Suddenly the whole world was in sync with each other.
The sword runs away from the dragon and the snake.
It's a pity that it's just so close that it's difficult to get over. After taking a few steps forward, Yun Zhong's sword only shook slightly, and he cut it to an inch away from the old man's face. There were two or three rays of sword light, always lingering around the body, but they were never able to touch the old man.
Ning Quan'an relied on the strength of his fists and his cultivation in the three realms to forcefully break through the immobilization technique used by the old man, but he was already a little weak, his whole body was shaking slightly, and he was panting continuously. Fortunately, he used all his strength to hold on, and finally He was able to take a step forward, and by the way, he shook off the restraints around Yun Zhong. There was not much strength left, so he only used his inner energy to move to Yun Zhong's side, and swept the formation for the young man. Although Yun Zhong could only use the inner energy in Lancang water for support at the moment, he was the best at breaking through formations after all, and swords were the best. Moreover, all his strength was exhausted for the time being, and there was not much left to break through the weak dusk in front of the old man's eyes. , we had to rely on the young man's sword energy to resist first.
The mist is probably a mysterious place, so that the old man has no time to care about it. Others can't enter, and people inside can't get out. Even with this weird old man's advanced cultivation, it is probably not easy to get out completely, otherwise it would be very difficult just now. By using the magic method, they can probably get rid of the two of them, but they definitely don't want to leave their lives behind as a stumbling block in the future.
However, the young man is very familiar with the clouds and mists in the mountains. During the cloud viewing season, he could almost see the patterns of the sea of clouds that came and went on the mountainside, and he could see them very clearly, together with the wisps of sword energy in the Nangong Sea of Clouds. , I can actually see it quite clearly, silver lines and hairsprings.
Therefore, the young man abandoned the tiny and pitiful amount of inner energy contained in the Lancang water, raised his sword horizontally, held it up in the air, and slowly closed his eyes.
"You dare to come here to show off your skills in a mere second realm," the old man turned into a boy said with disdain. He didn't even raise his eyelids, but sat cross-legged on the ground and muttered to himself, "Nowadays, there seems to be a resurgence in the practice of cultivation in the world. It means that masters are emerging one after another. It can be said that no one in the four realms is more than an ant. With your weak second realm, how can you stop me?"
It is indeed a fly that shakes the tree. No matter how Yun Zhong mobilizes the Lancang water energy in his belly, the sword light rises and falls, but it still cannot penetrate into the faint mist in front of the old man. It is like punching with all his strength, but in the end it only hits the cotton dust or the grass ball. The top of the cage was deeply trapped, and it was a dilemma. Together with the rising and falling sword energy around it, the thin mist was entangled in it and instantly became invisible. Although the old man can't escape now, the fog is gradually fading, and in less than half an hour, various methods will probably be seriously displayed. By that time, except for Yan Jiaqing, who is invisible for no reason, Yun Zhong and Ning, who is already out of breath and out of breath. In Quan'an, no one can be counted as the enemy of Yihe, so the old man's words that he is no more than an ant in the four realms, in the final analysis, is also true.
Yun Zhong suddenly stopped his sword and stood on the spot. The two or three dim sword auras on his shoulders faded away one after another. He turned to hold the sword in his palm backwards and closed his eyes.
A small formation that looked very awkward and unstable was immediately suspended. Although it was only one foot square, it could not catch up with the majestic, majestic and joyful formation when my senior brother set up the formation. It was just that the seats were very small. It's an inconspicuous little formation, with jade buds just blooming and young birds crowing, but it still stretches out slowly, gently holding up the long sword with water and fire embroidered on its mouth, hanging it into the sky, slowly picking up the orchid, Lightly point the bamboo branches.
The old man, who was only ten feet away, raised his brows slightly, with a very strange look on his face. Soon he caught a glimpse of the small formation that the young man used Ning Quan'an's inner energy to perform. He stumbled like a toddler, swaying for a long time, and finally stabilized himself. With quite a smile, he pointed at Yun Zhong and scolded with a smile, "Young man, this move is really stupid. You are so unfamiliar with the formation, and it is just your first glimpse of the door. With such a small formation, you can dispel this mist. It is different from foolish dreams. If you spend less energy, hoard some essence and blood, and plant it in the medicine field in the future, you will probably be able to grow a batch of excellent old medicine, which is most suitable for extending your life."
After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Ning Quan'an and said with a joking smile, "Do you know who in your family has the best talent for cultivation?"
"Brother Ning, can you lend me some inner energy?"
Ning Quan'an, who was still panting in the distance, looked slightly moved, but he forced himself up and walked closer to the young man.
"Why not."
After all, Huang Long was a little tired. The original length of several feet had reduced to the size of a palm, and he was placed on the scholar's shoulder. He looked very listless. When Yun Zhong was marching in formation a few days ago, he still lost too much internal energy and was too short. Now he was fighting against this old man who was not far away from running out of oil but had quite profound cultivation. Huang Long could be called a solid man. The extreme internal energy is already stretched thin.
"It's a good idea to take advantage of the power of the mountains and rivers."
