Chapter 537

Name:Medicinal Immortal Author:Feng Jiong
When the old man heard her words, his face was gloomy. Before he made any response, he saw that Tang Ning's figure flashed towards him, and the dagger he held in his hand flashed. Even in the night, driven by the aura of spiritual power, the old man still felt the sharp light of senhan. The fierce killing opportunity made the air float with a cold and murderous air, which made the old man dare not neglect it.

Ignoring the injured hand, he crossed his waist with one hand and held a long sword in his hand, which narrowly prevented Downing's attack.

"Sonorous!"

When swords and swords collided, a clear voice came out. However, the people not far away were only slightly surprised, but did not come over. There was a spirit Master's breath. They thought that it was the old man who started to fight against downing. Downing was fighting hard!

However, how can an ordinary person who can't practice be the opponent of the top monk of the spirit Master? I believe that in no time, the old man will drag back the body of Downing.

However, they did not know that the old man was arrogant and unwilling to admit that he was not a little girl's opponent, so he did not make a voice to call for help. In the case of one hand injury, he was forced to step back step by step by downing and was in great distress.

"Whew!"

The old man, who was in a state of embarrassment, leaned back to avoid the dagger that the other side had drawn at his throat. At the moment that the dagger passed through his throat, he was not hurt by the blade of the knife because he was backward, but he was still frightened by the cold and fierce air flow, and his hair stood up all over his body.

At the moment of leaning back and avoiding, he raised his hand and shot the sleeve arrow to drive back downing. His body staggered back a few steps, but before he stood still, he was surprised to see that Tang Ning blocked his sleeve arrow with his dagger in his hand, and with a dark slap, he actually hit the sleeve arrow back.

"Whew!"

The sleeve arrow whips back and hits the old man's waist and abdomen with the speed that can't cover his ears. Hearing him snort, his body retreats again, and his face finally turns pale. When he blows out the long sword in his hand and opens his mouth to call for help, Tang Ning, who is three meters away, dodges the attack of his sword to one side, and his figure flies up and kicks the tree on one side At the same time, the dagger in his hand flew out like a cold light.

"Well!"

With a dull hum, the open mouth spilled blood before he could speak. At that throat, a dagger pierced through his throat and stuck in his throat. His whole body was frozen there, his eyes were unbelievable and he was unwilling to open them. Until his life was finally broken, the whole person fell back and was stuck in a split tree.

Then downing stepped forward, pulled out the dagger that had been stuck in his throat, wiped the blood from the dagger on his clothes, and took off the sleeve arrow from his arm, and then went to the man lying in ambush.

Ouyang Laozu, who were waiting for Tang Xiao's arrival, frowned when they saw that there was no sound in the distance: "why did you go so long? Can't you even kill a little girl? "

"I should be back soon. I'm just a little girl. I can come out..." Before the old man finished speaking, he looked around and twisted his eyebrows: "no, there is a strong smell of blood!" As soon as the voice fell, his figure swept out like a ghost, toward the darkness of the forest.

At this time, Tang Ning is using the sleeve arrow to solve several secret guards. Seeing that the sleeve arrow is used up, and is preparing to use the dagger to start again, she suddenly feels a strong palm wind slapping at her.