"Stop talking nonsense. Do you think I will let you go now? As for spirit stones, you will have it all!" The man refused the advice of Taoist Ping without hesitation, and looked around again, "That little Taoist priest has already run away first? Well, it's the same to kill you first and then chase him. Measure where can he run as a three-level cultivator?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man raised his hand to draw out a sword with yellow light and roared towards Old Dao Ping. When Old Dao Ping saw the yellow sword coming in a fierce manner, he also pinched a magic trick and threw the whisk in his hand into the air. It turned out that the whisk in his hand was also a magic weapon.

The whisk faced the yellow sword. The silk thread at the tail of the whisk emitted a white light and wrapped it on the yellow sword.

Seeing this, the man sneered "hehe" and directed the yellow sword to turn in one direction, and wanted to go around the whisk and go straight to the old Taoist Ping.

Seeing this, Old Dao Ping's face changed and quickly changed the trick in his hand. The dust tail of the whisk suddenly grew more than one foot. At this time, the yellow sword was passing by the whisk, and the dust tail suddenly wrapped around the horizontally, and actually wrapped the yellow sword straight.

The man glanced at the whisk, sneered, and said disdainfully: "Overbial power! A mere first-level magic weapon wants to entangle my yellow bone sword?"

After saying that, he pointed his hand and pulled the yellow sword back, and there was a "hissing" sound, and dozens of strands of dust-tail silk thread wrapped around the yellow sword were cut.

The man urged him hard again, and the yellow sword had a greater power to regain it, and he was about to escape from the whisk.

Seeing this, Old Master Ping felt anxious, and hurriedly pointed to the whisk with his hand, muttered something, and then said, "Qi!"

I saw streams of silk threads constantly emerge from the handle of the whisk. Every time a stream was born, it immediately wrapped around the yellow sword. In just a moment, the dust tail wrapped the yellow sword, the blade and the hilt, and it looked like a white silk thread ball from a distance.

However, there were continuous spikes on the surface of the silk ball, and it was obvious that the yellow bone sword was piercing around inside, trying to break out.

But the dust tail of the whisk is a flexible thing. Although the Yellow Bone Sword is sharp, it is still a bit of a loss when facing this kind of flexible magic weapon that is not difficult, so it has not escaped for a long time.

But Old Master Ping's face turned red and sweat dripped down his forehead, which seemed to be not easy to trap the Yellow Bone Sword.

Seeing that the Huang Bone Sword was really entangled by Old Taoist Ping, the man couldn't help but say in surprise: "The Old Taoist really has some divine tricks."

But then he laughed and said, "But with your mana, how long can you last?"

However, the man obviously had no intention of wasting time exhausting Ping Lao Dao's magic power before killing him, so he raised his hand and fired an ice cone at the whisk. After he wanted to freeze the dust tail, the Yellow Bone Sword could get out of the trap in one fell swoop and kill Ping Lao Dao.

When Old Taoist Ping saw him sending out the ice cone, he understood his intention. He knew that if the ice cone really touched the whisk, the Yellow Bone Sword could get out of the trap in an instant, then he would probably be in danger.

But now Wuchen is fighting with the Yellow Bone Sword with all his strength, and cannot move, and has become a living target. In desperation, he can only use a fireball technique to intercept the ice cone.

After the fireball ice cone collided, it made a muffled sound, and then burst out and turned into a ball of water vapor.

The man with deep eagle nose and cheeks saw that Old Dao Ping had seen his intentions, and sneered, and did not care. He continued to hit the ice cone into the whisk. Old Dao Ping kept using fireball techniques to block it.

However, that man was at the eighth level of Qi refining, and his magic power was far more than that of Ping Laodao. Ping Laodao's magic power was extremely hard to maintain the whisk and siege the Yellow Bone Sword. He was really a little helpless when he fired the ball technique.

After a while, the man felt that the whisk was weak, so he pinched his hand and urged hard, and saw that the concave and convexity on the surface of the silk ball formed by the dust tail suddenly became violent.

Not long after, a yellow light of about a foot appeared from all over the silk ball, and then a "puff" sound broke through the yellow bone sword and broke out.

After the Yellow Bone Sword escaped from the trap, it immediately turned around and twisted the dust tail of the whisk cleanly. Tens of millions of silver threads fell from the air, and the whisk was twisted so that only one whisk handle was left.

After the yellow bone sword was twisted, it slashed the whisk handle, and the whisk handle was broken and fell to the ground. Then the man with deep nose and cheeks directed the yellow bone sword to attack Ping Lao Dao.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Old Dao Ping turned around and ran away. The man chased forward while controlling the yellow bone sword to cut.

However, after the monk entered the Qi Refining Period, his physical fitness improved greatly. Although Master Ping was old, his legs and feet were still convenient. The man couldn't catch up with him for a while, and he just added a few wounds to his body with the Yellow Bone Sword.

The man was chasing him closer and closer, and he was about to catch up with Old Taoist Ping, but suddenly stopped and smiled grinned, "You have worked so hard to lead me here just to let this little guy attack me?" Before he finished speaking, he sent an ice cone to the tree beside him.

It turned out that this man had already noticed that Chen Qian was hiding in the tree from the beginning, but he pretended not to know and used the trick, and thought of killing Chen Qian first.

"Not good!" Old Master Ping shouted, and desperately sent a fireball to block the ice cone.

It was just that the distance was too far and the fireball had not yet arrived. The ice cone had hit the treetops, and the big tree instantly turned into ice cubes.

But before the big tree turned into ice, a figure had already jumped off the tree. It turned out that Chen Qian saw the opportunity quickly. Seeing that the man with deep nose and cheeks looked wrong, he jumped down in advance.

Seeing that the plan failed, Old Master Ping also stood still and took out another sword with white light from the storage bag. Ji fought the yellow bone sword in the air, and shouted at Chen Qian: "You go first, I'll entangle him."

The man said gloomyly: "Why should he ask him to escape? Your master-disciple has a deep relationship, so I will send you to see the King of Hell together so that you can be master-disciple underground. Isn't that a beautiful conversation?"

Chen Qian did not answer, but wandered around, covering many big trees, shrubs and rocks, avoiding the sight of the man with a deep nose and cheeks. When he had time, he fired a fireball to restrain the man.

Seeing that Chen Qian's fireball technique was far inferior to his accuracy, he obviously had no combat experience, but he fired the ball everywhere. Although he couldn't hit him, he was still annoyed. So he kept the Huang Bone Sword and fought with the White Sword of Ping Lao Dao. He focused on finding Chen Qian, wanting to solve the problem first.

Old Taoist Ping was determined to go forward to restrain the man, but his magic power was no longer maintained. Even if he fought the Yellow Bone Sword, he was already clumsy and could not pull out his hand.
Chapter completed!