Chapter 1133

Bang!

Boom!

Chuxuan nervously looks at the two swords that collide in the air, but leaves the fire sword to lag slightly, seems to have taken a trace of the upper hand instead.

Lihuo sword is slowly devouring and burning, as if to burn all the things in the world. Naturally, the thunder giant sword is not willing to take in the thunder of nine days. The body of the sword becomes more and more solid. The two fight fiercely. For a time, no one can do anything about it.

At the same time, under the control of Chu Xuan's mind, the two flame beams turned into two fire swords, and they chopped away at Lao Dao's Lihuo sword.

However, Chu Xuan's magic power is the sun's golden pupil, not Ning Jian's magic power. Therefore, there are still some weaknesses in his power.

However, under the common resistance of Zhuxian sword spirit, five color thunder and two fire swords, he barely insisted.

The old Taoist priest opened his mouth in disbelief and roared wildly: "how can it be? How can it be like this? The fire sword is invincible, and everything will be destroyed. It will burn everything. Just now, even the thunder has been swallowed up. Why can't we get into it now?"

The Taoist priest was unwilling to swallow the pills to restore his spiritual power. Just now Lihuo sword has exhausted his spiritual power. Now he swallows the elixir again, and then he injects the spiritual power into Lihuo sword and vows to make a breakthrough at one stroke.

Sure enough, with the blessing of Lao Dao's spiritual power, Lihuo sword devoured the thunder sword, and even the two fire swords that he had coagulated collapsed in an instant. Lihuo sword quickly killed chuxuan.

Chuxuan has no time to deal with it. Lihuo sword has been added to his body. With a bang, chuxuan is chopped to the ground.

At the moment of leaving the fire, it was attached to thunderbolt armor, which seemed to burn the armor.

Chu Xuan didn't expect that the old way's Lihuo sword was so powerful that he sighed in his heart: "it's worthy of studying for thousands of years. It's really powerful."

Chu Xuan has seen through the old way. At least he has lived for nearly ten thousand years. After such a long period of time, it is reasonable that he can exert all his magic powers. What's more, it is hard to imagine the power of breaking out when he is fighting for his life.

"Boy, as long as you hand over your skills now, I'm still willing to let you commit suicide, OK?" The old man is good at persuasion: "it's better than being burned away by the fire, and the soul is broken."

Chu Xuan snorted coldly. However, seeing that the thunderbolt armor which claimed to be able to resist the attack of all things was burned down a little bit, he couldn't help being very anxious.

He knew that as long as time went on, Lihuo would break the thunderbolt armor, and then he would be absolutely out of his wits and leave no trace.

He understood that it was not that the sun's true fire was not strong, nor was it that Zhuxian's sword spirit was too weak, and it was not that huoshenzhu could not do it.

The reason for this is that the old way is too strong. Although the cultivation of the old Taoism is not as good as the early stage of Sendai, it has already entered the middle stage of Sendai with half a foot. It has been studying the fire sword for countless years, so that the Taoist can barely get the upper hand.

Thinking about the Countermeasures in my heart, I feel that we should first make up for it with the old way, and then drag him to talk about it.

Chuxuan cried out for mercy and showed weakness: "OK, you win. I agree with your suggestion. However, there is no secret to my cultivation. I need to dictate it."

The Taoist priest was not sure, but after thinking for a while, he agreed. He was not afraid of Chu Xuan's coloratura. He felt that everything was under his control.

Laodao severely warned: "you'd better not think of playing tricks, the fire sword will always hang on your head."

"It's natural. In order to be in samsara, I dare not make fun of myself." Chuxuan's tone was sincere, and he was a little frightened. It seemed that he really wanted to compromise. The old Taoist had to believe it. He believed that in the face of absolute strength, all calculations were scum.