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The huge hand that blocks the sky and the sun, with a dark shadow, instantly envelops Ling Jian.

However, it was shadowed. The young man with sword soul is more peaceful than ever. His face is not sad or happy. There is only peace and tranquility.

As if in the youth, there is no fear at all.

Ling Jian's heart is also slightly Lin. if it wasn't for the front-end time, he would have been able to take off a layer of skin if he hadn't been quenched under the tumbling waterfall, just the aftereffect of the old man's attack.

"Boy, take your life!"

Yin Lao Li drank and looked at the young man who seemed to be numb in the void. As soon as he lifted the corner of his mouth, he showed a kind of cold smile and suddenly dropped his palms.

With his left hand, he flipped over the empty sky shaking in the afterwave. It seemed that there was a wave like air wave which was directly lifted up and swept up like a long dragon, blocking Ling Jian's way.

And the other big hand was mercilessly angry and afraid. In the waves, the other big hand was like a fierce beast breaking the sea, and suddenly enveloped Ling Jian.

This pair of palms with earth shaking momentum, in a flash, appeared in front of Ling Jian, with a dark shadow, instantly shrouded Ling Jian.

However, just as the palm of his hand was about to completely cover the young man, a streamer of light darted from the gap between his hands, just like a dragon and snake, with strange speed, suddenly burst out, and stood awkwardly on Yin Lao's big arm like Optimus Prime.

"Yes?"

Looking at the boy who was a little embarrassed and had a disordered breath, yinlao suddenly let out an incredible hum, and his face was filled with an incredible look. This boy is really as slippery as a loach

"But..."

Although he was shocked in his heart, he didn't get anything. He gazed at the place where his hands were closed. There seemed to be a slight click in that position, and the sword light was constantly twisting in his palm. The tingling feeling of his skin being cut suddenly came into being

"But fortunately, the soul of Zhuxian sword is in my palm."

A smile from the heart, from the corner of yinlao's mouth slowly overflow, immediately, yinlao directly ignored Lingjian, let his embarrassed body along his giant pillar like arm has been running to the shoulder.

"I'll let you dance for a while. When I master the soul of the sword, it will be your death day!"

Old Yin drank a lot in his heart. Although he was very upset by this boy, his reason overcame the impulse in his heart after all. It was obvious that he was going to refine the sword spirit thoroughly.

The spirit of terror wanders in the whole body of Yin Lao, and then continuously converges towards the palm, forming a mysterious strange wave

Ling Jian's figure was in a bit of a mess. He used the dragon body method on Yin Lao's huge body, which made the latter look more embarrassed.

"This damned old man, it seems that next, it's the only way..."

Ling Jian gasps, and then suddenly points at Yin Lao's arm. His body shoots up and falls on Yin Lao's shoulder. He pulls his mouth and looks at Yin Lao, who is also casting his eyes on him.

However, at the moment, Yin Lao's face was quite dignified. The corners of his mouth moved slightly. He wanted to say something. It seemed that because of the stinging pain from his palm, Sheng Sheng restrained it.

Dignified eyes, gradually turned into anger, staring at Ling Jian.

Although he didn't know what Ling Jian was going to do now, he was not afraid of the youth who didn't have the soul of the immortal sword, but the youth's previous means really made him feel cold

For this young man in front of us, we can't use common sense

And just as he watched, the palm of Ling Jian's hand flickered. It seemed that there were four ripples coming out of the empty air. Then, at the ripples, four sacks of sacks fell on the palm of Ling Jian's hand.

"Mustard Crystal? "

This scene happened to be seen by Yin Lao's huge eyes, which were as big as copper bells. Immediately, there was a flash of horror in his eyes.

"How could it be?"

While Yin Lao was shocked, he was ecstatic. This boy surprised himself. First, Zhuxian sword soul, then mustard crystal

Yin Lao, who is full of strong greed in his heart, is just about to slap Ling Jian to death. However, he still can't resist the impulse, because he has already felt that the soul of Zhuxian sword in his palm is slowly shrinking. It's obvious that he wants to refine it completely. When the time comes, can't he catch him?

Although mustard crystal is powerful, it can't save the boy's life!

Bang!

Ling Jian threw the four sacks out, fell down in the ecstatic face of Yin Lao, and directly and accurately hit Yin Lao's huge head.

The cloth bag was broken, and the hot blood was gradually cold along with yinlao's solidified smile. The roar came out from yinlao's mouth, just like thunder.

"Damn it, boy, you are so cruel. I've ruined you so much."The blood filled the old face instantly, which made the old man look more ferocious. He looked at the tiny figure with cold face. His eyes were close together, and then he whirled to the body of Ling Jian.

His body, suddenly like a zombie general rotation, ten palms like mountains hit the past.

The space is torn and collides with Ling Jian instantly.

"Well done!"

Ling Jian gave a low drink. He was not afraid at all. He suddenly put his foot on Yin Lao's huge arm. His body ejected from the sky and flew straight into the sky.

Hula.

The palm of the hand, carrying the force of two arms, where the air was torn, the clattering air constantly hit.

"Damn it

However, the thunderous blow of Yin Lao was a blow to the sky, which made the dignity of Yin Lao's strong man seem to be trampled on. The strong man's heart was quite upset. He seemed to have expected Ling Jian to run out at this time, so he was not in a hurry. What could this boy do? In the end, he will fall down again, unless he wants to be killed!

So, yinlao insidiously thought of a way to wait for the hare, as if he was very confused. He didn't know the opponent's battle at all. He just depended on his feeling. Once the boy fell down, he would blow him to death for the first time.

So he took a rest, concentrated on refining the soul of the sword, and felt the diffusion.

Finally, in a short time of less than a minute, Yin Lao was aware that a strange wave came to his back shoulder. Ling Jian was facing his shoulder and fell from the sky.

He turned a blind eye and let the other side fall from this corner.

If this time, he shot, even if can't kill Ling Jian, also enough to let the other party heavy damage.

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