The Herb Fairy had no objection.

So the two sisters and brothers flew forward cautiously, because they wanted to hide their tracks, and the distance that was originally instantaneous took more than a cup of tea.

To Ling Xian's delight, the ancient altar was hidden in a primeval forest.

As far as the eye can see, there are towering ancient trees that have grown for thousands of years everywhere, with dense branches and leaves, which is very conducive to the two of them to hide their tracks.

Soon approached.

Even with Ling Xian's city mansion, he couldn't help but show a trace of nervousness on his face.

Because of the proximity, he didn't even dare to use the sound transmission technique, after all, the divine sense in the late Yuan Infant period was very powerful.

He gestured with his gaze like a grass fairy.

Four early primordial monks, two against one for each other.

That's right, the target of the two's sneak attack was not the Cloud City Lord, but the weaker early stage cultivator.

Without him, the success rate of sneaking up on the weak is naturally higher.

Cut off his arms and cut off his wings, as long as these four people are hanged, the city lord in the clouds will not want to escape.

The two of them had a clear goal, and each chose an opponent, and Ling Xian chose the old man in a green robe on the left, and the cuffs of his clothes were embroidered with a cloud.

As for the Herb Fairy, she didn't make any special choices, and randomly picked the one that was closer to her.

The atmosphere in the air became solemn.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out!

However, at this moment, the city lord in the clouds suddenly turned his head, as if he had found something, but there were some doubts between his eyebrows, as if he couldn't be sure.

"Not good!"

Ling Xian secretly screamed in his heart.

Since the other party is suspicious, any further delay will expose his tracks.

Without further ado, he immediately attacked.

The Thousand Jiao Knife emerged from the sleeve of his coat and flew forward with astonishing power.

The Herb Fairy moved almost at the same time. In the sound of coquettishness, a flying sword galloped, as if teleporting, just released one moment, and the next moment it came in front of the enemy.

The woman wearing the hat was shocked, and she had just found out that something was wrong and was on the line of life and death.

There was a look of wonder and fear on his face.

But there was no time to hide. There was no time to drive the magic weapon or dodge anything, and the blood flowers rose into the sky, and the head had been removed.

There was still a look of disbelief on her face, but then, even Yuan Ying didn't have time to escape, and the sword light took a turn and pierced through her dantian.

On the other side, the opponent who was picked by Ling Xian couldn't get much better.

Change in haste, he can say. It's already in a hurry, but it's a treasure in the shape of a scimitar to sacrifice the magic weapon.

Get in front of you.

As long as you block a little, you can buy time for yourself, and the lord of the castle can also come to the rescue.

The wishful thinking played well, but the next moment, his eyes widened, but when he heard a click come to his ears, the blue light flashed. The scimitar he had offered was cut in half.

The old man in the green robe was dumbfounded.

At this time, he had already seen clearly who was attacking, and the other party's cultivation was only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant. is sharper than himself, how can he be in such a situation?

This thought was like lightning and fire, but the next moment, the Qianjiao knife pierced through his dantian hole, and Ling Xian's shot was much more ruthless than that of the Hundred Herb Fairy.

One hit kills, and there will be no chance to let the opponent's Yuan Infant take away.

The whole process is full of ups and downs. Almost in the blink of an eye, the two early Yuan Infant monks were gone.

A roar came into his ears, and the middle-aged man who was about to crack his eyes could no longer maintain the demeanor of a king, and with a flick of his sleeve robe, a golden light appeared **** from his sleeve. The wind was galloping, like the closest Ling Immortal flying away.

The angry blow of the monk in the late Yuan Infant period could not be underestimated, but Ling Xian had just sacrificed the Thousand Jiao Sword, and at this time, it was too late to summon it back.

"Brother!"

The Hundred Herb Fairy was also shocked, and had the heart to help, but it was far away from quenching the thirst, and a trace of madness flashed in Ling Xian's eyes.

didn't dodge, with a crackling sound coming to his ears, he actually punched it like the golden light.

"This ......"

The Hundred Grass Fairy exclaimed, and the face of the City Lord in the clouds was full of sneers.

I've seen bold immortal cultivators, but I've never seen anyone so bold.

In the early days of the first infant, he dared to pick up his treasures with his bare hands, is this the old birthday star hanging, is he tired of being alive?

Rumble!

A loud bang came into his ears, and Ling Xian's fist was wrapped in flames and arcs, even so, he still couldn't resist it, he only felt a majestic force, irresistible, and the whole person flew out diagonally.

The blood in his chest was surging, and the surface of his fist was even more bloody, even if he stimulated the blood of the giant, coupled with the power of thunder and lightning contained in the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Fire and the Thousand Jiao Knife, he still had to resist the hateful blow of the Great Monk.

But Ling Xian's performance was already staggering, don't forget, he came with his bare hands, and if he was another immortal cultivator, even if he was in the late Yuan Infant period, he would never dare to do so.

It was the lord of the immortal city, and his expression became solemn.

After missing a blow, he didn't attack, but suspended in mid-air: "Who are the two Taoist friends, who are they without injustice or hatred, why do you want to sneak attack me?"

"You...... You are Ling Xian, and you have also arrived at this interface. ”

Before the two of them could reply, a heart-rending sound came into their ears first, Chen Feiyun's face was full of incredulity, but the expression of anger was even more, as early as when Luoyun Mountain, he hated Ling Xian to the bone, and he wanted to refine his soul, but at that time, he didn't have enough strength.

Now that things have changed, his hatred for Ling Xian has not only not diminished slightly, but has turned into regret.

He is now an immortal cultivator in the Jindan stage, and most of that Ling kid is still in the Martial Kingdom, but it is a pity that it is difficult to go back, otherwise he must be tortured well.

This is the biggest regret of his life!

He often sighed for it, but he didn't expect that at this moment, Ling Xian appeared in front of him, and he had become the ancestor of the Yuanying Generation, and the depression and resentment in his heart could be imagined.

"Feiyun, do you know this fellow Daoist?"

The city lord in the clouds frowned, he asked himself that he had no grievances with the two people in front of him, and he had never even seen it, why did the other party make such a big move, could it be that this righteous son was in trouble?

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of disgust.

The physique of this kid's Nine Spirit Sword Body is indeed enviable, but his heart is too poor, except for causing trouble, he can't do anything, and he doesn't practice hard, this kind of character is destined to be difficult to become a big thing.

Back then, was his decision to recognize him as a righteous son?

Before this thought could be turned, Chen Feiyun's voice had already reached his ears: "Father-in-law, this person is Ling Xian, my great enemy, I didn't expect him to come to this realm too, no matter what today, I must not let him go." (To be continued.) )