"kill……"

After discovering the weakness of the Yellow Turban Strongman, Qi Xiang did not hesitate at all and immediately rushed towards the old Taoist priest.

"Ah, protect the car..."

The old Taoist priest was stunned, but he had some strength, not just a fool. In other words, a simple fool would not be able to drive the Yellow Turban Strongman.

However, for decades, he has become accustomed to comfort. He meditates and practices in the room secret. He usually gives orders when he has something to do and rarely uses force with others, so he lacks experience.

When Qi Xiang rushed over, he did not fight back, but dodge.

The old Taoist priest's speed could be called as fast as lightning. His figure twisted in the hall and had already floated outside, standing on the shoulders of the Yellow Turban Strongman, and avoiding the disaster.

"...Old fox, really can escape."

Qi Xiang shook her head, and the blade's edge did not change, and she slashed the other people in the hall to the ground with one knife.

"Kill him at any cost..."

At the same time, outside the hall, the old Taoist priest was furious and issued another order.

"boom!"

In an instant, the Yellow Turban Strongman no longer held his hand. A huge palm directly enveloped the entire palace. With one palm falling, the power was silent, but it was extremely terrifying.

The silent power squeezed the palace into powder.

The hard and solid ground also fell, and a huge palm and fingerprint appeared...

Unfortunately, the moment his palm fell, Qi Xiang had already left the hall. He flew over and landed on a nearby tiled house, his eyes slanted, but his target was the bronze statue of the golden armor on the hand of the old Taoist priest.

"Yellow Turbans..."

Qi Xiang is naturally interested in such things. However, depending on the situation, it is difficult to grab things.

"Since I can't get it, I have to destroy it."

Qi Xiang's eyes sterned, and when he stepped on his feet, the entire tile was split into pieces. He buried the next person who wanted to sneak attack him alive.

"kill!"

Then, Qi Xiang soared into the air, and a brilliant sword light was like a water curtain, but the target was the old Taoist man on the shoulders of the Yellow Turban Strongman.

He speculated in his heart that even if this old man was not the head of Laoshan Villa, he should be a senior executive at the core of power. Whether it was chopping the old man or capturing and forcing the whereabouts of the Yu Family's Secret Library, it was a good choice.

The knife breaks through the sky, like an eagle flying at lightning.

The muddy water curtain, like a solid substance, covers the Yellow Turban Strongman, and the impact is very wide.

However, the real killer move is a bright red sword energy.

Between the sword force, a bright red sword light locked the old Taoist priest, making him feel a biting cold. A heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

At the critical moment, the old Taoist priest finally showed a bit of a master's style. The gorgeous Taoist robe on her body bulged, and strands of golden silk and silver threads burst into layers of light.

Qi Xiang didn't expect that the gorgeous clothes on the old Taoist priest turned out to be a rob.

Inside the robe, a formation is inlaid with a defensive formation.

After the old Taoist priest triggered the formation, a layer of stream of light was like waves, forming a thick shield. The long sword slashed on the shield. It was wrapped by a layer of flexible force and was instantly stuck, making it difficult to penetrate half an inch deep.

If you give Qi Xiang some more time and let him brew and exert his fierce and hostile aura of the spirit in the sword, then you will definitely be able to break through the defense.

However, the Yellow Turban Strongman is not a vegetarian. In this gap, the magic sword in the hand of the Yellow Turban Strongman also flashed again, and the broad sword with a wide door panel was slashed in half.

If Qi Xiang didn't hide, it might end up being dismembered.

"trouble!"

Qi Xiang had no choice but to put away his knife and swept it.

"Well!"

On the shoulders of the Yellow Turban Strongman, the old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away the sweat stains on his forehead in a daze, and then he felt a little embarrassed and angry, and was furious.

"Honor, now that the sect is at its peak of life and death, don't hold back, kill him quickly."

The old Taoist priest gritted his teeth and his face flushed.

However, he could see clearly and understand the current situation. Qi Xiang's strength was very terrible. If it weren't for the fact that there was a backup plan in the sect, he might have been wiped out now.

