The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 322 Can't be a masochist
The ink-colored sword glow drew out a long arc, with a tendency to shatter everything, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be suppressed by this momentum and lost their color.

Leng Wuyou squinted his eyes at the momentum of this knife, it was such a powerful killing knife.

Leng Wuyou didn't dare to be negligent, this was the first time she met someone with the power of a sword.

She stretched out her palm, and the purple fighting spirit formed a palm-sized diamond-shaped shield in her palm, spinning and flying out of her palm.

Leng Wuyou patted the shield lightly, and a huge phantom of the shield broke away from the diamond-shaped shield, and bumped into the black blade glow.

boom

The sword glow and the shield collided together, and from the place where they collided, invisible waves of air radiated to the surroundings.

The air wave was like a tsunami, and everyone who hit it squinted their eyes, and retreated involuntarily.

You should be dead now!
The old man in gray looked sideways, quietly waiting for the air wave to dissipate.

Shit, he's still alive, the old man in gray's eyes widened, and he couldn't understand why a weak chicken with the first level of a great martial artist was so tough in front of him, a half-step martial king.

He gritted his teeth, and when he felt the strange gazes of his subordinates on him, his face darkened, his eyes coldly looked past them, and the scorching gaze disappeared in the next second.

"You have a powerful saber!" Leng Wuyou rubbed the cracks on the palm-sized purple shield with her fingertips. Although her tone was as indifferent as ever, she recognized the gray-clothed old man in her eyes. This knife potential.

Dao posture is a person's comprehension of the sword in his hand, combined with a kind of posture formed by himself, a person who comprehends the saber posture can at least go beyond three small realms to fight without losing the wind.

Of course, if the opponent is a spirit/wu king or above, and you are a half-step spirit/wu king, you might as well just run away for this leapfrog challenge.

The grey-clothed old man's face trembled, he felt that Leng Wuyou's words were like a slap directly on his face, so resounding.

Although he was furious in his heart, he didn't make another move. The two shots made him see the weirdness of the kid in front of him. He clearly showed the strength of the first level of a martial artist, but when he made the move, he had the aura of the sixth level of a great martial artist. It can be seen that he is hiding his strength, but even if he is the sixth level of a great martial artist, it is impossible to block his blow with the sword.

Unless he has secret treasures on him, unless he still hides his strength.

The former guessed that the heart of the gray-clothed old man was burning, and it could block the half-step spirit king's attack with the sword. This secret treasure is obviously defensive, and the shield formed by the boy's fighting spirit is probably just a cover. The purpose is to hide the strange treasures in his body.

There was greed in the gray-clothed old man's eyes. He guessed that there was an [-]% chance that this secret treasure was a spirit weapon or a spirit treasure.

The fire in his eyes became more and more obvious, and his body trembled slightly because of the excitement.

That is a spiritual treasure, something that many people can meet but can't ask for, but now he has met it, how can he not be excited?
Leng Wuyou looked at the trembling gray-clothed old man inexplicably, his black phoenix eyes blinked.

Why is this old man so excited, he still looks like this after being defeated by himself, he can't be a masochist, right?
Thinking of this, Leng Wuyou shivered.

Bu Zi subconsciously took a step back, looking at the old man with a strange look in his eyes, there really are everyone these days.

Encountering such a pervert, she, a weak woman, was a little scared.

Hehe, if you are a weak woman, no one in this world is a strong woman.

"I'm in a good mood for handing over the treasure on you, boy. Maybe I can let you go." The gray-clothed old man smiled slyly, with a dark air.

Leng Wuyou raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth twitched, feeling that she could block the old man's attack, making him think that she had a treasure on her body.

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