Zhou Qianyuan chuckled, moved his fingers, and the green flying sword fell back into his hand.
"Brother Xiao Luan, I didn't expect to meet here!"
Xiao Luan smiled bitterly, raised the long sword in his hand, faced Zhou Qianyuan, and said: "I didn't expect to see Fellow Daoist Zhou here. I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Zhou is a member of the Zhou family. I'm glad to meet you!"
Lin Yanli stood on the flying boat, watching the reactions of the two people, and touched his chin with his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.
Soon the two started fighting.
Xiao Luan's cultivation was deeper, and the swords he drew were extremely heavy. Zhou Qianyuan was fast, and his emerald-colored spiritual sword was like a willow leaf in the wind. For a while, the two were inseparable, and they couldn't tell the winner.
In the distance, Liu Bailao's hands were stained with an unnatural ink color. He looked at the old man in front of him and grinned: "Old man, are your bones strong?"
The old man snorted coldly, shook the spear in his hand, and a blast of gunshot burst out from the tip of the spear, which actually poked a big hole in a mountain peak in the distance.
Liu Bailao put away his smile, raised his right fist, and faced the old man very seriously.
This old man is not an ordinary monk of the Four Realms. He actually smelled the presence of the gun's intention when the old man swung a gun just now.
"Boy, let's see if your strength allows you to speak harshly!"
The old man's spear was like rain, and Liu Bailuo didn't give way at all. He picked up the mallet from his storage bag and swung it suddenly.
Both of them were extremely strong, and the spiritual energy fluctuations caused by several collisions caused some distortion in the surrounding space.
"Old man, are you tickling me?"
Liu Bailao was still rude, and while wielding the mallet, he did not forget to mock the old man.
The old man was so angry that he thrust out the spear faster and faster, and the force he used became harder and harder. In a violent collision, he broke the mallet in Liu Bailuo's hand with one shot.
"The old man is not bad!"
Liu Bailao praised him, his figure rose up, and turned into a little giant in front of the old man.
"Dharma is in heaven and earth?"
"You've got it!"
Liu Bailao hugged the hill beside him tightly with both hands, like pulling up a willow, he pulled the hill out from the ground and smashed it towards the old man.
"You people are not descendants of aristocratic families!" the old man frowned, shot the hill away with a shot, and said with a straight face. Liu Bailao thought of something, folded his arms, and rolled his eyes: "I am the second son of the Kong family, Kong Shu.
I don’t know what to call you sir!”
"Shut up, you evil beast, how dare you blame others!"
The old man's face was ashen, and he held the spear in his hand tighter.
Liu Bailao laughed, suddenly disappeared from the spot, appeared behind the old man, and hit the old man on the back of the head with his fist.
The old man had been immersed in the four realms for many years and had a few brushes. He felt the strong wind coming from the back of his head. He turned the spear in his hand and blocked Liu Bailao's fist with both hands. Then he bent the spear with his right hand and pulled Liu Bailao away.
bounce out.
Liu Bailuo retreated suddenly, kicked his legs, and used the rebound force to kick the old man's waist.
The old man swept his spear across, and the tip of the spear pierced Liu Bailuo's life gate, but the feeling of hitting the core was not felt.
Liu Bailao's figure turned into a black mist and disappeared in front of the old man.
"not good!"
A bad thought flashed through the old man's mind, and he turned around suddenly, only to see Liu Bailao spreading his hands out at an extremely fast speed.
"boom!"
Liu Bailuo's arm hit the old man's chest. The old man suddenly felt his blood surge all over his body. He finally regained his composure, but Liu Bailuo's fist came to meet him.
Liu Bailao's fist was so heavy that he knocked the old man's face completely crooked with one punch.
With one punch, thousands of fists will fall.
The old man held his breath, covered his face with his hands, and used his profound cultivation to forcefully receive Liu Bailao's fist.
"The old guy is so resistant!"
After all, Liu Bailuo was a newly promoted monk in the Fourth Realm, and the true energy in his body was far less durable than that of the old man. After a burst of indiscriminate bombardment, he was panting.
The old man was covered in blood and crawled out of the deep hole in the ground tremblingly. He wiped the blood on his face and said, "It's my turn!"
"I'm so scared." Liu Bailao spread his hands and looked innocent.
The old man gritted his teeth, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body. He raised the spear in his right hand and half-tilted his body like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.
He threw it with all his strength, and the spear penetrated the clouds like a meteor, then turned sharply downward in the air and headed straight for Liu Bailuo Tianling Cap.
Liu Bailao took a few steps back, and the spear followed his figure and changed direction.
Liu Bailao frowned: "Can't hide?"
"Boy, this spear will teach you how to behave!" The old man didn't think that his blow could kill the young man in front of him. He waited for the gap between the spear and his hands without stopping. He had a lamp in his sleeves and two
The sharp blade protruded from the cuffs.
This spiritual treasure is known as the Son-Mother Soul Reaper Blade, which he spent hundreds of years refining. It is so sharp that it can easily penetrate gold and stone. It is a magic weapon that can extremely restrain physical cultivation.
As the spear collided with Liu Bailuo's fist, he threw the sharp blade in his sleeve.
The two flying blades spiraled through the air, drawing a dark cold light in the sky.
Just when the old man thought he had succeeded, a bloody ray of light burst out from Liu Bailuo's chest. It was a bloody shield. There was a tiger's head on the shield. The tiger's head opened its blood-filled mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, blocking the mother-in-law from stealing the soul.
Blade's attack.
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound, and the Soul Reaper Blade shot into the shield.
"No, there's something weird!"
The old man's expression changed, and he pulled his fingers to take back the Soul Reaper Blade, but found that he had lost contact with it.
Liu Bailao squinted his eyes and laughed. The real energy in his body burned sharply. After blowing the spear away with one punch, he spat out the two flying blades.
"Old man, don't think you are the only one who has a spiritual treasure?"
The old man's expression was calm. He opened his right hand and took back the spear and the soul-stealing blade. He held the spear straight and said: "Your Excellency knows how to teach the world and has a spiritual treasure of this level. He must not be a monk from aristocratic families. I, Zhou,
I don’t know where I have offended your sect?”
"Hehehe." Liu Bailao laughed and took out a long stick from his storage bag. There was a bit of coldness in his eyes, "Whether he has been offended or not, it seems that the Zhou family has not yet figured it out!"
The old man frowned after listening to Liu Bailao's words. He seemed to have thought of something, and when he was about to confirm it, a monk with a shaved head touched Liu Bailao's side at some point.
"Amitabha, Donor Liu, and Donor Jiang said you can leave."
"OK!"
Liu Bailao curled his lips, put the long stick in his hand into the storage bag, and raised his middle finger towards the old man: "Old man, I will play with you until now. I will not accompany you anymore!"
After that, Liu Bailao grabbed Cinan's collar and ran away.
The old man shouted angrily and threw the spear in his hand: "You bastard, don't leave!"
But his speed could not compare with his strong body, and he could only watch helplessly as Liu Bailuo disappeared from the scope of his consciousness.