With his concentration disturbed, it was obviously too late for Suning to use Wudian's secret technique "Ten Thousand Swords Slash".
He had no choice but to resort to the third move of "Four Symbols of Condensing Sword", "Suzaku East Coming", and was forced to defend.
It was intended to weaken Shangguan Yan's attack and prevent him from approaching again.
"Uh-huh."
The sword energy surged, and in conjunction with his mind, he formed a huge fiery red net in mid-air.
The shadows of swords intertwined inside, and a wave of heat rushed over.
"broken."
Pointing his finger up in the air, the immortal power all over his body suddenly burst out.
The giant net shrank rapidly under Suning's control, and instantly turned into a crimson bird that was about to fly.
Shangguan showed disdain on his temples, smashed the stone hammer down and said: "You are just a middle-grade immortal, how dare you show off your evil here?"
"If this is the biggest killer move you regard as your trump card, then you will definitely lose today."
"呲呲呲."
Silver snakes flew, and hammer nails stirred up tens of thousands of golden star points on the surface of the void.
"Chirp."
The redbird crows and spreads its wings.
What followed was the monstrous wave of fire spreading boundlessly.
It illuminated Leyang City in the dark night, and at the same time shocked the practitioners watching the battle below to retreat.
"This kid..."
Someone was stroking his burnt hair in embarrassment, cursing: "In the end, it was just one move that made me lose because I had not yet condensed my natal immortal weapon."
"One is at the fifth level of a true immortal, and the other is promoted to the seventh level of a true immortal by virtue of his natal immortal weapon."
"The gap between the two realms cannot be made up for by his unusually strong mind."
"Hey, it's an injustice to lose."
Shaking his head repeatedly, the gentle-looking middle-aged man seemed to feel sorry for Suning.
But the next moment, a big old hand patted his left shoulder and asked with a hint of ridicule: "Do you think Suning will lose?"
The middle-aged man turned around cautiously, looked at the old man in gray robe behind him, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, and suddenly asked in confusion: "Are you talking to me?"
The old man responded with a kind smile that was harmless to humans and animals and said: "A gamble?"
Without waiting for the middle-aged man to respond, he said to himself: "Three moves, Suning will win without using three moves."
"Shangguan Yan may not die, but he will definitely not be much better."
"Either your cultivation is ruined and you become a complete useless person. Or you have deep inner demons and you have no hope of breaking through in this life."
"The old man just came down from the mountain not long ago, and he is short of some money for food and wine."
"In this case, we won't bet too much, how about one hundred thousand mid-grade immortal crystals?"
As he spoke, he generously took out a low-grade Qiankun bag and said, "How many of them?"
The middle-aged man let go of his mind and understood it at a glance, and immediately his eyes lit up and said: "Are you sure you will win if you bet on Suning? Not Shangguan Yan?"
The old man in gray robe grinned and said cheerfully: "You are not deaf, so you heard it right."
"I have been helping people choose coffins for a lifetime, and one hundred thousand middle-grade immortal crystals are the coffins I prepared for myself."
"Whether you live your old age in peace and comfort, or live the rest of your life alone and helpless, it all depends on this."
"Whoosh."
Unable to refuse, he threw out the Qiankun bag and said: "Here, you will keep the bet, do you dare?"
The middle-aged man beamed with joy, happily took the big pie that "fell from the sky", and said without thinking: "I bet."
In his view, Suning's defeat is an indisputable fact.
Whether he can survive the current move is a question, so where are the three moves?
One hundred thousand middle-grade immortal crystals that I got for free, don’t you want them for free?
Thinking of this, he quickly looked up at the defensive formation in the sky and locked his eyes on Suning.
"Failure, must be defeated."
"No matter life or death, I will decide on these 100,000 middle-grade immortal crystals."
Viciously, he stuffed the bet into his spacious armhole with an expression of determination.
The old man in gray robe who prided himself on carrying the coffin chuckled and said: "I have decided to leave, and I am willing to admit defeat."
"If you lose, you have to pay me a lot of money."
The middle-aged man clenched his hands and said decisively: "No, I will not lose."
"Boom."
Within the formation, the sound of an explosion that penetrated the clouds and cracked rocks suddenly sounded.
