Everyone was stunned.

Such a powerful attack was easily resolved by the old man Si Sheng, and it was still in such a strange way.

It’s like a martial artist who can shatter the supreme magical power with just brute force.

Xu Liusu also stared at this scene blankly, and the shock in her heart was beyond words.

What a terrible power.

What kind of magic is this? How could it be so powerful!

“Huhu--!”

Old Man Si Sheng seemed very tired, gasped for a few breaths, and slowly straightened his back.

"Senior Si Sheng, are you okay?"

Xu Liusu quickly came to him, snapped his fingers, and a precious pill with green and mysterious light spiral floating above his fingertips.

"You take this pill first, otherwise the injury will not be relieved..." Xu Liusu said.

The old man Si Sheng smiled faintly, took the pill, took it and took it. Then, his pale face gradually became rosy.

Although the old man Si Sheng's injury improved, Xu Liusu was not happy, but his heart was slightly sank.

It is obvious that after the battle just now, the old man Si Sheng was at the end of his strength. At this time, if Fan Qingchen and others killed them, it would be a huge catastrophe in any situation!

However, what surprised Xu Liusu was that after Fan Qingchen failed to launch a second attack, he chose to stand there, his old face full of coldness, and he quietly looked at them.

At this time, the old man in purple clothes took a step, moving his body hundreds of feet between the void, standing opposite Si Sheng.

"Old friend, it seems that you have made a lot of determination this time!"

The old man in purple shirt said with a serious expression.

"Haha, I can't make up much of my mind, but..."

The old man Si Sheng took a deep breath and his tone became firm: "Xu Liusu is a disciple of this sect, a second-grade warrior. He is also an outstanding disciple of Wuliangguanbi Cave, and a relative of the origin of my sect's Daoze. Now that he has become the Taoist Lord, he is the orthodox descendant of my Wuliang Mountain. If you want to kill the orthodox descendant of my sect, I, as a master, will naturally not agree!"

This sentence was so powerful that the old man Si Sheng, who had always spoken in a good manner, had no anger on his face and no rebuttal to his tone.

The old man Zishan's eyes changed slightly and he said coldly: "Since he has become a Taoist master, I will naturally take him to the south. After all, he is of great benefit to our sect now."

"Haha, Pluto, we don't seem to have to talk about this. If you want to take him away, you will first step over the body of an old friend. What do you think?"

Si Sheng said with a plain face.

The old man in purple clothes was slightly angry: "Are you determined to do the right thing with me?"

Si Sheng's face remained unchanged: "As long as Lord Pluto takes back his life!"

You said and said, these two old men with great means could not change the current situation, and they just stalemate!

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Fan Qingchen was unwilling to accept it, so he sent a message to the old man Zishan: "Pluto, what are you afraid of?"

The old man in purple shook his head and sent a message to Fan Qingchen and said, "That's right, you're right, I'm really scared!"

Fan Qingchen's face suddenly changed: "What?"

"You don't know that this seemingly defeated Taoist temple actually hides something amazing. The Si Sheng oil lamp is exhausted, and he still dares to challenge you and me, just relying on this thing!"

The old man in purple shirt replied.
Chapter completed!