Jin Yong world explosion

"Boy, I pity you for your hard-won cultivation, plus your aptitude is considered superior, so I feel pity for you, but don't think that I'm afraid of you, I advise you to control your temper, don't let me go Self mistake!"

Rao is that old ancestor who has always boasted that he has jumped out of the five elements and is not in the world, but now he is confronted by Xiaolong, a junior in public, in his capacity, but he is a little embarrassed, so his face sinks slightly with a faint expression. Said in a threatening tone.

"My whole body is naturally the result of my tenacity and hard work. Although it is not easy to come by, I don't bother you to worry about it. Today is still the same sentence, leaving Jinlun's life. Otherwise, I will definitely not give up!"

Regarding what the ancestor said, Xiaolong snorted slightly and said, the contempt in the words made the ancestor couldn't help but become more and more annoyed, but just when he wanted to speak, he was caught off guard all the time. Jinlun Fawang, who was guarding behind him, spoke.

"Boy, don't go crazy because you think that your cultivation is advanced. If I don't crush you today and destroy this Emei, I won't go back to Zangbian Landa Temple!"

After all, this Jinlun Fawang can be regarded as the head of the sect, and he has long been used to being flattered by others, but now that Xiaolong insists on taking his own life, he simply regards himself as nothing, so what can Jinlun Fawang do? Can you bear it?Dang even couldn't help but cursed angrily.

"Deadly bald, do you think that someone is protecting you, so I have nothing to do with you? If that's the case, you accept the move!"

Seeing Jinlun Fawang being so arrogant and domineering, Xiaolong couldn't help but said with a smile.The expressions on his face were already full of aura.

To say that this Jinlun Fawang is also a well-informed person, and he has experienced many storms and waves in his daily life, but now seeing Xiaolong's expression, he can't help but feel a slight twitch in his heart. For some reason, he didn't feel the slightest sense of security at all, as if he was surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves, and he was in danger of dying at every turn.

I didn't see the little dragon's posture at all. I saw that after his left hand slightly moved a mysterious and unpredictable sword formula, the Yitian sword in his hand rose into the air inexplicably without any external force, and then In an instant, an incomparably smooth circle was drawn.He stabbed directly at Jinlun Fawang.

"Bruce Lee

How could the ancestor think that the little dragon in front of him would hit him at will?Seeing that Jinlun Fawang was already in danger.But the ancestor couldn't help being outraged, he roared and turned around to grab the sword.

With the ancestor's current cultivation base, even the Yitian sword could not hurt him at all, and just now he has learned the mystery of Xiaolong's sword control technique.Under the bottom of the heart, this grasp turned out to be inevitable, to frustrate Xiaolong and destroy his prestige.

as expected.Following the slow but fast grasp of the ancestor.He grasped the sword in his hand almost in a blink of an eye, and this also made Jinlun Fawang, who had almost no resistance at all, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to make a good mockery of the little dragon.But I didn't expect the mutation to happen again.

The ancestor only felt that what he was holding in his hand was no longer an ordinary sword, but a dragon that was constantly turning and moving, and under the constant trembling of the sword body, there were bursts of crashing sounds like dragon chant. Under the strong force, it was almost impossible for the ancestor to completely restrain the sword.

"The kid really has some tricks!"

But at this time, seeing the gloomy face of the ancestor, although the old Taoist on the side looked on the sidelines and did not make a move, his eyes were relentlessly seeing everything that happened, and immediately turned slightly A smile whispered in his heart.

"open!"

I saw the little dragon holding the magic formula in his hand suddenly roared, and then as if he had sensed it, the struggle of the Yitian sword reached its limit in an instant, so that the ancestor could no longer hold the sword, and watched it like a dragon. Generally out of his grasp, and then went towards Jinlun Fawang behind him.

"stop!"

At this moment, the patriarch no longer cared about his identity, and couldn't help but slapped his palm after roaring furiously, but obviously even so, it seemed a bit late, no matter how crazy the palm was. It was fierce, but it could only make the Yitian sword in the air slightly tilted, but it rushed towards Jinlun Fawang without reducing its momentum.

"Give me death!"

What kind of cultivation was that ancestor?Although he didn't directly slap the sword, the power of palm wind is still not to be underestimated. Xiaolong's body visibly trembled slightly after being implicated, and his face turned slightly pale, obviously he had suffered a lot of internal injuries , but still laughed wildly and controlled the sword to kill.

