The Most Powerful Young Man

Countless crystal snowflakes rustle down, looking quite charming against the background of the moonlight.

It hasn't been a while since the snow has fallen, but a shallow layer has already accumulated on the ground, and one can barely see the footprints.

Xiao Yao ran in the snow, and when those snowflakes were about to fall on him, they all melted suddenly, turned into rain and dew, and were bombarded by air waves.

Xiao Yao didn't dare to stop, because there was a dog behind him chasing him.

That is, the five-fold immortal cultivator before.

In fact, Xiao Yao was also very depressed. He felt that he hadn't done anything to hurt the world or reason, but the man behind was too much chasing after him, right?

This drove him to run for dozens of miles. If this continues, Xiao Yao really does not intend to run. Anyway, if he runs under this situation, Xiao Yao feels that he may not be able to get rid of the buddy behind. Since this is the case, it's better to fight against each other.

After making up his mind, Xiao Yao traveled tens of kilometers, and now it was about seventy or eighty miles away from Luoshan. When he reached an open place, Xiao Yao stopped and looked for a quick trip. Stone, after sitting down, squinted his eyes, waiting for the middle-aged man behind to catch up.

After waiting for almost two minutes, the middle-aged man had already arrived in front of Xiao Yao.

He looked at Xiao Yao and sneered.

"Run, why don't you run? Can't you run?" The middle-aged man sneered.

Xiao Yao glanced at the middle-aged man, laughed, stood up and said, "I can't run anymore. I'm worried that I'm running too fast. You can't catch up with me!"

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, and he felt that Xiao Yao was really arrogant.

The arrogant ones are a bit too much.

Are you a quadruple master, still waiting for me in front?

But when he thought that, as a five-level master cultivator, he hadn't caught up with Xiao Yao for so long before, and he suddenly felt that he was embarrassed to taunt the other party.

At this time, Xiao Yao took a few steps forward and said, "Anyway, you are chasing here, but I'm very curious. Why are you confident enough to feel that you can kill me?"

"Hmph, then it's good to see if you can leave today."

After saying this, the middle-aged man rushed towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao didn't hesitate at all, and immediately greeted him.

Waiting for the other party to wait till now, isn't it the time to wait? Being able to fight against a five-level master cultivator is also a good thing for Xiao Yao. Moreover, he can now guarantee that no other cultivators will not be able to catch up in a short time. In fact, Xiao Yao also later After thinking about it carefully, I felt that no other immortal cultivators were chasing it, not because they didn’t notice their existence, but because the army was so ironclad that they didn’t dare to leave their posts without authorization, so as to avoid any accidents and the mistakes would be investigated. On them.

In fact, whether it is in the temple or in the army of the Great Qin Dynasty, this is the norm. I would rather do less than do more, do more. Obviously, the chances of meritorious deeds are great, but the chances of making mistakes will be much greater. What's wrong, even if they have a hundred heads, they are not enough.

The reason why the five-level master immortal cultivator in front of him pursued Xiao Yao was actually because Xiao Yao came out from where he was defending. Otherwise, this buddy wouldn't have to chase here.

After a short fight, the expression on the face of the five-level master cultivator looked a little dignified. He probably realized that Xiao Yao was not so easy to deal with. How could a four-level master cultivator be in his own? Persevere under the offensive until now?

What surprised him most was that Xiao Yao didn't show any signs of decline during this period of time. Instead, he was more frustrated and more courageous.

This made him a little suspicious, is this guy in front of him really a four-level master cultivator? It doesn't look like it at all!

The two punched each other, and at the same time they withdrew a certain distance back, and this period of air wave was still tumbling in the air.

"What is your cultivation base?" The middle-aged man seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and asked.

Xiao Yao blinked and looked at the middle-aged man, sneered, and said, "Your cultivation base is higher than mine, can you still not notice my cultivation base?"

"You are a fourfold immortal cultivator, but the cultivation base you are showing right now is not something a fourfold master can have." The middle-aged man said depressed.

"That's because you, the five-fold immortal cultivator, are really too weak."

After Xiao Yao finished speaking, he rushed towards the other party again.

Although there are still no immortal cultivators rushing here, but as far as Xiao Yao is concerned, he does not know what will happen next. The longer the time is, the more disadvantaged it will be for Xiao Yao. If you are not afraid of death and run here, isn't he very dangerous? Therefore, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, Xiao Yao is unwilling to waste time on these meaningless conversations, as long as he has the opportunity, he will immediately rush forward.

Facing Xiao Yao's powerful offensive, the middle-aged man had already twisted his brows together.

