed a golden arc in the air, pouring the remaining golden power on the blade, and a beam of lightning seemed to burst out from the depths of the clouds, leaving a scratch of golden light in the air.

The golden streamer, pure and cold, contains a sharp murderous aura that is cold and soaked in the bones, which makes people's scalp tingle and hair stand on end.

A solemn look flashed in Yun Wuya's eyes, and he retracted his indifferent posture, and slowly drew a sword in the air, as if pulling the weight of a thousand catties, and drew an arc-shaped purple circle of light extremely slowly.

The cold and pure golden streamer slowly dripped into the purple circle of light, but it suddenly exploded, instantly turning into countless extremely sharp golden swords, shining in all directions, as if trying to penetrate everything.

As everyone knows, they were wrapped and entangled by a swirling soft energy, making these golden thin swords seem to be heavily hindered, and no matter how difficult it is to advance an inch, they are constantly swallowing and trembling.

However, this knife of the purple-robed old man was just paving the way for the next blow, accompanied by a low roar from his mouth, "Golden Meteorite Storm!"

A golden sword light pierced the space of heaven and earth in front of him, and suddenly exploded above Yun Wuya's head, turning into countless golden streamers, pouring down like a meteor shower, each streamer was full of murderous aura, as if thousands of catties of meteorites fell from the sky, and it was impossible to avoid it.

In the eyes of everyone, Yun Wuya's body seemed to have been hit by a huge rock, and fell to the ground with a bang, and in the huge roar, countless gravel and dust were scattered and splashed in all directions, and a huge pit more than ten meters deep appeared on the ground at the top of the peak, and Yun Wuya's figure also lost its trace at the same time.

All eyes were on the big deep pit on the ground, and the dust and smoke dissipated, but there was still no movement for a long time, and under such a terrifying attack, they all thought that the clouds that were blasted into the ground had little chance of survival.

"Your strength is far beyond the old man's imagination, how can you continue to grow up if you are so demonic!" The purple-robed old man suspended in mid-air, the big knife in his hand pointed obliquely at the deep pit on the ground, and his hideous face was full of indifference and cruelty.

"Really?" a faint voice suddenly rang in the ears of the purple-robed old man; "It's not that I'm too strong, it's that you're too weak!"

The purple-robed old man heard the change of color, and a flash of horror flashed in his eyes, this voice actually came from behind him, and he didn't even realize it, if he made a sneak attack...... He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, only to feel a chill in his vest.

"Now, I'll show you how powerful the golden artistic conception of the Great Garden Man is. Yun Wuya said lightly, there was a golden essence in his eyes, at this moment, a majesty of dominating the world, who else rushed to the sky, containing a kind of awe-inspiring sky-breaking edge.

"You actually have mastered the artistic conception of gold, how is this possible?" The purple-robed old man looked in disbelief, subconsciously squinted his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but let out a light "huh", and found that the other party's eyes seemed to have a silk golden glow flickering, and its brightness was as blazing as the sun, and in this light, he felt a sharp light that shattered the sky and the earth.

"This is the phase of gold, the sharp essence of gold, the indestructible and endless edge of gold, this is the ...... ＂

"Golden Realm Enchantment!" Yun Wuya shouted softly, his eyes were like electricity, shining with thousands of golden rays, and instantly gathered into a dazzling golden spirit ring above his head, an indestructible endless edge, enveloping the world of heaven and earth.

This is the realm spirit ring that will only appear after the artistic conception of gold is completed, and the purple-robed old man who is suspended in mid-air feels this terrifying bone-splitting coercion, and his face changes suddenly, and a threat of death that he has never felt before suddenly spreads all over his body.

A golden torrent gushed out from the spirit ring, and in a breath, this space was completely submerged, and the bottom of his eyes was soaked in a golden torrent.

The purple-robed old man's throat erupted with a low roar that was unwilling to be weak, and there was also a piece of gold rolling in his eyes, and the big knife in his hand swept out, and a golden light rushed out like a tide.

Thundered...... The rolling advance of the two golden torrents inevitably collided together, exploding a series of deafening roars, and the indestructible golden edge swept the heavens and the earth......

As an elder-level figure, he is naturally extremely arrogant and domineering, and he is not yet shocked by the power of the other party, and he also sacrifices the artistic conception of gold to block and resist.

The strong and strong of Jin's artistic conception collided, advancing and retreating, but the stalemate was made for a while. The purple-robed old man kept retreating backwards, obviously forced to fall into the wind, and the dragon spirit armor on his body was cut into thousands of holes in the raging attack of the Dao Golden Mang. With every step back, the hard ground was splashed with gravel and dust.

I thought that although he was only a little weaker, he was not so weak that he had no power to resist, but he didn't expect that there would be such a big gap between them in the same golden artistic conception, not only destroying his dragon spirit armor to a thousand holes, but also retreating dozens of steps in a row in embarrassment before he could stabilize his body.

The purple-robed old man's hair was flying, as if he could no longer maintain that calm mood, his eyes almost wanted to erupt fire, a scorching flame, booming from the surface of the body, the temperature around him suddenly increased by dozens of degrees, and a blazing heat wave made people suddenly feel dry.

"Flame Slashing King Knife!" The purple-robed old man held the knife in both hands, his eyes exuded a fiery killing intent, and with a slash, the air within dozens of meters seemed to be ignited at once, and instantly turned into a sea of flames, and the void seemed to be burned into distortion and chaos.

Seeing this, Yun Wuya also frowned, fire can melt gold, this common sense is well known. The way of life is a law of nature, and it cannot be reversed by man. Yun Wuya naturally would not be an exception, and at the same time as he dispersed the realm of gold, he quickly withdrew from the enveloping range of the sea of fire with a sliding step under his feet.

"It's going to be used so soon!" Yun Wuya looked at the purple-robed old man with a pair of ancient well-free eyes, as if he was watching a wolf vainly trying to shake the power of the divine dragon, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with faint disdain.