Old Man Gui half-squinted his eyes, stared at the cyan cyclone and purple thunder thinking, and snorted coldly: "It's Lei Peng's breath, no wonder it has that speed!"

Whether it is the thunder shining in the sky or the cyclone that cuts everything, once it hits Old Man Gui, the light chips in the sky will immediately fly, like the brilliant fireworks in Chang'an City on the Lantern Festival.

Old Man Gui walked calmly, not impatient or anxious, like an old man who went out by the river in early spring, he was leisurely and free. How confident is this? Pride has been written into Old Man Gui's bones.

"What an old man!" Tang Cheng sneered. If the other party was prepared, the effect of the seal method would inevitably be reduced, which is something that Tang Cheng would definitely not want to see.

The thunder net suddenly surged upwards, leaving only a green wind whirlwind circling the old man Gui constantly cutting. The purple thunder net suddenly gathered together, condensed into a sword that opened the sky, falling straight down from the sky.

The purple sword was constantly surrounded by sparks, condensing the thunder net like a sword. Even if Tangcheng had formed a relics, it would still be a huge burden. In fact, if Tangcheng had not understood the sword domain, he would not even think about such things. Unfortunately, the sword light was ten feet wide and a thousand feet long, and it still seemed too wide. If Tangcheng could condense the light of the lightning to the width of two fingers and three feet long, even the soul cultivator would have to retreat.

Facing the long sword of Thunder Light, Old Man Gui's face finally moved and became a little solemn. The long sword, if the god of heaven, was angry, slashed towards Old Man Gui with a bang, and its speed was really as fast as fire.

Old Man Gui suddenly clenched his fist and raised his arms. The green lights were all over his body, and a bell-shaped phantom suddenly appeared above Mr. Gui's head. The purple thunder sword easily divided the bell-shaped phantom into two, without discriminating the power of blowing.

Old Man Gui spread his hands leisurely and grabbed the thunder sword with one hand. The thunder light burst and spread everywhere. A thunder storm immediately rolled up around him, but after a storm stopped, Old Man Gui was still as if nothing had happened.

Old Man Gui smiled softly, with contempt and disdain in his smile. Although he didn't say a word, the smile was the biggest satire of Tangcheng. People were in the void, but Old Man Gui still walked towards Tangcheng step by step with slow pace.

No matter how you have everything, I only walk one way.

At any time, Tang Cheng had to spread his wings, and it would naturally be thousands of miles away. Old Man Gui didn't even have the qualification to eat dust after Tang Cheng's butt, but in this situation, Tang Cheng could not escape.

With a light shout, Tang Cheng pinched the sword technique, and four flying swords came out in a row, shooting towards Old Man Gui fiercely. The flying sword was extremely agile and could not be defended when attacking. It is precisely because of this that the flying sword had the chance to become the most popular magic weapon for monks in this world.

The heart, eyes, and ears were all attacked, but it was useless.

The flying sword slashed on the old man Gui, making a thunderous sound of metal collision. The four flying swords of white dew, duck yellow, deer grass, and Qin Sang fell into Tang Cheng's hands. It was really called a pearl throwing into the darkness. The way of flying swords is to use the real to attack the virtual, use the virtual to transform the real, and fight against the weapon head-on. Only those who practice swords and become silk will do it.

It seemed as if a few particles of dust had been removed, and Old Man Gui didn't care about the puncture of the flying sword. Even if Ming Yue had already practiced the sword and turned into silk, she just made Old Man Gui slightly moved. What's more, Tang Cheng just refined the flying sword into sword pills, which was far from practicing the sword and made silk with one sword.

"What an old turtle!"

Even though he had known that Mr. Gui's body was not as hard as a human being, it seemed to be worse than a magical weapon. It can be seen that even his methods could not be effective, and Tang Cheng's face was still ugly.

Wuya lay on the ground, looking at Tang Cheng's powerless look, and was extremely happy. He laughed twice, but before he could burst out, he coughed up a pool of blood. Longzhuer looked at the fierce fighting in the sky nervously, and had no time to pay attention to Wuya's misery, but he didn't see his embarrassment at this moment.

Old Man Gui was extremely happy. He wanted to use this crushing method to defeat or even kill Tang Cheng so that he could give Wuya a sigh of anger.

Tang Cheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't set up a trap, then he would attack! Squinted his eyes, Tang Cheng gently flapped his wings and controlled the wind and thunder. The scattered lightning condensed into strips, like the brilliant tail feather of the phoenix, dragged behind Tang Cheng.

Like light and lightning, Tangcheng floated by the side of Mr. Gui, and nine thunder feathers were like a huge broom, hitting Mr. Gui. The light of light burst out again, turning into crystal shavings and flying into the sky.

Tang Cheng was not discouraged and turned in the air and rushed towards Old Man Gui again. Tang Cheng merged and interlaced the wind and thunder domains with his wings. Condensing lightning light was not difficult for Tang Cheng, and the consumption was not too great.

[Hey, there are no flaws, I will smash you, the old turtle, and you have a flaw!]

Looking from the ground, there was a stream of light coming and going in the sky, and there was a long tail of lightning behind it. Whenever the lightning hits Old Man Gui, Wuya would snort coldly, full of disdain.

Wuya naturally knew the skills of Mr. Gui. This kind of attack was simply scratching the surface and was useless. But after a cup of tea, the effort of a meal slipped away again, and the battle situation in the sky was still the same. Tang Cheng's continuous and crazy attack made him a little unbearable. Even though Sharius was madly sucking and venting his vitality, he still couldn't make ends meet.

