The man in green was Linghu Heng. He was standing on the roof of a building in front of the mountain gate, watching the fierce battle in front of him with cold eyes. When he heard the old voice say this, his heart moved slightly and he said casually: "You also remember
Old Taoist priest?"
The voice laughed "hehe" twice and said: "When I came to fight your bullshit Ancient Sword Sect, everyone saw me killing everyone in all directions, and they all ran away without a trace. Only he knew that he couldn't beat me and still tried to stop me.
Shi Shi is kind-hearted and doesn't argue with him. But it can be seen that he has not been idle in the past forty years and has made great progress in cultivation, otherwise he would not be able to teach a boy like you."
Linghu Heng sneered and said, "You will let your opponent go? What a big joke!"
The voice seemed to have been stepped on, and said angrily: "It's not like I don't have compassion. What's the big deal if I let one or two go?"
Linghu Heng didn't believe it at all and just sneered. The voice lowered and said: "I didn't kill him at that time, wasn't it because your bullshit leader came out? Hey, he really fought hard with me, and his cultivation level is almost the same as everyone else's
, of course I can’t beat him if I try my best.”
Linghu Heng also guessed: "So you were thrown into the Demonic Abyss?"
The voice fell silent for a while and said: "But I still admire that awesome guy. He still has such a hot temper despite his age. Isn't it just a secret? Hand it over and I'll leave immediately. I have to fight to the death, so why bother...
…”
Linghu Heng ignored him. He could think with his toes that he must have made rude remarks and then massacred everyone. The Ancient Sword Sect became angry and the whole sect resisted, and finally they were all destroyed.
At this time, the fighting in the field became more intense. Wu Zhen's side was a little better. After all, Feng Zhen's magic weapon had been destroyed, and his combat effectiveness had dropped by more than one level. But the old Taoist priest was having a hard time. What did Xiao Li say?
He is also a person who has entered the Mahayana stage. Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Daoist is just crossing the void stage. As time goes by, the gap in cultivation becomes apparent.
At this moment, Taoist Taoist Silence was not at a disadvantage, but it was obvious that he could not stop the mysterious "Ghost Demon Ming Huo Jian". In addition, Xiao Li's fists and kicks were not good at it, and he had the evil reputation of "Heavenly Demon Palm".
Remarkably, even if Xiao Li had no weapons, he could still resist the Taoist Taoist's fairy sword.
In fact, the most puzzling thing is that Yang Xianyang is actually at a disadvantage! The Blood Demon is like a killing machine, it has no pain at all, is invulnerable to swords, and is not afraid of water and fire. For a while, Yang Xianyang was forced to retreat, and the black gold border
There were several blood stains on the Taoist robe, and black blood flowed out from the blood stains. The nails of this blood demon actually contained poison!
Seeing Yang Xianyang in such miserable condition, Linghu Heng's heart tumbled for a while. The scene four years ago was imprinted in his mind, and he was full of hatred for Yang Xianyang's unwillingness to save him, but when he thought that he was Yang Zhishuang's grandfather,
But he couldn't hate it in his heart. Thinking of the ardent expectations he had for himself when he first started, it felt like yesterday. For a moment, Linghu Heng looked at Yang Xianyang, who was already faltering, and was filled with emotion in his heart.
At this time, the voice said: "Hey, boy, who is the person who fought with your master? When did this person appear in our holy sect?"
Linghu Heng didn't believe that he couldn't recognize him. Xiao Li had a Nether Ring on his hand that was unique to the Demon Sect's master. It was the Demon Sect's master's token. Linghu Heng said coldly: "He is not a member of your Demon Sect."
Lord? Are you, an old boy, too dazzled to see? Or are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease and can't remember clearly?"
The voice unexpectedly did not argue with Linghu Heng, but said eagerly: "What? He... is the sect master? Then... where is Gang'er?"
Linghu Heng didn't answer him, because he was about to take action!
At this moment, Yang Xianyang felt a numbness all over his body, and the toxins had spread all over his body. If he persisted, he would be invaded by the toxins in his heart for a moment and a half at most. At that time, even Daluo Jinxian could not save him. But he did not
Choice, no one in the Ancient Sword Sect can stop the Blood Demon. He can only hold on for as long as he can.
Yang Xianyang smiled bitterly in his heart: "Perhaps dying like this is the true sorrow of being a leader, right?"
The Blood Demon didn't slow down his attack because Yang Xianyang's moves slowed down. Instead, he punched harder with each punch. Once hit by him, he would definitely catch him with his backhand. Even if he could struggle out, he would be caught for five seconds.
There are blood marks; if you can't struggle out, it will be a bloody scene torn apart by him alive...
Yang Xianyang's reaction was already slow. The blood demon man's heavy fist hit the fairy sword, making a "clang, clang, clang" metal sound. Yang Xianyang kept backing up, and finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and held the sword with his right hand.
Only after it was driven into the ground hard did it stop being beaten back by the Blood Demon.
"Headmaster!!!"
The disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect behind him wanted to go to the rescue, but everyone was entangled, and no one took action empty-handed. Yang Xianyang was in danger of death for a while!
The Blood Demon ignored the people around him and rushed forward, seeing his fist as big as clay was about to fall on Yang Xianyang.
