Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

This is an old man in a black robe. He has white hair and a white beard, and his face is an abnormal blue color. He is as skinny as a stick, with fierce eyes. There are three deep Sichuan lines on his seal. This man's overall temperament has a sinister feel. Look at it. It’s also very weird going up.

There were so many demon soldiers present that they didn't even notice that there was such a strange person hiding among them. Luo Qingyan felt that the aura around this old man was powerful, unlike ordinary demon soldiers.

Xing Yan said fiercely, "You actually killed so many of my men. You must keep your life here today!"

Luo Qingyan simply chose to ignore this. She didn't want to pay attention to the mad dog's barking. Moreover, she was not intimidated by Xing Yan's words. She faced the attack of the cold ghost energy of the Demonic Umbrella and used the one hundred Chinese cards that Qingfeng gave her. The golden amulet amulet shot out like an arrow, walking through the flames, and then activated his spiritual power, and the second spell hit the frozen Qingshuang Ice Moon Sword!

"Fire Flame Phoenix Slash!"

A ball of fire turned into a phoenix head, and with a sharp phoenix cry, it struck in a straight line destructively towards the Qingshuang Bingyue Sword, which was frozen by the ice air!

Under Xing Yuan's stunned expression, the thick layer of ice wrapped around the sword was blown to pieces by the flames in an instant, turning into ice slag all over the ground!

Luo Qingyan felt that her move was particularly sassy, ​​a bit like Sister Xiao.

She didn't dare to think too much and quickly reached out to take back her Qingshuang Ice Moon Sword.

Just kidding, this is a divine sword! How could it be left to the demons! It must be snatched back!

Xing Yan's face turned even greener when he saw it, and all the ducks he got flew away, so that's okay! He roared angrily, and formed his hands into the shape of eagle claws. He swiped in front of him, and a long sword fell out of thin air. He immediately reached out to take it, and turned a sword flower directly to stab Luo Qingyan's sword. hand!

Then the Qingshuang Ice Moon Sword in Luo Qingyan's hand suddenly swung out!

A bright white light flashed, and Xing Yan's attack was blocked.

However, his sword was also very strange. There was an inexplicable pressure on it, and its power became stronger and stronger. Luo Qingyan began to find it difficult to fight with him.

The Qingshuang Ice Moon Sword in his hand continued to emit powerful sword aura, constantly colliding with the aura of the long sword in Xing Yan's hand.

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and Xing Yuan suddenly joined the battle. The fan he danced kept making explosive sounds in the air!

Luo Qingyan secretly complained. She didn't know why, but Xing Yan's sword put more and more pressure on her. She even had difficulty breathing. Now there was another Xing Yuan, who was attacking with cruel and deadly moves. She had to be on guard at all times. The old man in black robe standing there watching the battle felt that the old man was very difficult to deal with. It was really a headache!

Whenever Luo Qingyan's sword was about to hit Xing Yan, Xing Yuan's ice fan would suddenly appear and force her back. The two of them seemed to often fight together. They had rich experience and a tacit understanding of their cooperation. She couldn't even find a weakness.

At this time, the old man in black robe who was standing silently watching the battle suddenly laughed, stared at Luo Qingyan and said, "Girl, your cultivation level is not bad. If you are willing to become my teacher and help me practice magic skills, I would like to beg for mercy and spare your life! What do you think?!"

Luo Qingyan couldn't help rolling her eyes after hearing this, old man, you want to eat shit! I still worship you as my teacher and help you practice magic skills? Haha, go to sleep, there is everything in your dreams!