Chapter 5277
The old man in the white robe was thin and his face was wrinkled. His old white hair blew with the breeze, but his broad shoulders seemed to carry the world.
Behind the white-robed old man, densely packed Confucian scriptures manifested, emitting a dazzling golden light.
Wen Sheng, Xun Kuang!
Seeing the red sword light rushing towards him, Xun Sheng slowly raised his hand and immediately pressed him up.
Between his five fingers, the fingerprint ravines are vertical and horizontal, but it seems that there is a mighty force in charge of the heaven and the earth, like a mountain, immediately suppressing all the sword lights, unable to move.
"Old man, do you want to follow in Wang Bo'an's footsteps? How did he die back then, do you want to experience it again?"
The evil man's face finally changed, revealing a grim look.
"Cough, cough! If your master comes in person, the old man will not come out. But you are just a tool spirit, and in the final analysis, you are just a dead thing. You can't help the old man."
Xun Kuang coughed slightly, a look of exhaustion flashing across his face.
As if suppressing the evil man, he would have to pay a considerable price for his dignified sage.
"Good! Good! I have long seen that you, an old man, has a bad heart. Although my master is not in this world, but you alone can't protect this kid!"
The evil man burst into laughter, waving his sleeves, 80,000 sword energy crisscrossed, breaking through Xun Sheng's palm.
A touch of golden blood splattered on the ground.
Xun Kuang's palm was cut abruptly, and the saint's blood flew out, already suffering from quite serious trauma.
"Tick! Tick!"
Drops of fresh blood dripped down Xun Kuang's clothes, clearly visible.
But Xun Sheng never took a step back, like a mountain, firmly guarding Lu Yu behind him.
The sky was falling apart, the sky was dark, and a terrifying aura swept in. Xun Sheng's face was slightly pale, and the wrinkles on his old face became deeper and deeper.
"Fight again and you'll die."
The evil man sneered more and more, his sword light triggered changes in the surrounding laws, and the fierce thunder gradually became violent.
Asgard, beasts, ancient demons, visions...
A lot of phantoms evolved from the blood-colored sword glow, and they all rushed over, revealing endless killing intent, sweeping all over.
In front of Xun Sheng, endless magical techniques have evolved, and he has a head-to-head confrontation with the evil man. In the blink of an eye, the two parties have already fought for hundreds of rounds.
But Xun Sheng is bleeding.
The evil men are becoming more and more arrogant, and even have a tendency to fight more and more bravely.
This is an extremely dangerous confrontation. The sages of this world and the living beings of the prehistoric battle are fighting, but the result is that they are suppressed and unable to move.
From Xun Sheng's chest, a white air emerged. The holy light was immortal, but it flickered and dimmed, as if it might go out at any time.
Round after round of attacks came roaring like an overwhelming sea, crushing all the sacred arts performed by Xun Sanctuary. A strong sense of shock reverberated around.
"Old thing, how's it going? After all these years, you still haven't made any progress!"
The evil man was laughing wildly, he walked step by step, tens of thousands of red blood swords wrapped around him, murderous intent.
"There are talented people in the country. If I don't improve, I won't improve. There will always be someone who will surpass this old man in the future." Xun Sheng smiled lightly, his expression as usual.
"Really? This heaven is just a back garden for our nourishment. The world will only get weaker and weaker. It is already a kind of heaven and earth to have a strong ant like you. Do you want to create another one? It's just wishful thinking." The alien man sneered and shook his head.
Behind the white-robed old man, densely packed Confucian scriptures manifested, emitting a dazzling golden light.
Wen Sheng, Xun Kuang!
Seeing the red sword light rushing towards him, Xun Sheng slowly raised his hand and immediately pressed him up.
Between his five fingers, the fingerprint ravines are vertical and horizontal, but it seems that there is a mighty force in charge of the heaven and the earth, like a mountain, immediately suppressing all the sword lights, unable to move.
"Old man, do you want to follow in Wang Bo'an's footsteps? How did he die back then, do you want to experience it again?"
The evil man's face finally changed, revealing a grim look.
"Cough, cough! If your master comes in person, the old man will not come out. But you are just a tool spirit, and in the final analysis, you are just a dead thing. You can't help the old man."
Xun Kuang coughed slightly, a look of exhaustion flashing across his face.
As if suppressing the evil man, he would have to pay a considerable price for his dignified sage.
"Good! Good! I have long seen that you, an old man, has a bad heart. Although my master is not in this world, but you alone can't protect this kid!"
The evil man burst into laughter, waving his sleeves, 80,000 sword energy crisscrossed, breaking through Xun Sheng's palm.
A touch of golden blood splattered on the ground.
Xun Kuang's palm was cut abruptly, and the saint's blood flew out, already suffering from quite serious trauma.
"Tick! Tick!"
Drops of fresh blood dripped down Xun Kuang's clothes, clearly visible.
But Xun Sheng never took a step back, like a mountain, firmly guarding Lu Yu behind him.
The sky was falling apart, the sky was dark, and a terrifying aura swept in. Xun Sheng's face was slightly pale, and the wrinkles on his old face became deeper and deeper.
"Fight again and you'll die."
The evil man sneered more and more, his sword light triggered changes in the surrounding laws, and the fierce thunder gradually became violent.
Asgard, beasts, ancient demons, visions...
A lot of phantoms evolved from the blood-colored sword glow, and they all rushed over, revealing endless killing intent, sweeping all over.
In front of Xun Sheng, endless magical techniques have evolved, and he has a head-to-head confrontation with the evil man. In the blink of an eye, the two parties have already fought for hundreds of rounds.
But Xun Sheng is bleeding.
The evil men are becoming more and more arrogant, and even have a tendency to fight more and more bravely.
This is an extremely dangerous confrontation. The sages of this world and the living beings of the prehistoric battle are fighting, but the result is that they are suppressed and unable to move.
From Xun Sheng's chest, a white air emerged. The holy light was immortal, but it flickered and dimmed, as if it might go out at any time.
Round after round of attacks came roaring like an overwhelming sea, crushing all the sacred arts performed by Xun Sanctuary. A strong sense of shock reverberated around.
"Old thing, how's it going? After all these years, you still haven't made any progress!"
The evil man was laughing wildly, he walked step by step, tens of thousands of red blood swords wrapped around him, murderous intent.
"There are talented people in the country. If I don't improve, I won't improve. There will always be someone who will surpass this old man in the future." Xun Sheng smiled lightly, his expression as usual.
"Really? This heaven is just a back garden for our nourishment. The world will only get weaker and weaker. It is already a kind of heaven and earth to have a strong ant like you. Do you want to create another one? It's just wishful thinking." The alien man sneered and shook his head.
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