At this time, Yang Xianyang no longer had the strength to resist the attack of the Blood Demon Man, and the poison had spread. He sighed, as if he had foreseen the tragic situation of the Ancient Sword Sect being defeated by the Demon Sect again, and closed his eyes, waiting to announce his announcement.
A life-ending punch.
But the punch never came down.
I only heard a voice in my ear saying: "Hey, you ugly guy also want to come to Gujian Mountain to run wild?"
Yang Xianyang heard that the voice was very familiar. He couldn't remember who it was for a while. He opened his eyes with difficulty and was stunned: "Is it you?"
It turned out that Linghu Heng walked into the battlefield casually, but no one could catch him, not even his clothes. Just when the blood demon man's heavy punch was about to fall, Linghu Heng even
I have never used the "Fengless" fairy sword, but it is also a punch, punch to punch!
The Blood Demon didn't expect that there would be anyone in the world who dared to fight with him. Without using all his strength, Linghu Heng charged up a punch and knocked him back two or three steps. Linghu Heng was also shocked and took a step back.
His fists were numb, and he said secretly: "This ugly monster has quite a lot of brute force!"
Yang Xianyang didn't expect that the person who saved him was Linghu Heng, who was thrown into the Demonic Abyss! His eyes were uncertain for a moment, and finally he sighed softly. At this time, a small porcelain bottle was thrown in front of him, and Linghu Heng came to his ears.
Heng's cold voice said: "What's inside is 'Han Yue Ice Lotus', if you don't want to die, just take it!"
Yang Xianyang knew that Linghu Heng was full of resentment, but he still silently picked up the porcelain vase, poured out a lotus seed, and drank it. At this time, a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect finally came to protect Yang Xianyang.
Linghu Heng ignored Yang Xianyang, but quietly looked at the opponent in front of him. The skin of this blood demon seemed to have been burned by lava, and the whole body was eroded. There was not an inch of good skin, and he could barely distinguish his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Come.
Although it looks weird, its strength should not be underestimated. Linghu Heng had already tried the punch just now. This blood demon has amazing strength. It seems that he can't use spiritual power, but his whole body seems to be made of iron, and he is not afraid of swords. What's wrong?
How to defeat him? Linghu Heng fell into deep thought for a while.
The blood demon man was already completely unconscious, but when he saw Linghu Heng, his eyes lit up. He didn't know why he felt this way, but he knew that he wanted to kill the man in front of him! The blood all over his body
It started to burn, and he actually said: "I'm going to kill you!"
The voice was completely unlike a human voice, so hoarse that only the syllables could be heard. Linghu Heng frowned, slowly drew out the "Wufeng" sword, and said coldly: "Who are you?"
The Blood Demon murmured and repeated: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Before he could finish his words, he exerted force so hard that the stone bricks under his feet were crushed to pieces, and he waved his fist.
Then he rushed towards Linghu Heng!
Linghu Heng was not surprised that his speed was so fast. He had no time to dodge, so he had to tilt his head slightly to avoid the punch. He did not dare to neglect, and bent down like an "iron bridge", and then hit the ground with his left hand.
Holding up, his legs seemed to be equipped with springs, and he kicked the Blood Demon man in the chest.
Although the Blood Demon was invulnerable to swords, he still had very little consciousness left. He did not expect Linghu Heng to make such a move, and was kicked out by Linghu Heng's legs for more than a foot.
Xiao Li, who was not far away, had been caring about his son. Seeing that his son was kicked out by Linghu Heng, he quickly examined Linghu Heng's cultivation. It was okay not to look at it, but he was shocked when he saw it: he couldn't see it.
Linghu Heng’s cultivation!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Li suddenly activated the "Ghost Demon Fire Mirror", forced the Taoist Taoist to retreat, and shouted: "Yan'er, come back!"
The Blood Demon was about to attack again, but was hit hard in the chest by Linghu Heng. For him, it was just a tickle. But when he heard Xiao Li's cry, he stopped and just stared at Ling closely.
Fox Heng.
Linghu Heng stood up, looked at the silent Taoist not far away, and couldn't help shouting: "Old Taoist!"
Taoist Taoist Taoist Silence was wondering why Xiao Li was so eager to retreat. While he was still waiting to see, he suddenly heard someone calling him "Old Taoist" in his ear. He was stunned. There was only one person in the world who called him that!
He hurriedly took three steps back and turned around to look. In the dim moonlight, he saw Linghu Heng in Qingyi holding a sword, his sleeves moving slightly, standing five feet away, smiling happily towards him.
Although Taoist Taoist Taoist Master of Silence has cultivated his state of mind to cross the void, he rarely shows signs of surprise, anger or joy, but when he first saw that his closed disciple had returned unharmed, when he was close to him, his withered and thin face also flashed.
A moment of excitement.
The Taoist Taoist of Silence took a deep breath, put his trembling hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Ah Heng, it's good, you're back, it's good!"
Linghu Heng ignored the blood demon man and slowly approached the Taoist Taoist. He saw that after four years of not seeing each other, his half-white hair had added a lot of white hair, and it looked more white than black. He
I was excited, but I pretended to be relaxed and said: "Of course I'm fine, but you don't look good!"
He had not heard such cynical jokes from his disciples for more than four years. Now, Taoist Taoist Silence felt that everything was so familiar. At this moment, Taoist Taoist Silence felt his throat felt hot, as if something had blocked it.
There are thousands of words to say, but when I reach my lips, nothing comes out. (To be continued)