"Old Ancestor, save me!"

Jinlun's cultivation at this time is much worse than that of the ancestor, so even the sharpness of the Yitian sword alone is not something he can compete with, let alone the little dragon who controls the sword. The once-in-a-lifetime swordsmanship?The Jinlun Fawang almost had no resistance at all. Seeing that the sharp edge of the sword was close in front of his eyes, the Jinlun Fawang couldn't help howling loudly.

But this is obviously useless, even if it is close at hand, the ancestor can no longer save the golden wheel, but can only watch the Yitian sword pass through with an unstoppable edge. It touched Jinlun Fawang's body, and then drew a graceful arc in the air before returning to Xiaolong's hand.

"what!"

With a scream, Jinlun Fawang couldn't help but clutched the huge wound on his right shoulder and fell to the ground, but even so, he still couldn't stop the blood dripping down continuously, and his whole body was completely shattered in an instant. Soaked.

"Pity!"

Seeing Jinlun Fawang's appearance like this, although Xiaolong's face was calm, he still couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart. If it wasn't for the sudden palm of the ancestor under the lightning and flint, the sword deviated from its original position. trajectory, then the current Jinlun Fawang is not as simple as being severely injured, he may have already been separated and died on the spot.

"It seems that this Jinlun Fawang should not die!"

I know that the opportunity like just now is fleeting and it is impossible to reappear. With the preparation in the heart of the ancestor, unless he has the confidence to kill the opponent under the sword, otherwise it is impossible to hurt him again. When it came to Jinlun Fawang, it was obviously not a good opportunity to fight against the opponent at this time. Thinking of this, Xiaolong was also extremely straightforward. With a light flick of his wrist, the sword had already returned to the scabbard. Proficient, and even more indescribably chic.

"Bruce Lee, you are courting death!"

At this time, the ancestor can be said to be really angry. Not only did he no longer have the slightest appearance of a talented monk, but his expression was extremely ferocious, and even his originally tall and thin body began to gradually swell. However, a trace of black air gradually permeated.

"Devil kung fu? I didn't expect this old bald donkey to practice magic kung fu!"

Seeing that the ancestor looked very different from ordinary people at this time, Xiaolong couldn't help being slightly taken aback in his heart, but even so, he still looked indifferently, looking at the ancestor opposite with a sneer, He didn't even draw out the sword again, as if the opponent's anger had nothing to do with him at all.

"Old thief bald, do you think I'm transparent? Is it possible that you and I have to relax our muscles and bones here to be willing?"

At this time, a lazy voice suddenly came, but the old Taoist priest who hadn't spoken for a long time spoke. Although he was full of laziness at this time, he even seemed so careless when he spoke. But it was this kind of attitude that made the ancestor couldn't help but feel a slight twitch in his heart, and the murderous intent that originally pervaded his body was abruptly taken back by him.

"Sure enough!"

Seeing such a big change in the situation, the corner of Xiaolong's mouth couldn't help but outline a faintly victorious smile. After all, since the appearance of the old man, the ancestor showed deep scruples, It means that the two must have a secret agreement, and as long as the bottom line is not exceeded, then the two can achieve peace with each other.

And obviously, if the ancestor really attacked him regardless of his identity, then it would undoubtedly be equivalent to breaking the bottom line between the two, so this old Taoist priest would not sit idly by anyway, and it was precisely because of this that Xiaolong made a move. With a calm and composed posture, he didn't even draw out his sword.

"Hurry up and save your precious disciple! Otherwise, if his blood won't dry up in a while, it will be quite difficult to treat him!"

Seeing the patriarch showing himself an expression of wanting to swallow him alive, the old Taoist showed a look of indifference, peeking at the Jinlun Fawang at the side, but couldn't help but pout his mouth and reminded in a low voice .

"Three years later, this old monk will definitely set foot in the middle of the earth again with the golden wheel. At that time, I must learn the real master's tricks!"

I saw that the ancestor stared at the old Taoist for a while, but then he spoke, but he didn't stop any more as soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and lifted Jinlun Fawang who could only groan in a low voice. Disappeared.

"Boy, don't be reconciled. If you miss today, do you think those two bald donkeys will let you go? Don't worry, there are plenty of opportunities for revenge!"

Watching the figures of the two people until they disappeared, the old Taoist had clearly seen the faint trace of unwillingness in the corner of Xiaolong's eyes, and immediately he couldn't help but comforted him. (To be continued..)