Chapter 5923: Heavenly Daoist 4
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand with one hand, and the rich blue light suddenly surged out, instantly converging into a sword beam, which headed towards Leng Xuan. Facing the attack of that beam of sword light, Leng Xuan's expression was indifferent, he stood still, and any beam of sword light was approaching. When the beam of sword light was about to fall, he saw his hand and sword pointing directly towards it. When his fingertips came into contact with the beam of sword light, he saw the white light shining brightly, engulfing the beam of sword light in an instant. Seeing that the old man's attack was easily resolved by Leng Xuan, everyone was shocked again, and their faces were full of incredible expressions.
Especially the young man, his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets. In his opinion, Leng Xuan's age is almost the same as his, but the other party actually has such a powerful cultivation base. You must know that the old man is a genuine Mahayana powerhouse, and Leng Xuan's ability to fight against him indicates that his cultivation has also reached the Mahayana stage. "Could it be that his actual age is not so old?" The young man's mind turned sharply, he knew that some cultivators with high cultivation bases could easily change their appearance and make them younger. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his attention to the broken Daoist of the immortal style. The apprentices are so powerful, how terrifying he must be as a master. No wonder he said that he hadn't shot for many years, I'm just afraid that no one in this world is his opponent. The more he thought about it, the deeper the youth's awe for the Daoist. If Leng Xuan knew this idea of his, I'm afraid he would laugh out loud. At this moment, the old man standing upright in the air gradually put away the contempt in his eyes, looked at Leng Xuan with a solemn expression, and said, "I can't tell, you are also a strong man in the Mahayana period, and the old man is clumsy." He cupped his hands and continued, "An opponent like you deserves my all-out effort, be careful."
Accompanying his voice fell, I saw a flash of light on his back. Immediately, he saw a ring on his back, and five swords were inserted into the ring, each of which had a different color, which looked very strange. After the five swords appeared, they stood behind his head in an arc like a peacock opening its screen. Immediately afterwards, his sword finger moved, and a treasured sword behind him shot up into the sky, causing a loud screeching sound. When the sword rose into the air, a splendid light suddenly burst out, like a silver moon, dazzling. "Xiaoyuejian, capture the soul!" The old man let out a small sigh, and the sword in the air immediately descended from the sky with a fierce momentum, hitting the top of Leng Xuan's head. Seeing this, Leng Xuan did not dare to be careless, and immediately called out the Xuanyang Sword, flew up, and faced the rapidly approaching sword. "Five styles against the sky, split sky style." The voice fell, and the Xuanyang Sword in his hand immediately burst into a dazzling red light, wrapping his body. At the same time, with his body as the center, the red glow extended to both ends, forming a huge sword glow.
When the power of the sword glow unfolded, the expressions of the nearby spectators changed, and they hurriedly flew back. The two pieces collided, but after hearing a loud 'bang', the red and silver rays of light intertwined with each other, and there was no winner or loser. And under the influence of the air wave, the surrounding stone forests within 100 meters were all destroyed, turned into pieces of gravel, and scattered on the ground. If one blow failed, the old man shot again, only to hear him spit out: "Qilin sword, thunder flame."