"Dongfang's strength is actually so tyrannical. It has improved so much compared to before going to the Xuanyong battlefield." Fu Lianyue and others, who were still surprised by the silver-haired old man's cultivation level and his previous state, suddenly discovered that Lu Xiaotian had been silent. Bu Xiang entered such a situation.
On this side of the Xuanyong battlefield, with the body of an immortal, Lu Xiaotian could still gain the upper hand against this silver-haired old man who had fallen into the realm but could still be called a half-step golden immortal. The immortal world was so big, how many people could compete with it? Comparable?
"Great Sun Immortal Sect?" Lu Xiaotian looked at the huge black fireball in front of him again with some hesitation. After the trip to the Dharma Mirror Immortal Tree, Lu Xiaotian returned to Lingxiao Palace and used his projection clone to explore the Ice and Thunder Palace again. As a result, he encountered people from the Great Sun Immortal Sect and the projection clone was destroyed. He has a little understanding of the methods of the Great Sun Immortal Sect.
The magical power of this silver-haired old man has some traces of the Great Sun Immortal Sect. The Great Sun Immortal Sect seems to have made a lot of moves in the Ice and Thunder Palace in recent years. Lu Xiaotian is very interested in the teleportation formation in the Ice and Thunder Palace.
If he really wanted to work under Emperor Qinling in the future, Lu Xiaotian would still want to explore this teleportation formation again. An extra life-saving channel is not a bad thing after all.
The silver-haired old man was frightened and angry when he was repelled by Lu Xiaotian's palm. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he was repelled by a young immortal. The old man took a deep breath, changed his previous contempt, and began to pay more attention to Lu Xiaotian than ever before.
The black fireball swayed in the void and turned into six fireballs. Under a burst of distortion in the void, each fireball turned into a look similar to the old man, and turned into six flaming giants carrying long swords. Among them, the silver-haired old man The figure disappeared from the original fire ball, and was replaced by a faint figure in each flame giant.
With the appearance of the six black flame giants, the astonishing fire power spread out in all directions. This fire power was the product of the fusion of the demonic essence and the power of law in the silver-robed old man's body. One law and all phenomena, the power of the same law will be displayed differently when practiced in the hands of different people. What's more, the old man in silver robe is a member of the evil Jie clan.
Naturally, Lu Xiaotian would not let him use his methods wantonly. He suddenly turned into seven Nirvana statues, with one standing in the middle and six scattered around, fighting tit-for-tat with the black flame giant.
A series of fists and palm seals intersect, it seems that the Nirvana Dharma is fighting fiercely with the six black flame giants, but in fact, the artistic conceptions of both sides are spread out, and they are also engaged in a fierce confrontation. The surrounding void was undergoing intense and frequent vibrations.
At this time, the almost transparent holy flame of Nirvana collided with the ever-fluctuating ripples of black flame, causing strange chirping sounds. The old man among the black flame giants gritted his teeth. At this time, he had let go and acted, but he still couldn't help the junior in front of him. If it hadn't been for the large number of people brought here this time, I'm afraid the boat would have capsized in the gutter.
After a fight, the silver-haired old man had given up all thoughts of killing Lu Xiaotian by himself. At this time in Xuanyin City, the silver-haired old man still had to consider his retreat and did not dare to let go. After all, the Wang family secretly revealed the news to him and wanted to use a borrowed knife to kill people. How could the silver-haired old man not know about it. If it is consumed too much in Lu Xiaotian's hands, even if Lu Xiaotian can be killed, he and the dozen or so Celestial Immortal-level experts who will come with him later may not be able to survive intact.
Originally, the silver-haired old man was extremely confused about whether to take action. According to the original plan, he would take action after a certain amount of turmoil occurred in Xuanyin City, but this turmoil was within the control of the Wang family.
Since the other party can control the size of the turmoil, it can naturally be extinguished at any time, so the silver-haired old man hesitated. However, the turmoil in Xuanyin City this time is far beyond expectations. A large group of clouds and sand figurines are attacking, and they have the potential to directly attack Xuanyin City. Even if the neighboring fairy city will soon send people to rescue after hearing the news, it will not be temporary. It will calm down in a while.
As a result, the silver-haired old man had less worries. Even if the Wang family and the Hu family had other plans secretly, in this chaotic situation, the silver-haired old man and his party could still take advantage of the chaos and retreat.
If he could get all the benefits from killing Lu Xiaotian, he would even be able to defeat them all. As long as he leaves the scope of Xuanyin City and wanders to the edge of the Xuanyong battlefield farther away, what can the other party do to him?
"Lone Bird, Wu Jiao, you two come here and help me. After killing Dongfang Dansheng, you can leave quickly. This Xuanyin City has become a place of trouble and trouble, and it is not suitable to stay for a long time. Whether or not the other people are killed does not mean anything to us. big."
Seeing that he could not take down Lu Xiaotian alone, and even had to be at a disadvantage, considering his retreat, the silver-haired old man could not care less about losing face at this time. As long as he can capture Lu Xiaotian and obtain the Magic Mirror Elixir and Magic Mirror Leaf in his hand, he can hope to repair the defects in his power of law, regain the Golden Palace, and become a Golden Immortal-level existence again.
"The Sword Comes"
"Okay!" The bird-faced man in black coat and the old man with two horns on his forehead and green scales all over his body responded at the same time. Several cyan flying swords and the huge golden fork held by the lone bird rushed towards Lu Xiaotian's method in the middle area.
The Nirvana Dharma flashed in the void a few times, avoiding the attacks of the lone bird and the horned demon. These two monsters are not weak in strength. It is not a big problem for Lu Xiaotian to fight the silver-haired old man. Now that there are two more powerful enemies, it feels extremely difficult for a while. Don't dare to confront the enemy head-on and stay in a stalemate. The opponent has an absolute advantage and it is very easy to give him a fatal blow. For a time, several people were flying through the void like a horse. There was a very short collision sound from time to time.
It seems that the fight between the two sides is not fierce, but in fact it is more dangerous. It is necessary to constantly adjust the law space of its own structure and to avoid the enemy to a certain extent. Choosing not to confront the enemy head-on will always cost you more. This process is extremely demanding for Yuanshen to judge the ever-changing situation.
If the soul is a little weaker, the reaction is a little slower, and there is a slight mistake, it is very likely to be severely damaged. A silver-haired old man would never dare to do this easily and create chaos while busy. Even if he was once a powerful person at the Golden Immortal level, he would never dare to do this.
According to the predictions of the silver-haired old man and the other two accomplices, Lu Xiaotian would never be able to last long in this state, but something happened unexpectedly.
Lu Xiaotian seemed to be able to continue without any consumption at all. On the contrary, the weaker Dunia, Wujiao and Wujiao were shot out by Lu Xiaotian with several palms in succession during such rapid switching and pursuit. The palm shadow brushed past my shoulder, and although most of it was avoided, a burning pain still loomed in my shoulder from time to time.