One person, one single group, destroys a sect. Such horrifying deeds are about to disappear in the world of cultivation.

The old Taoist priest never hopes that such a thing will happen to his own sect.

Therefore, after evading the disaster, he made up his mind and quickly pinched a finger gesture, pouring all his energy into the golden armored bronze statue.

With the blessing of new power, the golden armored bronze statue immediately burst into a gorgeous golden light.

At the same time, a bunch of yellow smoke also emerged in the void and merged into the Yellow Turban Strongman.

"roar!"

In a moment, the Yellow Turban Strongman roared to the sky, and his body also changed significantly. For example, the texture of his armor on his body became clearer and smoother. For example, his body muscles also raised one by one, and his tendons were like twists, and he exuded endless power.

In a blink of an eye, the strength of the Yellow Turban Powerful has increased by at least 30%.

The strength of the Yellow Turban Powerful is already comparable to that of Qi Xiang. Now, it has increased its strength by 30%, so it can naturally cover Qi Xiang.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Amid the weak cry of the old Taoist priest, the Yellow Turban Strongman held the sword in both hands and held it high in the air.

At this moment, the afterglow of the sunset shone on the sword of the Yellow Turban Strongman, and a ray of light like blood in the setting sun also emitted a very terrifying pressure.

Qi Xiang also understood that if he couldn't catch this sword, he would probably have to escape thousands of miles away and look for another opportunity.

It is very troublesome to have some troubles.

What he fears the most is trouble, so...

"Fight!"

Qi Xiang stood up with a knife and began to brew. Innate true energy emerged in the dantian, and then circulated between the limbs and bones, condensed little by little, and then poured into the long sword.

“Buzz…”

The long sword trembled and the light flashed.

The blue dragon light and shadow in the blade immediately projected into the void, forming a dozen feet long, thick and agile body, with fangs and claws, full of majesty.

However, the eyes of this green dragon were bright red, like a pair of bloody eyes.

The blue dragon's bloody eyes are full of murderous and violent spirit.

The power among them is in confrontation with the Yellow Turban Strongman, but it is not at all inferior.

"Where does this come from the monster..."

"I'm not old, how come my cultivation is as good as the Dharma Protector..."

At the nearby hilltop, some remaining Laoshan Gate looked at the scene in front of them with trembling fear. Obviously, they also knew that whether the Laoshan Sect survived or died depends on the result of this battle.

If the Yellow Turbans win, they can survive. If the Yellow Turbans lose...

No, the Yellow Turbans will not defeat.

Some people firmly believe that they clench their fists and cheer themselves up. But their eyes unconsciously show their worries.

After all, when the blue dragon swirled in the sky, Qi Xiang's aura was also integrated with the long sword.

When the man and sword are united, the momentum on his body will immediately explode.

The two confronted each other...

No, it should be when Qi Xiang confronted the Yellow Turban Strongman, a very heavy aura was formed with them as the center, forming layers of waves that spread around.

The breath floats, the wind stops the dust, and the silence is extremely depressing.

In this depressing atmosphere, others didn't even dare to breathe, and watched the situation in the venue without turning their eyes.

Unpredictable, the Yellow Turban Powerful Moves moved.

Swish!

A sword slashed downwards.

A very simple action, but it was astonishing as thunder, and a bang and exploded.

The air suddenly exploded, like a volcano erupting, and more like the power of a nuclear bomb. The air turned into a mushroom cloud within a radius of dozens of miles.

Caught off guard, many people nearby were shocked to bleed from their seven orifices and were confused.

However, some people gritted their teeth and insisted, watching and watching. However, they could not see anything, they just saw a ball of light.

That's right, it's light.

The sword is like a stream of light, dominating the sky.

Now, it was already setting sun and the sky was a little dark and gloomy.

But when the sword came out, a sun rose from the entire mountain, with golden lights and brilliant lights again covering the sky and the earth, brilliant and dazzling.

Even if some people close their eyes, they can feel the glorious light outside their eyelids.
To be continued...