An inch above the head is the formation wall.

From a high position, Ding Lianggong's movement trajectory is clearly visible.

The young man jumped down.

Naturally, Ding Lianggong, who had been pursuing him with his spiritual sense, had already noticed it and used the clouds to dodge around.

Xu Changsheng didn't panic. If he were outside without the constraints of this formation, he might not be able to keep Ding Lianggong if he wanted to escape. But within this formation, if he wanted to leave, he still had to ask himself

fist.

After falling to the same height, a stone appeared under the boy's feet, so he pushed harder.

The rocks exploded.

The body moved sideways in an instant, and the fists in both hands suddenly appeared with the momentum of a tiger.

In the blink of an eye, it hit Ding Lianggong's lower abdomen, and his body was shot out.

The clouds dissipated and the young man fell with them.

The direct disciple of Baiwu Sect spat out a mouthful of blood in the air with a ferocious look on his face, and crushed the ball in his hand as he fell.

Qi was raging on the high platform, and swords, guns, swords and halberds began to appear out of thin air. Then Ding Lianggong's right index finger and middle finger came together and slowly touched the center of his eyebrows. After landing, he suddenly pulled out, and white light flew out from the center of his eyebrows.

Among the wooden instruments gathered out of thin air.

As soon as the move came out, Ding Lianggong's face became even paler. The price of forcing the spiritual weapon to activate was really not something he could bear in the middle stage of the Xuan Dynasty. The previous move was fine, but this move can be regarded as injuring the enemy by a thousand and damaging himself by five.

All right.

And Xu Changsheng, who was in the center of the magic weapon, finally felt a little panicked.

No one in the world who can become a monk can be simple, and even those who are simple are not suitable to become monks.

What's more, this Ding Lianggong is the direct descendant of the ancestral hall of the first sect of a county. He has countless means, how can he be simple?

Therefore, no matter how well prepared Xu Changsheng was and how careful he was in his actions, he still seemed too pale in the face of absolute strength.

This move seems to be inevitable!

Although death is not guaranteed, serious injuries are certain. But who wants to be injured? He has just recovered from his injuries, so he can't go on the road with injuries all over again.

Just when it was about to fall to the ground, a magic weapon moved. It was very fast and disappeared in an instant.

Xue Nan, who was watching the battle below, also had a pale face. If this move continues, Lao Xu might have gone to see his father... He is helping him to avenge himself!

On the opposite side, Mi Yuan looked like he should, with his head raised high and sitting on a stone chair.

The young man in the field was frantically stimulating the blood energy on his body, condensing a thick layer of fist energy. Between his hands, the water fist force surged, and a mud cow posture poured out into the sea.

Just when a magic weapon was about to touch the young man.

When the young man is ready to get back all the pain from the other person.

A magical weapon suddenly stopped.

Just floating around the boy.

Not only him, but everyone present looked at this strange scene.

But the one who was most frightened was undoubtedly the direct descendant of the Baiwu Sect's Patriarch Hall. He pushed with both hands, and his spiritual consciousness poured out, trying to attack and kill him again.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was like there was a vast mountain lying in front of him, preventing him from taking any step forward.

After realizing it, Xu Changsheng reached out and patted his back.

The Demon Subduer that had been with him for a long time appeared in his hand, still simple, but with a little starlight showing at the tip of the sword.

The Demon Subduer was also trembling in his hands.

The young man held the hilt of the sword, grinned, and slashed twice, and the swords, spears, swords and halberds shattered into pieces. With each broken sword, Ding Lianggong spat out a mouthful of blood mist. When the last spear shattered, he clung to it.

Spiritual consciousness above magic

They were all shattered by the sword energy.

Under the backlash from both inside and outside, he fell to his knees directly on the ground, his expression dejected, like a defeated attack.

Xu Changsheng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, but took back the Demon Subduer with his backhand.

After knowing the extraordinary power of subduing demons, of course you have to keep it away, otherwise it will be bad if others find out.

