Chapter 153 Wind here and rain there

The sword spirit grinned and poked the old man's back. But who would have thought that at this time, he stretched out a hand from the sleeve robe on the right of the old man and held the fairy sword directly, turned around with a grim smile on his face, and looked at the sword spirit with an evil smile.

Zhao Xuan stretched out his hand to block the dazzling light and looked forward through his fingers. At this time, the fairy sword was held tightly in the hand of the old man, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword did not have the previous withering, but became as smooth/tender as a baby, a newborn palm.

"How is that possible?" Zhao Xuan looked at the slippery/ tender palm, and his eyes were full of incredible eyes. Who is this old man? How can he regenerate his limbs?

The sword spirit only wants to save the person, but he can't move at all when he is tightly restrained by the old man. Seeing that the auspicious air on the master Tianmen Cave was getting less and less, it was so anxious. In a hurry, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit his palm tightly.

The mouth is closed, and a tooth mark is left on the newborn palm. Although it is not big, it is very deep.

"Damn son of a bitch." The old man had just got a new palm and was immediately bitten by the sword spirit. His anger could not be extinguished, and suddenly he had a plan. All right! Let me send your master to the west before I deal with you. After saying that, he raised his hand and raised the fairy sword in mid-air, no matter how angry the sword spirit was. His palm waved the fairy sword, and the blade was about to pierce Zhao Xuan's chest.

The sudden action made the sword spirit panic and struggled at the first time, but the Taoist force came from the old man's palm and made it unable to move. Seeing that the blade was getting closer and closer to the master's chest, the sword spirit closed his eyes sadly and dared not look at the master's helpless eyes.

When the blade waved in front of his eyes and was about to reach his chest, Zhao Xuan closed his eyes in despair.

The old man's eyes burst into excited sparks, stuck Zhao Xuan's neck with one hand, and grabbed the fairy sword with the other hand and stabbed him.

For a moment, the fallen leaves danced in the wind, and the stream flowed back rapidly. Even the dark clouds in the sky began to roll, as if they were struggling to save people. However, the demon-like old man's momentum is really terrible, and he is determined to kill people.

"Dang", a crisp voice sounded, and the purple sickle came through the air with a long tail, directly blocking the center of Xianjian and Zhao Xuan's chest.

The old man looked down in surprise, and the purple sickle immediately burst out with great power to evoke the fairy sword. The old man stretched out his hand to get it, but was shaken back by the light and shadow on the purple sickle.

Then, a long figure appeared in front of the old man.

"It's you." The old man recognized the blue eyebrows he had seen in the woods at a glance. I thought, this is troublesome. It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. Let's take this boy away first.

So, he violently picked up Zhao Xuan's body and flew into the air. Seeing this, Lan Meizi quickly urged him to attack with a purple sickle.

After rotating a few times in the air, the purple sickle suddenly flew out and stabbed straight at the old man. Xian Jian immediately followed up.

The old man took Zhao Xuan to move in the air and dodged waves of strong attacks from the purple sickle and fairy sword. However, it's really tiring to be chased by two peerless babies. Besides, he still has an eight-foot tall guy in his hand! After a while, the old man was a little overwhelmed and gasped.

But the purple sickle and the fairy sword don't think so. They are cruel and just want to save Zhao Xuan quickly. Especially Jianling, at this time, he couldn't wait to stab the old man to revenge. If Lan Meizi hadn't arrived in time just now, I'm afraid he would have been forced to kill his master. Thinking about it, he was furious.

One sword and one knife attack, the cooperation was extremely tacit, and soon made the old man dizzy. If there is another blue eyebrow at this time, the attack on three sides is unrepelled. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to abandon others and leave first.

"Ky, you're lucky today. I'll ask you for my life again." The old man said and pushed Zhao Xuan down with his palm. He turned into a shadow and bypassed the purple sickle in front of him and went to the sky.

Zhao Xuan lost his support and suddenly fell from mid-air. Seeing this, Jianling quickly flew down, quickly put the sword body several times, took him before his body landed, and then sent him to a flat stone to lie down.

The blue eyebrows took back the purple sickle, flew to Zhao Xuan's side and leaned down, stretched out his fingers to probe his nose, and then pressed his hand on his wrist for a while. "It's okay, I didn't hurt my lifeline." He breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing this, the sword spirit next to him finally put down a little. Blue eyebrows turned around, and the colorful light on the fairy sword flashed, as if to thank him for saving his master.

"Don't thank me. He was also my apprentice."

The blue eyebrows spread out their hands and put them in front of him, and the colorful light immediately filled his whole palm, and then the sword spirit's head slowly climbed out of the sword body, showing an unhappy expression to him.

