From the increasingly solemn expression of the old man in black, it can be seen that he seems to have restrained the last trace of contempt, the evil qi up and down his body is constantly steaming, and there is an incomparably sharp cold air flow in the void, and his eyes are bursting with a gloomy cold light, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Yun Wuya's hands were clasped behind his back, and he couldn't see any change in his mood from his indifferent eyes, except for the long shirt that was stirred by the wind, there was no strange breath coming out, and he could only read one word "cold" all over his body, like "cold" like snowfall in winter, as if it could cold everything in heaven and earth.

It's not that they don't want to take the lead, they just wait to find the best time to strike a thunderous blow.

The wind swept by, stirring the endless hairs and covering half of the face......

The old man in black raised his eyebrows slightly, what he was waiting for was this moment, this machine, the evil qi around his body suddenly gathered into an ink-like sword, containing bloody knife intent, breaking through the airflow of space. The next moment, the ink-like sword slashed down from the top gate of the cloudless sky, as fast as a poisonous snake.

One blow and three consecutive slashes, one left and one right split both shoulders and arms, but the third blow that fell head-on suddenly turned into a slash in the middle of the way, and went straight to Yun Wuya's neck and wiped horizontally, the angle was tricky and ruthless.

The timing of the black-clothed old man's attack was very exquisite, and he was decisive and ruthless, never giving the other party the slightest room to dodge and maneuver, and he was able to dodge the left and right slashes, but the slash to the neck was weird and tricky, and it was a sudden change of direction, which was unexpected, unguardable, and there was no time to avoid this killer blow.

It seems that intentionally or unintentionally, Yun Wuya lost the opportunity and fell into a desperate situation, perhaps it was just a trap to lure the enemy. Of course, no one thinks that this level of combat fighting, if the winner is divided between one move, it is too boring.

Everyone's judgment was not wrong, the moment the wind rose, Yun Wuya took advantage of the momentum to drum up his shoulder-length long hair and deliberately cover half of his face, if the other party couldn't catch this wonderful fighter, it would definitely be a peak powerhouse who had gained fame.

Every time a person makes a decision or choice, no matter how big or small, it is full of the characteristics and attributes of "gambling". Nine times out of ten, things in the world are unsatisfactory. If you think about it carefully, nine times out of ten you will lose the "bet", so you will feel unsatisfactory.

The fighter plane is fleeting, and it is impossible to analyze whether this is a trap, and the old man in black moved without thinking, because he is a real peak powerhouse, because he has self-confidence, even if it is a trap set by the other party, he will never give up this rare fighter easily.

"I'm sorry, your old opponent is not me!"

At the moment when the old man in black made a move, a joking voice sounded in his ears, and in the suddenly contracted pupils, there was a phantom flickering in the world under his eyes, fast to the limit, so fast that it seemed to be stationary, just like when the motor train was moving at high speed, and he couldn't feel its movement speed at all. Then, the target of the attack disappeared from sight completely.

Then, a creepy feeling told him that the extreme danger came from behind him, and the evil sword continued to fall, and he would be severely injured. So he gave up the attack without thinking, and chose to withdraw and drift away, and his body instantly turned into a smear of black smoke, leaving a string of ripples in the air.

Pulling away, the cold eyes of the old man in black looked around vigilantly, and the situation was like a hedgehog guarding against a surprise attack. The target of the previous attack seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, but in front of him, there was a graceful woman, dressed in a skirt like snow outlining the graceful curves of the vines. The light gauze covers the surface, and it is difficult to see the true face, only a pair of eyes as deep as stars can be seen, as if they can see through all nothingness.

Yun Wuya fought two battles in a row, facing opponents whose cultivation was only higher than him, not only did the spiritual power consumption almost bottom out, but there were also several secret injuries in the body, if he didn't adjust immediately, he would inevitably leave hidden dangers. In such a situation, Lu Suifeng naturally would not allow him to continue fighting, and the woman in white who appeared in the field at this time was Murong Qingshui, who was covered with a scarf.

"Intimidating people with evil spirits, and confusing people with illusions. Your old cultivation should be the way of evil qi, and you are practicing the illusion of the side door. The body moves are confusing, but they can switch between attack and defense in an instant, and there is no clear dividing line...... However, it is just a trick, and there are some evils, one is spied on, and it will definitely lose very badly, ugly, and even lose your own life. Murong Qingshui's voice was soft and gentle, but the corners of the old man's eyes twitched when he heard it.

"Hmph, so what?" the old man in black snorted coldly, "There is no absolutely evil practice in this world, only evil hearts. The old man's mind is extremely tenacious, how can he be confused by the words of your little girl?"

"Yes, the so-called gathering of things by like, the choice of cultivation exercises is related to one's character and character, at least this girl will not practice this kind of exercises that are contrary to the harmony of heaven. "Murong Qingshui is still faint and authentic, without a little fireworks.

