Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 570
"what?"

Six people shouted in unison.

How can it be!

They couldn't be more aware of the strength of the old man with white beard.

escaped?not kidding?

Lin Xiang opened his mouth, and said after a while: "I know Tian Ermiao's strength. Although he is at the fifth level of Qi Refining Realm, he is stronger than anyone at the fifth level of Qi Refining Realm, but..."

His words were interrupted, and the white-bearded old man said: "His realm is at the sixth level of Qi Refining Realm."

"What?" Lin Xiang was shocked. How long has it been since he reached the sixth level of the Qi Refining Realm? Do you want to ride a rocket?

"Elder Supreme, even if he is at the sixth level of Qi Refining Realm, he won't let you escape." One person asked.

"It wasn't him who made me choose to escape." The old man with white beard said.

"Is there anyone else? Which sect?" An old man in sackcloth asked.

"A girl."

The white-bearded old man took a deep breath before speaking.

"Girl..." Lin Xiang thought for a while, and then he thought of the scene that terrified him, "Jing Shuiyao, the girl from Qingyi Temple?"

The white-bearded old man shook his head: "I've seen Jing Shuiyao before."

"Who is that?" Lin Xiang really couldn't imagine any sect disciple who could be as good as Jing Shuiyao.

"She uses power from the stars."

The white-bearded old man took a deep breath.

"Xingchen..." Lin Xiang and the others didn't understand.

However, looking at the appearance of the white-bearded old man, they naturally understood that it was no small matter.

"Did they go up the mountain?" someone asked.

"Yes." The old man with white beard nodded.

"Let's line up."

Lin Xiang stood up.

"I'm afraid they won't be able to come up the mountain, do you need me to lead the way?" said the old man in sackcloth.

"I need someone to lead the way...um..."

The old man with white beard suddenly turned his head.

"It's just a broken formation, and you still need to lead the way?" Tian Ermiao said lightly.

"How did you get up here?" The white-bearded old man's eyes became more and more cautious.

"It's just a broken formation." Tian Ermiao said.

"Arrangement!"

The white-bearded old man roared.

The six of Lin Xiang jumped up from the ground and formed a circle around the white-bearded old man.

Each of the six held a sword, with the point of the sword pointing downwards.

"Oh, sword array." Tian Ermiao smiled.

He was also worried that it would take so much effort to come up one by one.

"Juling!" The white-bearded old man shouted.

The swords in the hands of Lin Xiang's six people shook violently, and all six sword qi flew towards the white-bearded old man.

The white-bearded old man raised his hand, and an illusory sword appeared in his hand.

The energy of the sword shadow is berserk, and its power is unparalleled.

"Be careful." Xia Yixue reminded Tian Ermiao.

"Do you know what I'm least afraid of?" Tian Ermiao said.

Xia Yixue looked sideways slightly, Tian Ermiao continued: "The thing I'm least afraid of is formations."

"The most feared thing is the formation? I see how you died under the sword formation." Lin Xiang said.

"You definitely won't be able to see it." Tian Ermiao clasped his hands together and roared, "No name, why don't you come out?"

hum!
The ground seemed to be shaking.

The white-bearded old man and the others all looked towards the ground.

A crack appeared on the ground, and the nameless ancient sword flew out with a "swish".

buzzing...

As if, the nameless ancient sword fell into Tian Ermiao's hand with unusual excitement, and it was still trembling slightly.

"Old friend, I have wronged you." Tian Ermiao said.

"Good sword!" Xia Yixue commented.

"Of course it's a good sword, but they think it's a bad sword, some old stuff that doesn't know the goods!" Tian Ermiao said coldly.

"Huangkou kid, court death!" Lin Xiang shouted loudly.

"It's you who are looking for death!"

Tian Ermiao took a step forward, and even took the initiative to rush towards the sword array set up by the seven people.

The white-bearded old man held an illusory sword shadow and slashed at Tian Ermiao.

boom!
The sword shadow was clearly aimed at Tian Ermiao, but unexpectedly deviated.

The white-bearded old man was shocked, and at the same time, he was also puzzled, how could it be?
Suddenly, he saw Tian Ermiao approaching Lin Xiang.

He was even more shocked, as were Lin Xiang and others, especially Lin Xiang, who was terrified.

Because the sword array was in motion, he couldn't get away at all.

"Don't panic!"

The white-bearded old man struck the re-condensed sword shadow in his hand.

"what!"

The sword shadow was indeed aimed at Tian Ermiao, however, it actually hit Lin Xiang, and Lin Xiang's left arm flew out directly.

As soon as his screams came out, they stopped.

Because Tian Ermiao inserted the nameless ancient sword into his chest.

The vitality was sucked away in an instant.

Lin Xiang's death was extremely tragic.

The sword array lacked one person, and it immediately failed to operate smoothly.

However, the white-bearded old man and others did not dare to forcefully stop, because they would eat them back.

"Elder Supreme, what should we do?" the old man in sackcloth asked urgently.

"Juling!" The white-bearded old man shouted angrily.

The sword shadow appeared in his hand again, but he didn't attack Tian Ermiao immediately.

Lin Xiang's death made him have scruples.

However, Tian Ermiao made a move.

A sword sliced ​​off the palm of an old man.

"Ah!" A scream came out.

"Sword and shield!" The white-bearded old man made a decisive decision.

Sword lights appeared one after another, forming a mask of sword aura around them.

"Good defense."

Tian Ermiao nodded and said.

"Boy, let me see how you attack!" The old man in sackcloth shouted.

"Have you forgotten the sword in my hand?" Tian Ermiao looked at him.

"Sword..." The old man in sackcloth frowned.

"My sword can absorb vitality. You are all old and out of shape. You must not have much vitality. I don't know how long it will last."

Tian Ermiao smiled strangely, and then, he slashed at the defensive mask with a sword.

That energy was like venting anger.

Wuming Gujian was also venting his anger, absorbing the vitality of the old men inside through the mask.

"Elder Supreme, what should we do?"

Every time Tian Ermiao swung his sword, it was depriving them of their vitality. As Tian Ermiao said, they didn't have much vitality and couldn't last long.

"Boy, stop!"

The old man with white beard shouted.

Suffocated, really embarrassed!

It was the same in Jianlou, and it was the same in Jianzhong. Moreover, there was no helper this time, only Tian Ermiao was alone.

"You tell me to stop, so I will stop?"

Tian Ermiao chopped off another piece.

An old man with the weakest cultivation base is several years old.

The vitality was sucked away, which had a particularly great impact on him, and it became difficult to maintain the formation.

Of course, the old man with white beard understands this truth, he can't let this situation continue, otherwise, he will be exhausted and die with him.

"drink!"

The white-bearded old man let out a loud shout, stuck his hand out of the mask, and made a palm print on Tian Ermiao.

Facing the palm prints, Tian Ermiao didn't even need to make a move, and was scattered by Xia Yixue's streamer.

"Tian Ermiao, stop, I have something to say." The white-bearded old man actually gave up.

Even, he was secretly scolding Lin Xiang for bringing the damned Evil Sword back to the sect.

If all of them died, the loss would be too great for Luo Yangzong, and it would not be able to recover for hundreds of years!

"Since you said so, let me ask you."

Tian Ermiao asked, "Where is Zhou Wenluo?"

"Sect Master..." The white-bearded old man frowned.

(End of this chapter)