The eyes of the two looked at each other, and they both saw the perseverance contained in each other's eyes, and the other party was by no means persuasive in words, so they didn't bother anymore, cultivating the immortal world, and always the strong were respected.

A sneer appeared at the corner of the mouth of the two-headed and four-armed ancient demon, and his figure disappeared from the spot after a slight blur.

Shrinking the ground!

It is even more skillful than Ling Xian's use.

Ling Xian's gaze was still very accurate, this demon was also a well-known figure in the existence of the same level, otherwise he would not be valued by the Demon Moon Princess and sent to perform such an important task.

The next moment, the spatial fluctuations rose suddenly, and the other party had already appeared behind Ling Xian.

However, Ling Xian was also an immortal cultivator who had been through a hundred battles, and he had a lot of experience in fighting techniques, so he turned his head at an extremely fast speed.

The eyes of the two met again, and this time the ancient demon's expression was full of sarcasm.

Quick response?

But so what?

The monk is physically fragile.

With him, can he stop his own move?

Thinking of this, the corners of the ancient demon's mouth showed a hint of pride.

As soon as the corners of his mouth cracked, dense fist shadows swarmed up, and as soon as he struck, he was killing, even if he couldn't finish the battle, he had to hit this great monk hard.

It's a very simple trick, but with the body of the ancient demon who is stronger than the demon clan, it is full of murderous intent.

If you change an immortal cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period, most of them will fall.

However, Ling Xian couldn't figure it out with common sense.

He didn't hide at all, and he didn't sacrifice the treasure, because it was too late.

Ling Xian's right hand was raised, his five fingers slightly curled, and he danced forward.

Suddenly, dense claw shadows emerged.

Heavenly Phoenix Divine Claw!

Boom!

The ancient demon's expression was visibly stunned, and then the claw and fist shadow collided violently in the void.

And that's just the beginning.

In the next moment, Ling Xian was covered in blue light, and his body suddenly became more than ten times larger, turning into a strong man with a height of seven or eight feet.

The ancient demon's body was also majestic, but compared to the giant after Ling Xian became bigger, it was suddenly insignificant.

Then Ling Xian didn't say a word, and punched like the opponent's head.

Of course, this is not a so-called giant technique, but the divine blood of the ancient giant is stimulated, of course, because of the urgency of time, Ling Xian only excites a little, otherwise, it can become a hundred zhang square circle.

But Rao is like this, the divine power of the ancient giant is also staggering, and the ancient demon was caught off guard and was immediately knocked away by a punch.

Rumble!

First there was a loud bang, then a crackling crash.

I don't know how many buildings this demon destroyed along the way, and this punch directly shattered one of his heads.

In the case of a human immortal cultivator, such an injury has fallen, but this demon stood up as if nothing happened.

"Yes, yes, your strength, looking at the three thousand worlds, is also a rare powerhouse, no wonder my subordinates, tried their best, but they were still killed by you, unfortunately, you shouldn't have met me. ”

"Long-winded!"

Ling Xian was not in the mood to listen to him talk too much here, and with a flick of his robe, a shocking rainbow flew over from far and near.

The light converged, but it was a flying sword with a simple shape.

No, it's not a flying sword, it's a long knife, as thin as a cicada's wings, exuding a forest aura.

"Hurry!"

Ling Xian pointed out, and the Qianjiao knife was sharp, slashing the other party's head fiercely.

A look of hideousness flashed in the demon's eyes.

In the two battles just now, not only did he fail to hit Ling Xian hard, but he suffered a lot, and in addition to being shocked, where did he dare to despise it in the slightest.

What's more, as an ancient demon in the late Yuan Infant period, he was also a strong man who had experienced a hundred battles, so as soon as his four arms were raised, different weapons appeared in his palms.

They are swords, guns, swords, halberds, and have different shapes, but the same feature is that the surface of these four weapons is surrounded by endless demonic energy.

Then the four arms of the ancient demon danced wildly.

Suddenly, the whole sky was dark, filled with swords and swords.

And faintly condensed into the shape of a small mountain, crashing like a thousand knives.

Crush!

The ancient demon sacrificed four different magic treasures, trying to fight more and less.

However, Ling Xian turned a blind eye, and the Thousand Jiao Knife was still like a long whale taking water, slashing at the front.

Soon he crashed into the sword and the shadow of the sword condensed into a hill.

Thorn ......

In a flash of blue light, the hill was easily split in half.

The sword light continued to slash like an ancient demon, and in order to refine this treasure, he had worked hard to achieve it.

The divine power of the Thousand Jiao Knife is not something that the four magic treasures can be blocked by winning more.

A hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of Ling Xian's mouth.

Full of hope that the Qianjiao Knife can cut off another head of the ancient demon, no matter how tenacious the other party's vitality is, in that case it will inevitably be death.

The ancient demon could see it clearly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that the Qianjiao Knife was no more than a foot away from him, he was about to slash off on the head, and the demon's face flashed, and suddenly opened the mouth of the blood basin, and a circle of black shockwaves blurted out, covering the Qianjiao Knife that was close at hand.

I don't know what kind of secret technique this is, with the sharpness of the Qianjiao Knife, it was actually fixed in mid-air all of a sudden, and it spun around, even if Ling Xian sent out a divine thought, he couldn't control it to fall forward.

A strange color flashed in Ling Xian's eyes, but he didn't know that the ancient demon was also taken aback at this time.

The magic skill just now was one of his most powerful secret techniques, and it would even consume a lot of vitality when used once, but it was also extremely powerful.

Once an ordinary treasure is hit by this sonic arcane technique, it will crack and lose its spirituality, or it will turn into powder on the spot.

After so many years, I have never missed, but I am ......

Where did this kid come from, the strength of the human monk is obviously not as good as the ancient demon, why is he so strong.

Before this thought could be turned, the sound of the dragon chanting and the phoenix chirping came into his ears again.

He raised his head in some shock, and saw Ling Xian raising his hands.

The right hand was enveloped in golden flames, while the left hand was haunted by pale cyan arcs.

The majesty is incomparable, as if the heavenly immortals have descended to the earth.

What's even more incredible is that the flames converged in the middle, and a golden phoenix appeared in sight.

On the other side, a crackling arc wrapped around the package, and soon, a living dragon also appeared in the air.

The whole process is complicated, but in fact, it is only a fleeting effort.

Then Ling Xian put his hands together in front of his chest, and suddenly the dragon roared loudly, and the dragon composed of the golden fire phoenix and the cyan divine thunder scrambled to rush over like an ancient demon.

The speed is extremely fast, and it is close in front of you in the blink of an eye.

A fierce look flashed across the Old Demon's face.

There are words in his mouth, and his four arms are also waving repeatedly.

With his movements, a huge Dharma Aspect condensed out from behind him.

With a human face, tiger feet, hideous and vicious, with fangs like wild boars, this is a sling. (To be continued.) )