Chapter 1654： cut off

In the mountains and forests, the old man woke up like a beast of fierce famine, trembling with anger, overwhelming.

He stared at Lingxian stubbornly, besides killing, he was jealous.

He has practiced the frontier for more than a thousand years, only a few days ago, he broke through the realm of the Grand Master, a distance of 108,000 miles away from the Grand Master. However, Ling Xian is obviously not more than two hundred years old, but he has reached the state of a great master that countless people have dreamed of. How can he not be jealous?

That is the Grand Master who represents the pinnacle!

How many people have spent their entire lives can only end in shame, even if they are shocked and brilliant, they may not be able to reach it.

However, Ling Xian has achieved this incredible move at such a young age. If this is spread, the whole world will be in shock!

Especially in the formation circle, I don't know how many mages are jealous.

"I took control of the Locked Dragon Formation, not to strike you, but to prevent you from escaping."

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. "You are not qualified to kill me."

"This sentence, it's up to me." The old man sneered, saying: "A monk in the early days of Ming Dao, killing you is easy."

"Realm doesn't mean everything." Ling Xian laughed. He had already seen that the old man had reached up to three polar realms, which was an ordinary mid-Mingdao period.

In other words, he is fully capable of winning.

"You don't need three moves to kill you." The old man stared coldly at Ling Xian, majestic mana was ready, and he was brewing a stormy offensive.

"That's what you think." Ling Xian shook her head with a smile and three moves? Don't make a joke, even if the old man is in the top six polar worlds, don't think about defeating him within three strokes.

"What I think is the reality!" The old man yelled, the black robes danced wildly, the storm surged, and the thunder rose.

Obviously, he is already brewing almost. Once he takes a shot, he must be swallowed up.

In this regard, Ling Xian did not panic, he looked at the old man with great interest, waiting for this person to brew to the peak.

This made the old man look somber and said, "Should I say you are stupid or arrogant? You dare to ignore my brewing momentum, boy, you are playing with fire."

"Whatever you think, I don't interrupt, just because I want to see how strong you are at the peak."

Ling Xian smiled and said, "You can also understand to be confident."

"I don't see self-confidence. What I see is all your ignorance." The old man sneered, revealing his murderous power.

At the same time, his momentum became more powerful, and the whole mountain shook.

"Really, as a result, everything will be proven." Ling Xian smiled slightly, her hands behind her back, showing the grandeur's spirit.

This made the old man even more angry, and after a few breaths, he finally brewed to its peak.

Although it hasn't been shot yet, it has become so enraged that even heaven and earth have changed its color.

"Boy, your death is here!"

The old man shouted and took a step forward with strength, and suddenly the light broke out and the void broke!

Divine light whistled out, such as a sharp sword, if a meteor, with the power of Wanjun to kill Ling Xian.

In this regard, Ling Xian not only did not move, but was somewhat disappointed.

He looked at the proud old man and slowly spit out four words: "But that's it."

The words fell, his body glowed, his mana condensed, and he made an invincible punch.

Suddenly, the square mile was broken, and a beam of light was extinguished, let alone hurt Lingxian, even without the qualifications to be close.

The next moment, Lingxian cut through the sky, mountains and rivers cleared and flowed, and they fell down!

This frightened the old man, and with a flick of his hands, a black spear condensed, penetrated through the clouds, and horrified.

Unfortunately, he failed to shake the mountain river tripod and was shattered in an instant.

"Although it is a little higher than me, it is obvious that your attack power is not as good as mine." Ling Xian shook her head in disappointment, Shanhe Ding suppressed ten parties, and the **** of war shook the world.

Suddenly, a ghost image of the White Tiger emerged, roaring and roaring, and its power collapsed.

The old man then changed color, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

In his mind, Lingxian was a little lower than himself, and he could definitely suppress it easily. However, it turned out that he was falling behind. How could he not be shocked?

"It's weak. It's not the middle period of Ming Dao. It seems that the medicine is piled up."

Ling Xianmulu was disappointed. The reason why he waited for the old man to breed momentum was to want to have a good fight and move his muscles.

Unfortunately, the old man's offensive power obviously does not reach the middle of the Ming Dao Realm, nor can he match him.

"What's your look ?!" the old man was angry, his eyes seemed to spit fire.

He had been beaten and miserable. At this moment, Ling Xian's disappointed eyes hurt him even more.

"Damn, you dare to look down on me, Lao Tzu is a strong man in the middle of Ming Dao!" The old man was furious.

"The realm can't measure everything, and if you want to correct your name, you can see the true chapter in your hand." Ling Xian said lightly, and her hands were full of turmoil.

The immortal Shenguang blooms, the invincible fist marks condense, and the old man coughs up blood, and the wolf goes backwards.

He wanted to resist, but He Lingxian was too strong and fierce, and even if he tried his life, he was defeated. In the end, he was completely out of the wind and had no power to fight back.

One is that his attack power did not reach the level of mid-Mingdao, and the other was that Lingxian's attack power exceeded the scope of mid-Mingdao.

Although not many, it is beyond, after all, it is not easy to suppress the elderly who have not reached the middle of Mingdao.

Therefore, Ling Xian did not fight back the old man. In a short period of time, the person was already wounded.

According to this situation, before long, the elderly will fall.

"Ah, drive me!"

When the old man went mad and burned Shouyuan, his attack power increased by three points, and he wanted to start the Lingxian stormy offensive.

"That's what it looks like. Unfortunately, it can't save you."

Ling Xianmu's eyes are cold, and her attack power has increased a bit. The imperial fist dances, and it will be difficult to see the old man who hopes to suppress it again.

"Ah, I want you to die, I want you to die!" The old man was completely crazy, there was no rule at all, it was a way of hurting the enemy by one thousand and self-damaging eight hundred.

He paid the huge price of burning Shouyuan, only to see a glimmer of light, but in the blink of an eye, he was beaten back to the abyss. How could he not be angry? How can we not despair?

At this moment, all his self-confidence and pride disappeared, replaced by fear and despair.

Lingxian is too powerful, there may not be a little bit of victory!

Therefore, the old man woke up from his anger, knowing that if he wanted to live, he had to escape!

At the moment, he burned Shou Yuan madly, barely shaking Lingxian.

"Boy, I remember you. When I make a comeback, I will crush you!"

The old man was so happy that he hurried towards the rear.

Seeing this, Ling Xian didn't stop. He looked at the old man who escaped from Cangjie, and his eyes were full of jokes.

This frowned the old man, wondering why he didn't stop himself.

But soon he understood.

Because, he saw his own cloth, but belonged to Lingxian's lock dragon pattern!

This array loomed in the void, blocking the old man's way and cutting off his vitality!