Watson, who appeared in front of the old man again, did not answer his question because his eyes saw the parting hook slashing like lightning.
Since the old man didn't hook his arm off, he wanted to keep Watson's arm.
He was so close to the old man that in order to avoid the old man's move, he had to step back and shorten the distance from three feet to five feet.
However, he just took a step back and was forced by the old man to reveal his body!
Looking at the old man waving the farewell hook five feet away, Watson's white shirt trembled slightly and his expression looked extremely solemn. He knew that the old man wanted his life.
So, the old man saw the young man lowering his eyebrows and lowering his head, reaching out and picking up the Demon-Conquering Sword on the table!
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions on the top of the snow-capped mountains gathered in front of the stone house like a storm. The stone house where the old man lived seemed to have changed the world, as if there were thousands of troops galloping here.
The old man silently looked at the young man in front of him who might fall down at any time. Looking at the snow-like gown on his body, he couldn't help but frown tightly.
At first, he raised his head and looked at the sky in shock and astonishment, thinking that he was hallucinating.
Until the Demon-Conquering Sword in Watson's hand was as fast as the wind, and in an instant, it slashed the parting hook waving at him.
Only then did he realize that his opponent was indeed a daring evildoer!
In the eyes of the old man, the young man had obviously suffered serious injuries when he destroyed his amorous ring. However, as soon as he read a book, the young man could make the wind and thunder shake on the top of the snowstorm just by drawing his sword.
The scene that happened in front of him was enough to shock the world and leave him stunned.
The young man who can kill the Kunlun elders with a wave of his hand is indeed a legend in this world.
Suddenly, there was a violent explosion.
Before the old man could react, a black sword broke into his field of vision, and he subconsciously slashed the parting hook in his hand!
"Rumble!" "Crack, click!" A voice sounded!
Demonic Sword Technique!
Between life and death, Watson slashed out the sword that defeated demons!
Chasing the wind with one sword!
The two men faced each other in a flash of lightning, almost splitting the old man's body apart. A wound spread from the old man's right arm to his chest.
The parting hook in his hand was cut into several pieces by Watson's demon-conquering sword!
The old man looked up to the sky and roared wildly, like a dying beast or a demon under the abyss, it echoed in Watson's ears!
"You dare to destroy my parting hook, you are dead!"
Raising his right arm, the old man wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, looked at Watson and said, "Don't forget, this is Kunlun's secret realm and my territory."
Even so, Watson remained silent.
Because when he saw the old man who had lost his parting hook, he frantically took out the sword of longevity.
It was an old scabbard, and the satin wrapped around the hilt was equally old.
There was no murderous intent at all in the old man's hand.
However, the sword in this old scabbard was terrifyingly sharp.
This is what the old man said...the most terrifying sword in the world, Bai Yujing's Sword of Eternal Life.
Because he is the only one who kills, and no one can kill him!
In fact, the most terrifying thing about Bai Yujing is not his sword, but the gentle smile on his kind face like the old man's previous actions.
Just when Watson was trembling slightly, a flash of sword light lit up in front of his eyes.
Watson knew that this was the brilliance of the old man when he took the sword of immortality out of the old scabbard. When the sword comes out, it will hurt someone!
From a distance of five feet, the old man slashed at Watson with his sword!
There was a clear sound of "Buzz!", which was the cheer that broke out the moment the Eternal Sword left its scabbard.
After sleeping in the secret realm of Kunlun for thousands of years, the divine sword that was unsheathed at this moment emitted countless raging sword energy. The powerful sword energy made the old man's beard and hair grow thin.
The hand like a dead branch clenched the sword of longevity and slashed towards Watson's chest!
This sword contains the power of the old man who has been sitting in the secret realm for thousands of years, all of which is contained in this sword that he has been waiting for for thousands of years.
It broke out in an instant!
Surprise and confusion flashed in Watson's eyes. To his surprise, the Sword of Eternal Life was as sharp as the legend said.
Before the sword energy hit his chest, there was a sharp breath that shook his clothes away!
It seems that the old man did not lie to himself. Bai Yujing was truly invincible back then!
With a gentle smile and a peerless sword, who can defeat him in the world?
However, the old man opposite is not Bai Yujing, and Watson is not the Wei Tianying back then.
Facing the peerless sword slashed by the old man, Watson also subconsciously slashed out the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand, carrying with it the wind and snow on Wentian Peak and the snow on Tianshan Mountain!
In the midst of lightning and stone fire, the Demon-Conquering Sword slashed out a sword that cut through the snow from the Tianshan Mountains!
Ruthlessly tearing apart the space and time between him and the old man, the 200-pound Demon Sword and the Eternal Life Sword slashed by the old man faced each other in front of the two of them!
Almost at the same time, the two swords met in the air!
The passionate sword that traveled through thousands of years faced the snow-cutting sword that traveled through time and space and came from the Tianshan Mountains in a foreign land!
This scene happened too suddenly, too strange, and too unbelievable!
Even the old man didn't expect what kind of power the heavy sword in the hands of the young man in front of him could contain, and he dared to cut it with his amorous sword!
After a huge roar, the sword energy burst out in front of the two people, and the snowflakes flying in the wind fell in pieces. The chair under the two people was shaken by the true energy, and was shattered to pieces in an instant!
The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and there was a wound on the right hand holding the sword, which was dripping blood quietly.
