To be honest, I really admire the mentality of Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe.
How long has it been since then, and they still have the heart to fight.
On the other hand, Lingxi and I never stopped looking at San Bo.
The four clones transformed by the short old man were shot to pieces by San Bo's eyebrows and his eyes, and were shattered into pieces without any chance of getting close.
Its body disappeared again without a trace.
Sanbo stopped holding his sword and said sternly: "You are connected to the fate of the three mountains, how long can you hide?"
"You really think I can't find you?"
"It's hard to see with the naked eye, but the sword spirit is intentional. You are a spirit body, and the sword spirit is also a spirit body."
"You want to play, what if I play with you for a while."
"Buzz."
The Taixuan Sword was thrown into the air by San Bo, who made seals with both hands and remained calm and concentrated.
In just four or five breaths, the Taixuan Sword suddenly pierced a big tree on the right side of the mountain top.
The figure of a short old man lurked out of the debris-filled sky.
"Well done." Sanbo roared loudly, and eighteen black chess pieces flew out of his sleeves.
When it landed on the ground, it suddenly turned into eighteen small black flags.
Immediately afterwards, San Bo tore off a handful of hair from his head and threw it on top of each small black flag.
Oddly enough, the strands of hair are weightless, floating on the top of the flag as if they are firmly entangled with roots.
"Sealing Spirit."
Sanbo's right leg was stretched across the ground, and the yellow talisman in his palm was flicked into the center of the eighteen small flags.
The strands of hair began to burn, and the firelight was absorbed by the rotating flag.
The short old man who was about to land saw that something was wrong, so he turned around and fled towards the waterfall.
"Tai Xuan Sword." San Bo pulled his right hand, and his sword intent cut across the waterfall.
The short old man was forcibly blocked and had to retreat.
At this moment, eighteen small black flags soared into the sky, with tens of thousands of black silk threads drilled out of them.
"Sleepy."
The third uncle raised his palms to the sky and quickly closed them.
The countless silk threads wrapped around the short old man were endless and became thicker and thicker.
Following San Bo's movements, eighteen small flags were tied to the short old man's body, and the fire was raging.
"The little spirit sealing formation also wants to trap me?" The short old man's face was ferocious, and the black scales covering his body suddenly turned up.
"呲呲呲."
The black lines were cut by sharp scales, but soon, new black lines were added to the flag.
The cycle is endless and endless.
The third uncle laughed and said: "The Spirit-Sealing Formation is naturally not enough to capture you, and I don't expect to be able to defeat you with the formation."
"But as long as the Spirit Sealing Array can hold you back for a moment, you will have no choice but to die."
"Once your luck dries up, all your reliance will be wiped out."
"Don't even think about it." The short old man's narrow eyes were almost split open, and his figure swelled, trying to escape as quickly as possible.
Sanbo stopped talking nonsense and took advantage of the short old man's temporary trap to stab him with the Taixuan Sword.
"Ding."
The upturned black scales once again covered the short old man's body, like invulnerable armor, making it impossible for the Taixuan Sword to move forward even half an inch.