Xuankongjia Changfeng stepped on the clouds, sneered at the true man Shenhui coming, and said, "You Taoist priest, I see what ability you have to teach me a lesson!"

Seeing Xuankong's face full of hostility, Master Shen Hui was also frustrated and added an enemy in vain, but he did not give in and said with a smile: "I, Jingmingdao, naturally, have great magical powers to subdue demons and demons. You are a junior, and I don't want to make things difficult for you. Wouldn't it be nice to hand over the fox demon and fight?"

Xuan Kong shook his head. He originally saw that the little fox was quite human and saved her life on a whim.

If he missed this moment, Xuankong might not have brought the little fox he saved by his side, and would have been released outside the mountains. However, now facing the coercion and humiliation of Shen Hui Zhenren, if he handed over the fox to this Taoist priest, the name of the Laoshan Sect would have completely fallen.

As a great disciple of Laoshan, Xuankong certainly refused to bow his head.

He snorted, pulled out his sword from behind, and said coldly: "You and I have done a game, just talk about victory or defeat!"

Master Shenhui devoted himself to practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, and had no idea how many fierce battles he had experienced on his body. When he saw Xuankong's movements, he simply clapped his hands and smiled: "The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. It's okay, if you don't see my Lord Shenhui's methods, you will not be convinced!"

He smiled and did not step forward, and suddenly took out an incense burner from under the Taoist robe and held it in his hand.

The incense burner is about the size of a palm, and the gilded silver ornament is very gorgeous. When Xuankong stared at his eyes, Master Shenhui slowly uncovered the lid of the incense burner, reached out and summoned a fire cloud from the south to ignite the incense burner. The green smoke rose and it was still gathered in the air.

Knowing that this was the magic weapon of Shenhui Zhenren, Xuankong did not dare to neglect and was ready to fight 120,000 points.

Xuan Kong smiled and said, "You Taoist priest are talking big and are a son of man. I think you have any skills. It turns out that it is just a means to add oil and burn incense!" Shen Hui Zhenren refused to answer, silently used the mysterious skill in his hand, and forced out a wisp of fragrance, breaking through the air and attacking Xuan Kong.

Xuan Kong looked at each other coldly, fearing that the Taoist priest's magic weapon would not dare to let the fragrance approach.

He reached out and waved his sleeves, pushed away the clouds and blew the fog with the strong wind around the middle and blew hard.

Shenhui Zhenren laughed and said, "My fragrance is famous. It is the fragrance collected from the Northern Heaven Palace and is burned with the Southern Ming Lihuo. If you have the ability to pass the sky, you will never escape the fragrance."

Xuankong had no time to change the magic tricks and was about to dodge, but he was not afraid of being surrounded by the fragrance. He knew something was wrong, so he quickly held his breath, swung out the Ziyang True Talisman from his sleeve and blocked him, biting the tip of his tongue and spraying it onto the talisman, which immediately stimulated the true power in the talisman to keep his whole body tightly.

True Man Shen Hui had extraordinary knowledge and looked up and saw that the Ziyang True Talisman shone brightly. It was indeed the original work of the Maoshan Sect’s ancestors, and the proud magic of True Man Ziyang.

Seeing that the fragrance could no longer approach Xuankong, he smiled slightly, put away the incense burner in his hand, and pulled out the long sword from his waist, shouted: "Look at the sword!" Then he lifted the clouds under his feet, rubbed his body and rushed forward.

"Good come!" Xuan Kongxin was worried that Shen Hui's magic weapon was weird, but he was not afraid that he was skillful in swordsmanship.

Seeing that he had put away the incense burner, he naturally rushed forward with his sword.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and two fairy swords hit each other, sparks popping up. Xuankong only felt a numbness in the tiger's mouth, and he didn't know how strong Shenhui's arms were. He shook his arms so soft that he was secretly frightened but did not retreat.

He sneered: "You Taoist priest have such a great deal of strength. Why don't you go to Lin'an Mansion to sell your skills and come to make things difficult for me?"

Shin Hui's nose was crooked. Oh, I have a lot of strength, so I deserve to go to the streets to perform. Among the three realms, there are some immortals and demons who are stronger than me, and I have never seen anyone who has nothing to do to go to the mortal world to work hard to eat.

But he stood still, just watching Xuan Kong dancing his long sword like a mad demon, but said, "After all, the younger generation is a junior, it's still a little bit short of it."

"Is it a little short?" Xuankong gritted his teeth and insisted, not believing that Master Shenhui was a saint in his body. He added a force to himself, and thrust his sword on Master Shenhui's sword. In his eyes, Master Shenhui also shouted loudly, jumped in the air, and fought with him with his long sword.

Xuan Kong screamed bitterly. He knew that he should have used magic first, but now he was in close combat. Facing the stormy attack of Shin Hui, he could not even squeeze out the skills of pulling hands and pinching techniques.

The two fairy swords kept colliding, swinging, and then colliding, swinging.

Xuankong felt like a fool, dancing his arms mechanically, and didn't know how many rounds he had fought with Shin Hui. Every time he thought he could stab the other party, but he was blocked by the other party's Wind-Splashing Sword Technique.

This battle cannot be defeated!

Xuan Kong became more and more powerful as he fought. He was surprised to find that whenever his strength was weak, his body could always draw out a trace of true power to replenish the purple palace dantian. "Is this the dragon power in the Little White Dragon Dragon Dragon Ball?" Xuan Kongxin realized something, and thought it was true that when the Little White Dragon was enfeoffed in the West, he was almost Bodhisattva Daoism. He could not digest the dragon power in one go now.

With the little white dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's ease, he did not avoid it when he saw the sword stabbing with his right hand. He waved his sword in his chest and his left hand secretly pinched his skills. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and hundreds of thunders of heavenly fire sprayed out from Xuankong's limbs and bones at the same time.

Each thunder was filled with the power of true fire, which surrounded the body of Shenhui Zhenren. Hundreds of thunders turned into a gentle stir and buried the body of Shenhui Zhenren.

"Hahahaha!" Xuan Kong covered his chest, and spontaneously activated the thunder technique, which caused him internal injuries, but watching the strong enemy defeated in front of him was indeed a joy in life!

Xuan Kong laughed wildly and said, "Master Xu Tian is very capable, but unfortunately the disciples are incompetent. I have taught you such a waste but I have turned into gray by a thunderbolt?" His internal organs were all touched by the recoil force of Lei Jue. After saying that, he was about to sit cross-legged on the clouds and regulate his breathing for a moment, but he suddenly heard a shout in his ear:

"Which church member did you say is incompetent, and which one was turned into ashes by your thunder?"

The person who spoke was not Shen Hui. Compared to Xuan Kong who was embarrassed, Shen Hui was still standing there, still holding the incense burner in his hand and looking at Xuan Kong leisurely and laughed: "Look at who am I?"

"You Taoist priest!" Xuan Kong was shocked, recalled in his mind, and reacted: "No, there is something wrong with this fragrance. I was trapped in your trick!" After thinking about it, his eyes still fell on the incense burner in the hands of Master Shen Hui. It seemed that he had been obsessed with Master Shen Hui's way from the beginning, and he was still in a illusion.
Chapter completed!