After all, the scholar's face became a little gloomy. He looked at the green light on the old man's ears and sighed, "In this world, I am afraid that seniors can already sit on an equal footing with the ordinary five realms, so that they can borrow it without spending much inner energy." The power of mountains and rivers is against the enemy, and the Shanqi tribe is gifted with supernatural powers. They are really very clever in mastering the general trend of mountains and rivers. No wonder practitioners all over the world are looking at it, and they are greedy."
Naturally, the man ignored it and forcefully passed the inner Qi from his whole body to the young man's heart along his hands. Most likely because of the magical power of Lancang Water, the inner Qi never faded away from the body. All the inner Qi was submerged into the Lancang Water in the young man's belly, and then transformed into the formation. There is no visible loss for a while.
"She is that gentle and pleasant woman. She has cultivated all eight extraordinary meridians throughout her body. Her meridians are wide and her physique is excellent. I am afraid that if she were placed in the mansions of those immortal families, she would be a perfect cauldron. It is a pity that It has fallen into the mortal world and cannot be used by others." The old man smiled gloomily and said very proudly, "Fortunately, I have met this teacher. All the family members, old and young, can be used by me, and the children have grown up extremely well. The prosperous and pleasant medicinal fields, until now, I have never been willing to use one or two of the good medicines picked, and I have the right to use them to hang my life in case of danger in the future."
On the flanks of the mountains and rivers, there is still an old man standing in front of Yan Jiaqing, with green light floating behind his ears.
Normally Yan Jiaqing should take action again after hearing this, hoping to use Huanglong's means to defeat the enemy. He shouldn't have calmed down, but after listening to the old man's words, he was not impatient and sat back on the wicker chair calmly. He wanted to raise his hand to grab the cup, but he smiled helplessly, took his hand back and touched the yellow dragon on his shoulder.
The original boundary of the tea table has turned into a deep pit with nothing else left. The clear springs flowing from the terraces on the left and right sides seem to be falling into the deep pit like flying swallows, but they are like small waterfalls. , full of interest.
"There is a sword-wielding young man outside. He came from Nangong Mountain. I think that even if he has been hiding from the world for many years, the senior should know the temperament and temperament of the master of Nangong Mountain. He has been fighting against the Five Absolutes alone before he has reached the Five Realms. In the world, It won't exceed three fingers. If your old descendant ignored him and killed him casually, I guess based on his character, he would probably kill the few mountains in the world with Wu Gou Qingshuang's two swords. After all the chickens are cut into several pieces, how will your descendant be able to survive on his own? Senior, you might as well think about whether it is better for both parties to lose in this transaction, or for both parties to be safe."
The old man coughed twice, his green light trembled, he forced a smile and waved his hands, "The ability to borrow the power of mountains and rivers, in the eyes of those who have truly broken through the five realms, is like seeing a child carrying water with a well cart, no matter what Compared with a strong man lifting water with his shoulders, it is just a trick. How can someone with such great supernatural power be able to see the beauty of the five realms in advance? What kind of skill is that?"
"In this case, instead of losing both sides, how about each getting what he gets?" It was difficult to keep his expression calm, so the scholar spoke first, looking straight at the old man, "When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. What's more, the boundary here has already been revealed. Think about it again. It is probably very difficult to seclusion in this place. The Shanqiu tribe is blessed with natural resources and has always been coveted by the immortals in the world. I guess the seniors are absolutely unwilling to have a stalemate between two people, thus attracting the immortals to come and take this place. The beautiful land is destroyed, and besides, in the world, no one can say how many mountain goats are still left. Which one is more important or less important should be carefully considered."
"Don't try to provoke me," the old man said disapprovingly, shaking his head in response, "Your Huanglong skills are still better than those of my descendants. If I really let you go, in the end it will still be the miserable lives of my descendants. Man, it is best to leave this kind of work to others. The old man is old and comatose, and it is often difficult to wake up. Unfortunately, he is not confused. Since he has never decided the winner, it is best to chat with him for a few more words and sit back and watch what happens. good."
Outside the mountain temple, a small formation held swords. At first, the sword power was not fast and stiff, but within a moment of tea, the sword light surged and seeped into the mist. In a short time, it broke through the dull mist. Cutting through cracks, cutting bamboo to see inside, opening mountains to see rooms, it really has not been filled with a lot of inner energy, but just smooth and steady, using the formation method to hold the sword, and slowly piercing the mist.
"I dare to ask, is the master of Nangong Mountain now at the threshold of the Five Realms?"
"Based on Wu Shuang's talent, it shouldn't be a difficult task for him to reach the Five Realms in twelve years." Yan Jiaqing hummed twice, seeming to praise Wu Shuang, "We are familiar with him on weekdays, but it's actually very difficult. I am a bit dissatisfied, but when it comes to talent in swordsmanship and cultivation, it is really difficult to catch up with others. If I use the power of Huanglong to pull the skin of a tiger, I can barely speak on an equal footing, but when it comes to speaking, my confidence is always weaker than half."
The old man sighed deeply, and finally raised his head to look at the scholar in front of him. Although his clothes were torn in many places during the attack, his expression was still calm and there was no injury.
Even so, the young man moved the sword very slowly, fearing that all his previous efforts would be wasted if he was sloppy. While operating the formation, he placed his two palms flat on his lower abdomen, without blinking an eye, concentrating on it.
It doesn't seem to be a matter of life and death, but rather like carving an old jade with water on its head.