He finally understood now why Xiao Yao stopped and kicked him.

When I realized that Xiao Yao had stopped, to be honest, this five-tiered master was still a little happy in his heart.

He felt that as long as he caught Xiao Yao, he would have done meritorious service.

But now it seems that the facts are not as simple as they thought. Since the other party dared to stop, it already means that the other party has enough confidence to face himself.

Now this fight is really the case.

Suddenly, after the middle-aged man pushed back Xiao Yao, he moved with his thoughts and added a long sword in his hand.

"Oh, are you still using weapons?" Xiao Yao laughed and said, "Who doesn't like it."

Behind Xiao Yao, four golden long swords were spinning together in the air.

Then, Xiao Yao's eyes were cold, and Stone Jinguang simultaneously launched an offensive towards the middle-aged man.

Immediately, the sound of ping-pong metal collision sounded.

Xiao Yao's body also turned into a golden light, a total of five golden lights, surrounding the man, bumping constantly, looking for opportunities.

"A sword breaks the sky!" The man suddenly yelled, his body soaring, and a white light burst out of his body. The surrounding snowflakes seemed to have stopped falling, and were shrouded in white light, quickly condensing and melting. Make a long sword, sway the five golden lights around him.

Xiao Yao stepped back again and again, and the four long swords also returned to Xiao Yao's body.

"Huh?" Xiao Yao looked at the middle-aged man in surprise, "Do you still have this hand?"

"Huh, compare swords with me? Overwhelming!" After gaining a small advantage, the middle-aged man looked a little ecstatic.

In fact, it is reasonable to say that a five-fold master cannot become proud of such a small matter. It is just that he has been pressed and beaten by Xiao Yao before, and now he has finally launched a counterattack, which is naturally extremely happy in his heart.

There is a feeling of long exhalation.

Xiao Yao held another iron sword in his hand, and said, "Well, well, you are the cheapest. You can't compare cheaply to you, okay?"

"..." The man obviously didn't hear Xiao Yao's overtones. He really thought Xiao Yao was confessing, and he seemed to be even more proud.

Seeing the expression on the other party's face, Xiao Yao couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. This Lingwu world is still innocent, even a five-fold immortal cultivator...

When Xiao Yao held the iron sword in his hand, the sword energy in his body was awakened again.

A sword swung out, and a shallow gully was immediately evoked in the snow. Along the gully, the sword spirit was like a rainbow and struck towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly contracted. Although he is not a swordsman, he is still very sensitive to sword aura.

So when Xiao Yao swung this sword, he immediately realized that it was unusual and felt a little bitter in his heart.

The young man in front of him is not only a cultivator, but also a swordsman?

The sword qi was like a mad dragon entering the sea, and it collided with the spiritual qi in the man's body with the momentum of swallowing the river and rinsing the moon.

The man poured all the spiritual energy in his body into the long sword in his hand, condensed a spiritual wall to block the sword energy outside, and at the same time formed a mudra in his hand, and another golden light talisman seal, smashed towards Xiao Yao.

The five-level master, after all, is the five-level master, facing Xiao Yao's strong sword aura, he can even free his hands to deal with Xiao Yao's deity.

Xiao Yao didn't dare to be indifferent at all, after dissolving the golden talisman seal, the aura in his body also ran wildly again.

With an angry roar, the snowflakes resting on the dead branches in the distant mountains and forests were all shaken down.

"Borrow a sword from the sky, and slash all the demon immortals!" The middle-aged man suddenly flew up, muttering in his mouth.

A sword swung out, forcing Xiao Yao out hundreds of meters away.

"Borrow a sword from the sky again to catch the stars and live the lonely moon!"

The second sword fell with snow, falling alone for half a year.

Xiao Yao's body receded a few miles again.

"With the last sword, I am the only one who is righteous and stays in the heaven and earth!"

The third sword swung out, and the middle-aged man fell on the ground, sweating like rain, and his clothes had already been soaked in sweat. These three swords almost drained the aura in his body.

In front of Xiao Yao, dust, along with snowflakes, exploded in front of his eyes.

His body, as a last resort, could only continue to retreat, the expression on his face looked a little pale. An aura from the heavens and the earth is like a huge boulder, pressing on him.

In the body, blood was already surging.

Three swords, forcing ten miles!

The middle-aged man looked into the distance, but Xiao Yao could not be seen with his naked eyes.

But before he rested for a while, he heard a voice coming from afar, sounding so righteous.

That voice, talk to him.

"Borrow you to be paralyzed! God won't borrow!"

Roaring, aura is crazy. Vent thousands of miles!