The faces of the two were like dirt, and the unreal feeling was like a dream.

The hunter becomes the prey.

The shadow of death shrouded them, but they didn't dare to flee from the wind, otherwise, they would only fall faster.

On the side, Princess Mingxiang's eyes also widened.

Both are from the country of Wu.

The reunion of the old people has already made people happy, but unexpectedly, Ling Xian also showed an amazing strength.

Jindan late stage!

How did he cultivate?

Looking at the Three Realms, throughout the present and the ancient, I have never heard of anyone who can cultivate so quickly.

What's more, the third senior brother is also a character who survived the second heavenly tribulation, and his strength is not bad, if he is another Jindan ancestor, where can he have the ability to give him seconds?

On the one hand, there was a mixture of surprise and anger, and on the other hand, it was an unexpected surprise, and the expressions of the three of them were extremely complicated, but soon, the gray-robed old man calmed down.

Regret has no use.

It's been so far, is it possible that begging for mercy will let the other party let him go?

No way.

Since the two sides are already enemies, that is the end of non-death, and the so-called opening the bow without turning back is this truth.

The old man's expression turned cold, and he quickly took out a spirit talisman from the storage bag and gently patted it off the wound.

Burst......

The light flickered, and the blood from the wound immediately stopped gushing out.

Then he flicked his robe, and the clanging sound was loud, and the old man had already sacrificed his natal magic weapon, which was actually a double-edged axe that was a long one.

This guy is extremely thin, but he didn't expect to use such a heavy weapon.

A hint of surprise flashed on Ling Xian's face, but he heard the old man's voice coming into his ears: "Senior Sister Liu, what are you still hesitating about, now it's either you die or I live, this kid is just a Jindan stage immortal cultivator, you and I join forces." There may not be a single chance of winning. ”

"Could it be that you want to tie your hands!"

Such as the head stick to drink.

The beautiful woman in the palace costume suddenly came to her senses.

She was just frightened by Ling Xian's fierce supernatural powers, but as the saying goes, ants still steal life, how could she, as a dignified Jindan stage immortal cultivator, surrender without a fight?

The woman's sleeved robe flicked, and suddenly two crystals flew out of her sleeves.

Ling Xian could see it clearly. It was a treasure in the shape of two willow leaf flying knives, and it was like it had been chopped by itself.

The gray-robed old man was overjoyed, biting the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed towards the magic weapon above his head.

The sound of "bang" turned into a blood mist, and it was quickly completely absorbed by the huge double-edged battle axe, and then the body size soared, and the illusion of the sky was transformed, and the sharp giant axe slashed towards Ling Xian.

The momentum is amazing.

It is worthy of the same door. The attack was very tacit, and almost instantly, it formed a front and back attack on Ling Xian.

And there is no reservation.

Obviously, they also knew that Ling Xian was not easy to mess with, so if they wanted to finish the battle, it was best to be able to kill Ling Xian here like a quick knife.

It's a pity that the idea is good, how can Ling Xian be so easy to deal with?

Facing the treasures that the two of them flew by, Ling Xian didn't have the slightest fear on his face. Just reach out and pat it on the waist.

A flash of inspiration. In front of him, a black ring suddenly appeared.

The shape of this ring is quaint, and at first glance it is not ordinary.

Ling Xian grabbed it, and then threw it towards the other party.

The yin wind was miserable, and the ring turned into a dark demonic qi and swept towards the other party.

"What kind of treasure is this?"

The old man and the beautiful woman in the palace. They were all a little stunned, but they didn't have time to change anything, and their treasures came into contact with the black qi.

Rumble!

A loud bang came to his ears, and the black gas was suddenly scattered in all directions.

So easy to break the enemy. There was no joy on the face of the gray-robed old man, he was also in the late stage of Jindan, and he was extremely experienced in fighting with people.

It's not so easy to fool.

He had already seen Ling Xian's strength, it didn't make sense that the secret magic power was so outrageous, but the magic weapon was vulnerable, this was unreasonable.

A bad premonition came to my heart......

Sure enough, before this thought could be turned, all the illusory shadows of the giant axe disappeared without a trace, and even the body of this treasure was extremely dim and became shaky.

"How is that possible?"

The old man's eyes widened, and on the side, the experience of the beautiful woman in the palace costume was also similar, and the demonic qi that had been scattered and splashed quickly gathered and trapped their treasures.

The two of them were furious, desperately urging the mana, but found that it was not of much use at all, and the divine sense connection between themselves and the magic weapon was blocked by a layer of invisible power, although it was not completely cut off, but the connection became very weak.

You must know that the reason why monks can drive treasures is because of the connection between divine consciousness, and once this point is affected, saying an unkind word is like a tiger having its claws removed.

The magic weapon was trapped, and the two of them couldn't even break free from the spell casting, and they couldn't help but feel anxious, but Ling Xianxian raised his right hand at this time.

"Not good!"

The two of them were shocked and fled left and right in unison.

Senior Brother Yun had fallen like this just now, and they were afraid and afraid of Ling Xian's killing.

"Bang!"

However, flying out of Ling Xian's fingers, it was just an ordinary beam of light, no matter the speed or strength, there was no version comparable to the stunt just now.

It's not the same at all.

Not to mention that the gray-robed old man in the late stage of Jindan is a palace beauty in the middle stage, and he can easily accept such a spell if he asks himself.

The other party is simply bluffing.

However, before this thought could be turned, Ling Xian raised his hand, and another beam of the same light flew out.

The two of them were shocked, and they were still scattered as birds and beasts, and quickly dodged, after all, they didn't dare to risk their own lives.

Next, Ling Xian stretched out his fingers to connect the dots, and one after another beams of light scattered out, and the other party dodged every time, they didn't think that Ling Xian could only use such a stunt once, but he still said that he didn't dare to take risks.

Don't look at these attacks, they are fake every time, but in case, if they suddenly come and are real, if you don't hide, won't you bury your little life here?

Both of them are immortal cultivators in the Jindan period, and the truth of the virtual is real, and the truth of the real is not known, but they are really frightened by the stunt of Ling Xian Mo Lingzhuan, and the natal magic weapon is trapped again, so they are becoming more and more cautious.

However, the gray-robed old man didn't pay attention, as he dodged the scattered beams of light, he was getting closer and closer to Ling Xian.

Of course, this was all Ling Xian's intention, guiding him to get closer to him.

Soon, the distance between the two has shrunk from more than 100 zhang to less than one-fifth.

Ling Xian was overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth revealed a hint of murderous aura.

The figure was slightly blurred, and he displayed the "Thousand Illusion Body Method", and with the improvement of his strength, the tossing and turning of this divine power in a short distance has reached an amazing point, compared to teleportation, it is not inferior, and even surpassing. (To be continued.) )