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Thorn ......

It was right on his shoulder.

However, it was a great light, and the sound of gold and iron echoing came to the ears.

The corners of the middle-aged Confucian student's mouth showed a sneer, don't look at his perverse personality, but in his bones, he is very cautious.

Inside the clothes, there is also a layer of soft armor.

And this armor has a good history, not only is it lightweight, but its defensive power is also comparable to the top treasure, and it is by no means something that a Monomorphic God Monk can easily break.

However, before this thought could be turned, his smug expression froze, and turned to disbelief and pain.

Blood splattered out, and his left arm was gone.

On the other side, Ling Xian's figure reappeared in the void, and all the treasures he sacrificed had turned into mortal iron and fell from the void.

However, what was destroyed was only the treasure, Ling Xian himself, but there was no damage at all, in this battle, who won and who lost, it was obvious.

The middle-aged Confucian screamed miserably, but Ling Xian showed a faster reaction and speed than him.

The figure was slightly blurred, and it disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, the space next to the severed hand fluctuated, and Ling Xian flashed silently, his right hand raised, and he pointed at the severed arm.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came to his ears, and the severed hand suddenly burst open and turned into a blood mist.

"I'm going to drain your soul and refine your soul!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's resentful voice came into his ears, and his face was full of rage, until now, he couldn't believe that he would actually be injured in the hands of a god mole ant.

His eyes turned red all of a sudden, and with a roar of rage, he grabbed Ling Xian with one hand, and the sneer reached his ears, and from his palms, countless arcs of electricity ejected, connecting and shuttling, turning into a trace of net-like treasures, like Ling Xian falling on his head.

Ling Xian could see it clearly, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and with a flick of his sleeve robe, there was a loud crackling sound, and countless arcs of electricity were also ejected from his sleeve.

However, unlike what the other party had released, the arc that Ling Xian had driven was cyan.

"Xuantian Divine Thunder!"

The middle-aged Confucian student's pupils shrank, and his face showed disbelief, but he could only watch as the arc of electricity released by himself was engulfed by the divine thunder, and then Ling Xian's figure was slightly blurred, and he had fled dozens of zhang away.

The green light rose all over his body, rolled up the unconscious girl next to him, and flew to the far side of the sky.

"Damn, you can't escape!"

The middle-aged Confucian student's face was full of resentment, and he immediately disappeared without saying a word, and suddenly turned into a black rainbow and walked away, just a flash, and he was hundreds of feet away, chasing after him.

He hated Ling Xian to the bone in his heart.

And Ling Xianxian didn't know that the other party would never let him go.

In the few fights just now, don't look at Ling Xian's dominance, and even cut off one of the opponent's hands, but that was unexpected, Tongxuan Ancestor has been able to touch the laws of heaven and earth, and his own strength, although it is far better than that of immortal cultivators of the same level, but if he wants to leapfrog the challenge, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky.

If the other party is serious, he will not have more than 20% chance of winning.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Knowing that there were not many chances of winning, with Ling Xian's steady character, of course he would not be hot-headed for a while, and now he was stupid to find the other party desperately.

What he has to do now is endure.

Anyway, he has already cut off one of the opponent's arms, even if he is a Tongxuan Ancestor, if he wants to cut off his limb and continue, he has to pay a heavy price.

In other words, Ling Xian didn't suffer a loss now, but it was the old monster of the Xuan Stage who was angry.

The other party wanted to take revenge and refine his soul, Ling Xian naturally wouldn't let him get his way, feeling that the other party was chasing him, Ling Xian was full of light, increasing his speed to the fastest.

He is now in the late stage of transforming into a god, and the strength of his supernatural powers is far from being comparable to that of monks of the same level, and the light of his transformation flashed, one moment he was obviously still on this side of the sky, and the next moment he was strangely out of a hundred miles away.

With such a speed, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is thousands of miles in an instant, but this time the enemy is the Xuan Ancestor, this realm has been able to touch the laws of heaven and earth, and the light that has been transformed is not inferior to Ling Xian at all.

Six of one and half a dozen of the other!

The two of them chased one after the other, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, and Ling Xian tried his best to maintain a distance of about 100 miles between the two.

But with their strength, this gap is obviously not enough.

Ling Xian cast a Thousand Illusion Body Spell supplemented by a spell that shrunk the ground into inches, and in a short period of time, the distance between the two sides could be further extant.

However, neither of these powers can be used for a long time, so they will soon be caught up by the other party.

What to do?

Two hours later, Ling Xian found that there was no way to get rid of the other party, and he couldn't help but feel quite helpless in his heart.

can't get out, do you really want to fight with this mysterious old monster?

No, by surprise, you may be able to barely take the lead, but if you really want to fight honestly, the chances of winning are really slim!

The odds are slim!

However, the truth is that this is true, it is too difficult to get rid of the other party's divine sense lock, Ling Xian along the way, although he kept changing directions, it was not of much use.

As an old monster in the Tongxuan realm, if the divine sense is released with all its might, it can almost lock on to every grass and tree within a radius of thousands of miles.

No matter what, it is impossible for you to run that far in one go, in other words, constantly changing direction can only become an expedient measure, more or less, to create some trouble for the other party.

Ling Xian thought as he ran.

Another reason why he is reluctant to stop and fight the other party is that he is not alone at the moment, and there is a seriously injured companion who needs to be taken care of.

Although Ling Xian didn't know what the origin of this mysterious girl was, the grace of dripping water and the reciprocation of springs were his character.

If it weren't for this woman's help and the precious time she had gained, let alone breaking through the bottleneck in the later stage of the transformation of the gods, she might have gone mad now because she was disturbed from her practice.

From this point of view, it is not wrong to say that this woman has the grace to save her life.

If he doesn't escape, stay and compete with the Tongxuan Ancestor, not to mention the victory or defeat, he will definitely not be able to take care of this seriously injured and unconscious companion anymore, and with the strength of the two, once the fight starts, it will definitely move mountains and seas, this woman is now in a coma, once she is affected by the aftermath of the fight, seven or eight times out of ten will be gone.

Therefore, whether it was for himself or for his companions, Ling Xian could not win or lose with the other party.

But today's feud is settled, once he advances to the Tongxuan period, he must let this guy repay it a hundredfold, a thousandfold. (To be continued.) )