Staying in the sky, Tang Cheng exhaled gently, looked at the old man Gui's blue face, and smiled. No matter how old the turtle is, he is still angry, and you really think that you are a dead person!

Old Man Gui was indeed very angry. This opponent was completely different from the stubborn Mingyue. He was sinister and cunning. After a long battle, he didn't even touch a hair from Tang Cheng. Instead, Tang Cheng beat him hard. Although he didn't even get damaged in his clothes, he was a little embarrassed.

Seeing Tang Cheng stopping thousands of feet away and slowly returning his breath, Old Man Gui sneered in his heart, Little Rabbit, do you think I am really an old turtle? You are regarded as very safe as this distance!

Old Man Gui's figure floated forward, as if it was slow and fast, and he clenched his punch and put it on his waist. His long gray hair flew in the air, his eyes were cold, and he only stared at Tang Cheng's every move.

A thousand feet away flashed, but Tang Cheng seemed to be frightened, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, but he did not use his annoying wings to escape and dodge. Instead, he jumped his fingers and formed a seal like an orchid.

Old Man Gui sneered in his heart, using attack to attack, he was afraid of who he had been afraid of? His right fist, which was huddled on his waist, suddenly burst out, and in an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The space was rippled, and Old Man Gui used his hands and a random blow to cause the space to collapse. The strength of it was more than several times higher than Wuya.

Old Man Gui's eyes swept over Tang Cheng's hands, one hand turned into a fist and the other hand made a lotus shape. It seems that he had heard of this sealing method somewhere, and Old Man Gui had a bad association in his heart.

Tang Cheng's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and the seal of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was formed. Old Man Gui felt as if he was hit hard in his heart. The Qingyang Bell, the most precious treasure in his body, did not play any role.

The seal of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva points directly to the human heart, and no external objects can resist it.

Old Man Gui has been rampant all his life with the Qingyang Bell, and it is the first time that he has been so strangely severely injured. Even in the battle of being subdued by the Demon Emperor Wutian, Old Man Gui still fought hundreds of times. Even though he was defeated, he was still glorious. How could he be like now? Inexplicably, his soul was shocking. Qingyang Bell, which had been practicing for thousands of years, tended to be out of his original body.

Facing the punch from Old Man Gui, Tang Cheng had the time to shake his wings, keeping the same distance as the collapse of the space, neither far nor close, and he could not hurt him at all. As Old Man Gui was injured, the punch of Zhiyang Zhigang was weak and there was no threat.

Jiang Gui's nature is stronger and stronger. Old Man Gui is extremely strong. He was hit on the front of the Guanzi Bodhisattva Seal. He actually held a mouthful of essence and blood in his mouth and swallowed it again.

When Tang Cheng saw that the old man Gui's blue face flashed red, and then became extremely pale, he immediately realized that the Bodhisattva Seal of Avalokitesvara had hit.

As the saying goes, take advantage of your illness and kill you. Tang Cheng no longer retreats, but instead pounces on Old Man Gui like an arrow, like lightning. This is the time when this old guy is weak. If he doesn't take advantage of it, no one will regret it.

With his fist to the flesh, Tang Cheng regarded Old Man Gui as a sandbag. In just a few breaths, he kicked and beaten, attacked ninety-three punches and twenty-six feet.

Wuya on the ground couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he tilted his head to the side.

Old Man Gui had never suffered such humiliation. His soul was shocked, and his body was quite uncontrollable. He did any movements he did was a beat slower than usual. However, how fast Tang Cheng's attack speed was, Old Man Gui had no way to defend himself. In anger, he suddenly urged Qingyang Bell to be fired out regardless of the situation.

As soon as Qingyang Zhong, covered with mysterious patterns appeared, he forced Tang Cheng to open. After being fisted twice, a grim smile appeared on his fat face with a red fist print. Old Man Gui stretched out his finger and bounced on the Qingyang Zhong, and an invisible wave spread like lightning. Even though Tang Cheng saw the opportunity and tried his best to defend, he was still knocked down from the sky.

The old man Gui, who was severely injured by Tangcheng, was not proud for too long. He forcibly activated the Qingyang Bell under the shock of his soul. The injury was even worse, and a backward green onion fell from the sky.

Long Zhuer flew over and caught Tang Cheng and placed it on the ground. He took out a bunch of jars and jars from his body, all of which were healing medicines from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Each one was stuffed into Tang Cheng's mouth.

Wuya was already a patient, and he still had the ability to fly over to pick him up, so he could only let Old Man Gui penetrate into the earth. Wuya limped and pulled Old Man Gui out, and then took out the medicine and temporarily stabilized the injury.

Afterwards, Wuya stared at Long Zhu'er with a complicated expression, but when he saw that the other party didn't even look at them, he felt sad. Wuya smiled miserably, held Old Man Gui on his back, and walked away.

Tang Cheng whined twice, shook his head but didn't know what he was saying. Long Zhuer hurriedly asked, "Little Thief, do you feel better?"

Tang Cheng weakly raised a finger and pointed at his mouth. Looking at Tang Cheng's mouth full of pills, Long Zhuer burst out laughing, thinking for a moment, his face turned red.

Long Zhuer slowly lowered his body, and his dexterous tongue penetrated into Tang Cheng's mouth. The moist tip of his tongue melted the elixirs one by one and slowly flowed into Tang Cheng's throat.

With the touch of red lips, Tang Cheng's soul flew in a vague way, never remembering the sun walking through the sky, time flew.
Chapter completed!