"At a young age, he dares to talk about the way of heaven, how do you know that things are actually natural selection, the survival of the fittest, and the truth that the strong are respected? Forget it, the old man is not interested in educating people's hearts. The old man in black said impatiently: "In the eyes of the old man, there are only opponents, and there is no distinction between age and gender, so don't expect the old man to have pity for the jade and keep his hand a little." Watch out!"

As he spoke, his feet were three feet off the ground, and he raised his hand and slapped it out with a palm, the palm wind was strong, the air folded, and suddenly turned into a waning moon-like flow of evil energy, virtual and real, and radiated all over the four directions.

The sky is full of waning moon illusions, and each waning moon may deliver a fatal blow, making it difficult to accurately distinguish the authenticity from the fake for a while.

Murong Qingshui's figure slowly floated, his skirt fluttered like snow, his heart was like a clear mirror, and he was not clean, how could he be confused by the illusion, blindly go to see the moves, and fall into the rhythm of the other party's trajectory. The figure flickered and drifted, and it had swept out from the gap between the countless waning moon phantoms, ghostly shuttle, and on the way, pointing at the sword, a cyan arc of light was drawn in the air, straight towards the waist and abdomen of the old man in black.

Seeing that the other party could ignore the attack of the "Evil Breath Moon" and launch a counterattack at the same time, the face of the old man in black also showed obvious surprise, as if it was unexpected, but it was expected, the person who was qualified to fight on this occasion could not be an idle person, he didn't expect a tentative "Evil Spirit Moon" to easily hit the opponent.

The old man in black grinned solemnly, his wrist flickered, and the evil aura of the phantom moon was like a knife, and he had no intention of changing his tactics, but the phantom of the waning moon in the sky was retracted and closed.

There was a series of collisions and explosions in the air, and the blades and sword fingers clashed dozens of times between the flint and lightning, and these dozens of kills and collisions were just one move.

The old man in black suddenly took out a black iron shuttle that seemed to be the length of chopsticks, and the shuttle shot out like an aurora meteor, instantly penetrating the qi of the palm blade finger sword.

This evil aura remnant moon palm turned out to be just a killing move on the bright side, and that evil qi trick was a hidden deadly killing machine, even if they were equal in cultivation strength, they were bound to fall in this strange shuttle.

"Such a despicable Yin Damage Killing Move, it is really extremely evil, and it is simply shameful for cultivators in the world. Feng Susu snorted coldly with endless disdain.

"Alas, all the processes are like a mirror, passing through the clouds, and the result is the eternal aura. Yin Fengyue said with emotion.

"Yes, the heroic man who lies down will soon be forgotten, and the villain who stands should be looked up to by all. "Qingfeng is quiet.

The audience has a lot of discussions, the scale of right and wrong is in everyone's heart, the angle and direction of the station, the level is different, the difference in cognition is revealed, there is no need to be too persistent and serious.

Cultivator, sophistication! Whoever makes every move is not full of means and calculations, no one cares what killing techniques the opponent uses, all the processes are not important, the important thing is that the person can still stand, and he can continue to kill and fight, and this is the result he wants.

This kind of ever-changing situation, Murong Qingshui has experienced too much, and he found that the other party's moves have not been used every time, so he suddenly shrinks and changes his moves, and he faintly feels that there must be a mystery in it, and it is expected that there must be a hidden hand in it.

When the ghostly light flashed, her figure quickly drifted away, and she shot at the other party's face door with a finger, which was also unexpected.

The sharp finger wind swept in his face, and the figure of the old man in black turned sharply sideways, like a refracted streamer, and instantly broke away from the spot, deviating from the trajectory of Murong Qingshui's finger wind attack.

Murong Qingshui was annoyed by the other party's vicious methods, and he followed closely behind, and the finger wind on his hand popped out in a chain, and each finger wind qi could penetrate the rock and stone, and the flesh and blood could easily penetrate it.

"The girl is hateful! "The old man in black has never been forced into such an embarrassing situation since his debut, and he was chased and killed by someone close to him. Flashing left and right, the left and right hands were secretly superimposed, and one palm was pressed on the void in front of him.

The lawn under him exploded, and the dust of the grass and trees was splashed and overflowed, and every fine dust and grass clippings were filled with a sinister atmosphere, which could tear the skin and make people feel traumatic.

At the level of the Spirit God Realm, it is easy for this kind of fierce fighting to occur between each other, so this kind of face is also easy to see. Most of the spectators held their breath and watched the battle intently, trying not to let go of the slightest detail, and everyone benefited more or less from this battle.

The dust and grass clippings covered the sun and the sky, rushing to the face, completely covering the sight around Murong Qingshui, and the skirt like snow was broken and pierced by these inconspicuous dust grass clippings, fortunately, there was spiritual power to protect the body, otherwise it would really be injured by it.

Although the old man in black reversed the situation of being passively beaten, the black robe behind him was also torn by the opponent's fierce finger wind. The old man in black held back his breath, and his palms conjured up a palm shadow like a waning moon, and the bloody aura was vented for thousands of miles.