The old man looked to be about seventy or eighty years old, and his face was full of wrinkles, as if he had gone through countless hardships and years.

He just stood there quietly, without a trace of energy fluctuations around him, but what shocked Xiao Ting was that not a single bit of the boiling and turbulent miasma dared to approach the old man's body!

He was just like an ordinary old man, with even a slight stoop in his waist. He looked at Xiao Ting with a smile on his face.

It's like looking at your own child.

Xiao Ting's face was pale, his soul energy was about to be exhausted, and the glazed fire rising on his body was already weak.

Xiao Ting reluctantly said: "Old man, do you know me?" After saying this, Xiao Ting's body shook, and the glazed fire was almost extinguished.

Seeing this, the old man waved his sleeves, and the coarse linen clothes on his body moved without any wind.

A magical scene appeared. A vacuum seemed to appear around Xiao Ting, and the miasma that had been attacking like crazy seemed to be isolated. With Xiao Ting as the center of the circle, there was no trace of miasma intruding within a two-meter radius around him!

Upon seeing this, Xiao Ting removed the glazed flames from his body, panting heavily, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

After a while, Xiao Ting regained his composure, cupped his fists and saluted, "Thank you for your help, senior!"

The old man in sackcloth looked at Xiao Ting with a strange expression and said, "You thank me? Haha, that's interesting. Haha, that's really interesting!"

Xiao Ting didn't know why and asked doubtfully: "Senior, do you know me? Why do you say that?"

The old man in sackcloth smiled, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to relax, and there seemed to be a trace of memory in his eyes: "That's right! What's your name?"

Xiao Ting thought for a while and said, "Boy Xiao Ting!"

Because the old man saved him, Xiao Ting did not conceal his identity and told the truth.

The old man in sackcloth nodded and said to himself: "Xiao Ting is a good name."

After saying that, a faint strange light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Xiao Ting in front of him.

Xiao Ting suddenly felt as if he had been seen through by the old man in sackcloth, as if he had no secrets in front of the old man.

After a moment, the light in the eyes of the old man in sackcloth disappeared, and he exclaimed in wonder: "It is an unexpected surprise that he has the power of the Luo Shen clan's bloodline. The physical strength is far beyond expectations, which is good, and can save a lot of trouble."

Xiao Ting felt a little confused after listening to the old man's words, but he did not ask any questions. He just called Suosuo and Bai Qi over and over again in his mind, trying to contact them.

The old man seemed to be aware of Xiao Ting's actions and said with a smile: "Don't waste your efforts. In this Xuanyuan Valley, you can't contact Suosuo and Soul Locking Palace."

Xiao Ting's heart was shocked, his face suddenly changed, and his whole body tensed involuntarily.

The Soul Locking Palace and the Suo Suo were his biggest secrets, but now they were told in such an understatement. How could he not be shocked?

The old man in sackcloth saw Xiao Ting facing a formidable enemy and said with a smile: "Why, are you surprised? I know more things than you think! Come on, let me see your current strength!"

After saying that, the old man in sackcloth waved his hand, and an invisible force of wind turned into a wind sword, which flew straight towards Xiao Ting.

Xiao Ting's expression changed drastically. He felt a strong aura of danger on this wind sword. He stretched out his hand, and the unsheathed divine sword was held in Xiao Ting's hand. Glazed fire ignited silently on the blade, and he shouted angrily.

With a sound, he slashed towards the wind sword in front of him!

Hearing a loud noise, Xiao Ting took five steps back. The jaw of his right hand was shattered, and he could barely hold the unsheathed sword.

"Not bad, try this again!"

The old man in sackcloth put his hands behind his back and said with a smile. Then, two wind swords quickly formed behind the old man and struck at Xiao Ting again.

Xiao Ting's expression changed. He could hardly resist even one wind sword, let alone two swords now!

Xiao Ting took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed, he opened his mouth and let out a breath of awe-inspiring energy.

Wen Sheng's strongest defensive skill once again showed its extraordinary power, blocking two wind swords abruptly. However, after blocking, this breath of awe-inspiring energy was also exhausted.

Before Xiao Ting could breathe a sigh of relief, three more wind swords took shape behind the old man, and without giving Xiao Ting a chance to breathe, they blasted towards him.

Xiao Ting's expression changed drastically. Is this still over?

The unsheathed divine sword in Xiao Ting's hand was accompanied by milky white glazed fire, which blocked the first wind sword. The tiger's mouth cracked open again, and traces of blood seeped out.

Xiao Ting took advantage of the force and took three steps back. He gritted his teeth and held his sword across the sword, barely catching the second wind sword. However, this time he could no longer hold the sword in his hand. The unsheathed divine sword was knocked away by the force of the counterattack and stuck in his hand. On the ground not far away.

Xiao Ting took three steps back again, took a deep breath, and all the soul energy in his body began to move in a specific trajectory.

Suddenly, black domineering energy began to emerge around Xiao Ting's body, and in conjunction with the Luoshen bloodline in his body, a misty black-golden light curtain faintly emitted around him.

This is the magical skill of Overlord Xiang Tian obtained by Xiao Ting: Overlord Divine Art.

Blessing himself with unparalleled domineering power, his physical strength reached an unprecedented level. It was precisely because of the blessing of this divine art that Overlord Xiang Tian was able to withstand eight heavenly punishments with his physical body without any damage.

Xiao Ting felt his blood boiling all over his body, as if he had endless power. Facing the whistling wind sword, Xiao Ting stretched out his right hand, and the black and gold domineering energy flowed in his palm. He grabbed the wind sword forcefully and roared. , crush it hard and explode!

The old man in sackcloth's eyes lit up and he praised: "Not bad! It's really good that it can connect my three sword energies!"

After saying this, the old man in sackcloth waved his hand, recalled the unsheathed divine sword that had been thrown away, and threw it to Xiao Ting.

Seeing Xiao Ting put away the sword again, the old man in sackcloth put his hands behind his back and said: "Xiao Ting, I will teach you a technique, please watch it!"

Having said that, Xiao Ting was shocked to find that he and the old man in sackcloth had arrived in a strange space.

This space is so hazy that you can't see the surrounding things clearly, except for the starry sky above your head.

The old man in sackcloth stretched out his right hand and pointed it straight to the sky like a sword. His old voice echoed throughout the space.

"There are three thousand avenues, and one sword carries them. This technique is called Three Thousand Swords!"

After saying this, all the stars in the sky suddenly lit up, and strands of starlight began to fall down like raindrops. In an instant, thousands of streams of light fell from the sky, as if there was a rain of light, brilliant and dazzling.

Xiao Ting looked at it intently and was suddenly shocked.

Where are the stars? They are clearly one after another of radiant lightsabers!

I saw that each lightsaber carried different sword principles, pouring down overwhelmingly.

The old man in sackcloth waved his right hand lightly, and the thousands of lightsabers that were like starlight struck the space not far behind Xiao Ting like falling jade. The whole space was shaken suddenly, and the entire space seemed to be shattered by this blow. !
Chapter completed!