To the old man's surprise, the Amorous Sword in his hand was once again cut into several pieces by Watson's sword that traveled through time and space!
The old man groaned, waved his hand, and two stone benches flew out from under the eaves!
An old man and a young man, each with a stool, faced the ground again and stared at each other.
The old man coughed painfully, looked at Watson and said, "I didn't lose, I still have the Overlord Gun."
After saying that, a strong wind blew up beside him.
The Overlord Spear, which was one foot, three feet, seven inches long, appeared in the hands of the old man. The Overlord Spear, made of fine steel, embodies the old man's cultivation level.
When the gun came out, he already had the idea of returning to the past with Watson!
The young man in front of him was too evil. He had already gone beyond what he had known for thousands of years. If he couldn't get rid of Watson today, he might not be able to live in peace.
With a "Boom!" sound, the Overlord's gun shot out in an earth-shattering way, stabbing Watson head-on with a wind-breaking force.
"Buzz!" Still three inches away from Watson's chest, the Overlord Gun in the old man's hand could no longer move forward!
In the cold wind, the sound of chanting slowly sounded.
"This is what I have heard: for countless eons, it is difficult to hear this Dharma, and it is also difficult for those who can hear this Dharma. For example, like the exquisite epiphyllum, everything loves happiness. It is rare for gods and humans, and it comes out all the time."
As the Buddhist sound sounded, the environment around the two people suddenly changed. The cold wind was no longer biting, the snowflakes no longer fell, and even the old man's beard seemed to have condensed.
How could he extend even an inch of the Overlord Spear thrust out of his hand?
The world was silent, and everything in the world seemed to have entered a state of stillness as the Buddhist sutras were chanted. Everything was so peaceful that it made people feel palpitating.
In an absolutely peaceful world, there is no romance, no wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and no sky-breaking shot to harvest the glory of a young man's life.
The old man's overlord gun was forced to hover in this peaceful world.
Eyes silently looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man in front of him, the old man's face became paler and paler.
All laws in the world can only be broken by speed. The old man's lightning-fast shot was actually broken by the young man in front of him!
From the moment the old man drew his gun to the sound of Watson chanting in his ears, it seemed like a long wait, but in fact it was just a moment of youth.
Time only froze for a moment, and the old man regained his freedom!
The Overlord gun in his hand was still pointed at Watson, although there was already a shocking wave in his heart!
In his eyes, Watson was only a twelve-year-old boy, how could he compare with his thousands of years of cultivation?
He didn't believe that there really was immortality in the world, and even his senior brother back then wouldn't be able to neutralize all his attacks so easily now.
Moreover, it also caused him to be hit hard!
So, the old man screamed desperately: "Who are you? You are not that boy!"
However, the next moment, he saw an extremely strange scene.
It was clearly a young Watson in front of him, but an old voice answered him.
This voice was naturally the spiritual thought that the old monk left on Watson at the moment before he left, just like Master Liaochen before.
The old monk replied quietly: "I am the past, the present, and the future..."
"I don't believe it. How can there be gods in this world?"
The old man let out a roar and thrust out the Overlord Spear in his hand again. He wanted to kill Watson, who was a god and a Buddha, in front of his eyes.
The monk sighed softly and said quietly: "Everything is like a dream, like dew and lightning!"
Then the Overlord Gun in the old man's hand was like petals blown off by the strong wind.
It's more like the Overlord's Gun has been defeated by the erosion of thousands of years, and turned into sand and gravel in the years when a breeze blew by.
Then it slowly floated down while the old man was stunned. In his exclamation, the invincible Overlord Spear turned into sand in the wind, and fell quietly at his feet under his gaze.
Another gust of mountain wind blew by, taking away even a touch of sand and gravel under my feet.
Also missing were his sword of longevity, peacock feathers, jade sword, sentimental ring, and parting hook.
The treasures that the old man had collected for thousands of years turned into dust in the wind just because he was unwilling to be ruined by Watson.
Not to mention that there was no imagination of a huge explosion between life and death, not even a spark was ignited!
Looking at everything in front of him, the old man suddenly turned pale, his body trembled violently, and then murmured to himself: "This is impossible! This is your magic!"
The old man looked at the young man sitting quietly five feet away in front of him. He was shocked and speechless. He thought to himself, what kind of method could this influence the time to stop? !
The old monk shook his head, looked at the old man and said, "You should have left this world long ago!"
The old monk's voice was as distant as the morning bells and evening drums in the temple, and it was like the sound of a wooden fish tapping into the old man's ears, leaving him unable to doubt.
The old man's beard and hair were all stretched out, and he roared: "Who are you? Even my senior brother from thousands of years ago was helpless and couldn't make me leave this world."
The old monk shook his head, looked at him and said quietly: "If you lose, you must fulfill your agreement with Watson and let him take those children out of this world."
Seeing the old man's confused expression, the old monk's clothes were not moving in the wind, and he held the flower in his hand and said lightly: "Originally, I didn't need to take action."
The old man looked up at the top of the snow-capped mountains and said coldly: "Why should I listen to your arrangements?"
The old monk said calmly: "I didn't take any action. I just sat here. It's just that you can't hurt me."
The old man was startled when he heard this, shook his head and said, "Are you the senior of that boy Watson or his master? As far as I know, the monks in Yunqi Temple do not have such cultivation."
The old monk did not answer his question, but said quietly: "There are two choices in front of you."
The old man was stunned when he heard this, and blurted out: "Which two?"
