A finger of light, like the dim light coming from hell, carrying endless killing intent, shot towards Ye Junlin's head...
Without allowing for a moment's hesitation, Ye Junlin held the brand new 'stainless steel sword' in his hand. The overwhelming sword intent that surged from the sword was like the demons and monsters in the Shura Palace, full of killing intent.
The finger light and the sword energy met like this, just like ice meeting Li Huo, making bursts of "ba, ba, ba" sounds.
Then, the finger light and sword energy dissipated, and the world became peaceful.
Ye Junlin turned his head, his eyes as cold as ice, staring straight at the old man behind him who had sneaked up on him, with murderous intent.
Li Mo's face looked a little ugly, and his expression became awkward. Apparently, there was an emotion called 'fear' that was slowly eroding his heart.
"Zhixuan...old man..." Li Mo's expression finally changed drastically.
Ye Junlin has never seen Li Mo look like this. Even when his wife was snatched away by Ling Jin, his expression was still very calm.
"Old man Zhixuan?" Ye Junlin chewed on this name in his heart, not knowing how powerful it was.
"Hahahaha..." Old Man Zhixuan looked at Li Mo's expression and burst into laughter, with a bit of pride in his expression: "I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who can remember me."
The person who came to Zhixuan was very pleased.
"Who is 'Old Man Zhixuan'?" Ye Junlin asked quietly.
"Ten years ago, a very powerful 'killer organization' emerged in the Chixiao Mortal Realm called the "Killing God Tower". They made a living by killing people, taking people's money, and eliminating disasters. Their leader is this
'Old Man Zhixuan'."
Li Mo said, his expression becoming more solemn: "There is a legend in the Red Sky Realm: It is this 'Old Man Zhixuan' who has never lost his hand. Wherever the light of his finger touches, someone will surely die."
After listening to Li Mo's introduction, Ye Junlin's brows suddenly became sharp. Since leaving the Black Stone Mine, he has experienced a lot of battles, but most of those people were relatively ordinary warriors. Like Old Man Zhixuan
'This is the first time he has encountered such a warrior standing at the pinnacle of the Red Sky Mortal Realm.
So, he decided to have a good fight.
Every man is born to be a brave man, with an immortal heroic soul in his bones. No matter what kind of opponent he faces, he will bravely hold on to the weapon in his hand and fight happily.
"war!"
Ye Junlin roared, and endless purple energy suddenly surged under his feet. This purple energy was like jumping elves, instantly increasing Ye Junlin's speed by more than five times.
The ‘Stainless Steel Great Sword’ hunts for the wind, and the spirit of the sword in his hand surges.
The monstrous sword energy accompanied by the swing of the big sword was like a giant dragon galloping in the sea, causing the heaven and earth to shake slightly.
"Such a strong sword intent." Old Man Zhixuan finally showed a look of seriousness on his face.
"Through nails!"
The index finger was raised slightly, and a finger shining with golden light leaped out like a carp leaping through a dragon's gate.
When the finger light meets the sword energy, it is like the Suzaku meeting the golden crow, with the momentum of endless struggle. The finger light of the sword energy entwines with each other, stirring up the smoke and dust in the sky. In this smoke, the golden finger light and the colorful sword energy interact with each other.
Biting and fighting endlessly.
Then, the long smoke disappeared, and broken light overflowed.
"What an incredible young man!" Old Man Zhimang stroked his goatee, with a look of admiration in his eyes: "Young man, hand over the 'Golden Silk Armor', and you and I will leave."
"Delusional!"
Ye Junlin always has only one thought for those who are unfavorable to him, and that is to "kill"!
"Sword One, Break the Wind."
Ye Junlin raised his sword in the air and swung it at Old Man Zhixuan several times.
More than a dozen sword qi surged out, forming a dense sheet of sword qi, which headed towards Old Man Zhixuan as a hood.
Old Man Zhixuan's expression finally changed drastically at this moment. His many years as an assassin had given him a particularly keen sense of danger.
A delicate finger cot suddenly appeared on the old man's index finger. From the runes flowing on the finger cot, it can be seen that the grade of this finger cot is at least a 'middle-level mortal weapon'.
"Four fingers around the beam!"
Four finger rays shot out from the old man's index finger, and instantly transformed into four sharp scissors, cutting straight towards the giant sword.
The scissors cut into the giant sword energy, and countless sword energy screamed in unison.
Ye Junlin clenched his teeth, seeming to be manipulating the sword energy to counterattack.
The sword energy giant that had been suppressed started to stir again under Ye Junlin's control. The giant sword energy formed by dozens of sword energy slowly wrapped around the four scissors.
Four finger rays and more than a dozen sword energies were fighting with each other at this moment.
Under Ye Junlin's feet, the purple mist surged again. The light shone under his feet. Ye Junlin used the 'Flowing Wind Step' to wield the stainless steel giant sword and slashed at the head of the old man Zhixuan.
Old man Zhixuan's mouth opened slightly, seeming to show a little surprise at Ye Junlin's behavior. What he didn't expect was that under his 'prominent reputation', the young man in front of him actually dared to talk to him
Such a close encounter.
"It's true that a calf does not care about a tiger when it is born!" Old Man Zhixuan actually laughed.
"Firefly Fingerlight Trap Formation."
On the old man's fingers, a faint light surged, and countless finger lights flew out from the old man's index finger like fireflies. The fireflies danced around Ye Junlin continuously. The little lights on their tails seemed to come from another place.
A world of dreamy neon, Ye Junlin became intoxicated when he saw it...
Suddenly, Ye Junlin seemed to have entered another dreamlike scene.
"Junlin, wake up!" At this moment, Li Mo's loud roar woke Ye Junlin from his illusion.
He shook his head suddenly, completely throwing away those illusory things.
"drink!"
The big sword in Ye Junlin's hand suddenly swung, and the sharp sword energy stirred the fireflies that were emitting tiny glows into tiny pieces of light.
"Die!"
Ye Junlin's big sword struck at Old Man Zhixuan again.
"You don't know what you can do!"
Old Man Zhixuan seemed to be slightly angry, and golden light surged on the fingertip of his index finger.
Just as Ye Junlin's big sword struck down, the old man's index finger also pierced Ye Junlin's heart.
Seeing the situation, Ye Jun didn't hesitate at all, and the force of his blow became even greater.
"Hmph!"
Old man Zhixuan sneered.
Li Mo held his breath, watching with shock on his face, waiting for the next moment.
No matter who it is, if they take this blow from the other party, their lives will be in danger...