As for studying the secrets, of course it has to be done when no one is around, not in full public view.

After all, wealth is not revealed in vain!

"Do you still want to fight?" The young man who no longer held the sword smiled.

The man who was kneeling on the ground shook his head with great effort. He had been secretly in love with Bai Wanning for many years, but he never showed any signs of it. It was only after the senior brother who had always stood above him was eliminated that he revealed his true nature.

He has never been a fool.

Just like now, he naturally knew that the wooden sword in the young man's hand was a high-quality offensive weapon. If he still thought about taking action now, he would be asking for trouble.

After saying this, the young man smiled, jumped down from the high platform, said hello, and walked out the door.

However, Xue Nan took a detour directly to the old enemy and stretched out his hand to wave.

Mi Yuan, who was slumped on the stone chair, naturally knew what he was thinking, and reluctantly took out a bag of fairy money from the mustard. However, he did not expect that Xue Nan would just grab it and take the mustard from his waist.

Taken it off.

"you!"

Mi Yuan stood up suddenly.

Xue Nan took the mustard object and shouted directly: "Old Xu."

Then he turned around and glanced, and saw that the inner disciple of Baiwu Sect fell back on the stone chair again.

Xue Nan walked away in a hurry.

After stepping out of the courtyard, he found Xu Changsheng standing at the door waiting.

"You should go now and wait for me outside the north gate. I'll handle something and I'll be right back." The young man said solemnly.

"Leaving now?" Xue Nan was a little surprised.

Xu Changsheng said in a tone of hatred: "Why are you staying here if you beat someone and not run away?! You are seeking death."

After saying that, he ignored him and turned around to leave. He believed that Xue Nan could understand the importance.

However, the moment he turned around, his aura completely fell back, and he became a mortal without the aura of cultivation.

Xue Nan's heart tightened, and he cursed Lao Xu secretly, and hurriedly followed him out.

…

But they didn't know that they were in the Qingpuppet Pavilion after the two left.

The pale-faced Ding Lianggong stood in front of the inner disciple and said softly, "Senior brother will not be defeated."

The inner disciple quickly stood up, lowered his head and replied, "Ah? Senior brother would never have been defeated."

Ding Lianggong nodded, "What did you see just now?"

"I didn't see anything, and I didn't come out with my senior brother. I came to Qingpuppet Pavilion by myself, and I haven't seen my senior brother either."

After saying a lot in one breath, Mi Yuancai felt a lot more at ease and felt happy about his reaction. Maybe my senior brother would be happy to make up for my loss because of my alertness.

Ding Lianggong shook his head, "No, you saw that I won."

In Mi Yuan's widened eyes, a white light passed over his spiritual lake, and he lost consciousness again.

Looking at the inner disciple who was still alive and kicking just now, Ding Lianggong coughed and said, "Senior brother will never be defeated."

Then he dropped a seed with a wave of his hand and landed on his body. In just a breath, the seed sprouted, blossomed, and bore fruit.

It has finished its short life.

Just like a junior brother who has just been promoted to the inner sect.

Ding Lianggong took back the adult plant with a thought.

Ripe flowers and plants, turn around and leave this place.

As for the dry bones of Miyuan, they have already become winter mud.

…

After a while, the young man who no longer carried his sword walked into the familiar wine shop.

Sister-in-law Liao, who was sitting at the guest table eating melon seeds, immediately came over and said with a smile: "Xiao Xu came here so early today."

Xu Changsheng said with a smile: "I'm here to ask for my resignation. Thank you very much for Mrs. Liao's hospitality these days."

The female shopkeeper waved her hand, "What's the matter? It doesn't matter. Come on, I'll keep these bottles of wine for Xiao Xu to drink on the way."

The young man's smile grew wider and he took it down with a refusal and put back the mustard.

After some polite remarks, the young man said solemnly: "Sister-in-law Liao, I still have to say something before I leave."

The female shopkeeper also looked very serious, "You tell me."
To be continued...