Lan Meizi knew that Jianling had been worried that he could not save the people, so he smiled and comforted him, "Don't feel guilty, these are his creations. There will be many places to use you in the future. You can help the master well then.

The sword spirit nodded and returned to the sword body, and then the fairy sword turned into a small light ball and slowly flew back to the palm of Zhao Xuan's right hand and disappeared.

After a while, Zhao Xuan woke up by himself. The moment he opened his eyes, his head was bloated and painful. Elder, why are you here?

"You're awake!" The blue eyebrows turned their faces.

"Hmm!" Zhao Xuan stood up with a big tree, pressed the Tianmen Cave with one hand, looked around, and looked confused when he saw the fallen leaves everywhere, "Huh! What happened just now?" He doesn't remember what happened just now.

This seemed to have been expected by the blue eyebrows for a long time. He slowly walked to Zhao Xuan and stared straight at the Tianmen hole between his eyebrows. There was still a faint purple gas flow on it, but compared with what he had seen before, these auspicious spirits became much less. Due to the small amount, the color also looks quite thin. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. Of course, it must be seen by a master.

"It's okay, go back now! They are still waiting!" Lan Meizi replied lightly. He knew that Zhao Xuan's mind was a little unclear now, and he didn't want to explain more, but just said a few perfunctory words. But have you been thinking about what happened just now? Who the hell is that old man? Why do you have to kill an unknown teenager? Do you still want to destroy the auspicious spirit at his Tianmen Cave?

With this question, Lan Meizi quickly urged Zhao Xuan to leave. If you stay like this, maybe the old man will come back? Looking at his tricks just now, it can be judged that his cultivation is never under his own. In addition, the old man carries too many strange things with him. If he returns, I really don't know how many chances he will win? If you don't leave at this time, when will you stay?

"Oh!" Zhao Xuan answered and was ready to leave with Lan Meizi. But at this time, a thrilling scene suddenly flashed in his mind: when the strange blood fingerprints were about to jump up and bite his neck, a fat figure suddenly flew out from the depths of the grass, between him and the blood fingerprints. After a sad scream, blood splashed everywhere.

"Fat, I remember, Fatty." Zhao Xuan shouted crazily, covering his head with his hands, his face was full of pain, and cold sweat fell from his forehead. That look of fear is a little more fierce than seeing some devil.

After hearing the sound, Lan Meizi quickly rushed to Zhao Xuan, grabbed his collar and flew into the air. This boy looks like this. If he stays here for a while, he doesn't know what will happen. He's better go back to everyone's side and talk about it.

In the forest, the leaves in the sky retreated in the wind, patting the cat's soul's face, showing his perseverance and determination.

Just when he fainted, although his eyes could not be opened and his body could not move, he also vaguely heard the dialogue between Mrs. Hongmei and Mo Yi. He was not interested in what they were talking about, but Mrs. Hongmei actually blurted out that she wanted to betray the Demon Palace and betray the palace owner? How about this? In addition, the woman also caught Qingling to the Demon Palace before, so that she has suffered a thousand years of cold and still hasn't woken up. At that time, when the cat soul rescued Qingling from the secret room of the Demon Palace, he saw his beloved woman suffering, and he had secretly vowed to avenge Mrs. Hongmei one day. Now, Mrs. Hongmei is in front of her, saying wildly that she wants to betray the Demon Palace. This new hatred and old hatred, the cat hoodlum decided to solve it at one time.

Seeing that the cat's soul was about to fly out, he grabbed the corner of his clothes in a panic, "Cat soul, let's go!" That woman is not easy to mess with. Mo Reverse's eyes were full of pleading. She was not afraid of death, but the wind wheel in front of her was fierce, and the cat's soul has not fully recovered its physical strength. It's really inconvenient to face!

"Please, let's go first! There will be a chance to avenge this woman in the future. Mo rebel half knelt, and his tears were about to fall down. Just now, she has had a fight with Mrs. Hongmei and found that the woman's cultivation is very unusual. She has fallen into the wind several times and really doesn't want the cat soul to take this suspicion.

The cat soul looked at the huge wind wheel in front of him and slowly flew around the wind and sand, and then looked at Mo Inverse with an affectionate face next to him, "Trust me."

"No, I won't let you go." Mo Yi's voice was almost pleading, holding the corner of the cat's soul tightly in his hand.

"Don't rebel, don't do this." The cat soul looked at the wind wheel from far to near in front of him and was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do about the little girl in front of him.

In the end, the cat soul simply tore off his clothes and pushed the rebellious poisonous scorpion back far away. Then, he turned around and flew quickly in the direction of the wind wheel, leaving Mo Wei still crying loudly in place, holding a corner of the clothes left on the cat's soul in his hand.