Lin Tian turned his head and looked, his brows suddenly condensed. He remembered that he had seen this middle-aged man somewhere.

He frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"It's you."

He said solemnly.

Back when Leng Feng led the strong men of the Leng family to assassinate him on the streets of the Imperial City, he saved a middle-aged drunkard from the rain of arrows, and it was this person.

The middle-aged drunkard smelled of alcohol, stared at Lin Tian and laughed: "Little brother, do you have any wine?"

"No, I don't like it either."

Lin Tian said.

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Han He and the other three people opposite him again.

"No!" The middle-aged drunkard came up and hooked Lin Tian's neck very familiarly: "How about you treat me to a drink and I will help you fight? It's fair, right?"

"unnecessary."

Lin Tiandao.

The middle-aged drunkard was stunned, took a big gulp of wine, raised his thumbs and said: "You have character, I like it!"

With that said, the middle-aged drunkard walked away minding his own business and actually sat down on the side of the street.

"Tasting wine and watching a show are the joys of life."

The words of a drunken middle-aged drunkard.

Many onlookers stared at the middle-aged drunkard and shook their heads.

"This guy has drunk enough and his eyesight is gone. He actually dares to stick to the battlefield at this time."

"There are really some people who are not afraid of death."

"So, as for wine, just a moderate amount is enough. If you drink too much, you may die without knowing how."

Someone muttered.

Han He and the other two glanced at the middle-aged drunkard and then turned their attention to Lin Tian again.

"Lin Tian, ​​stop now. It's still too late to stop. We will intercede on your behalf."

Han He said.

Liu Lan also stared at Lin Tian, ​​neither of them wanted Lin Tian to die here.

Lin Tian's face was expressionless, and the Zhongling Sword was wrapped with the light of thunder and fire, pointing straight ahead.

"If you don't kill him, you will be a man in vain."

He said coldly.

Zhu Wudao felt Lin Tian's murderous intention, and his expression suddenly became darker.

The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said: "Han He, what nonsense are you talking to this thief! Take it down!"

Saying that, the white-haired old man rushed over directly.

"Buzz!"

He waved out his palm, and immediately, dense palm prints appeared in the air, one on top of another.

Lin Tian raised his hand, Zhongling Sword shook, and the boundless sword light swept across.

The two fought together again, palms and swords constantly colliding.

It has to be said that those who are strong in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness realm are extraordinary. The white-haired old man collided with the Heart Spirit Sword with his palms, but his palms were not damaged at all, as if they were made of diamond, which was shocking.

Lin Tian drew his sword with his backhand and slashed out with a spin.

With a clang, a spiral fire sword rain formed, Lin Tian turned sideways and slashed diagonally towards the white-haired old man.

This blow moved many people.

"This is...a blind spot!"

"What a tricky attack technique!"

"this……"

Many warriors were frightened.

This sword seems simple, but it is difficult to avoid. Many people think that if they had done it themselves, they would definitely be stabbed.

In the distance, Han He and Liu Lan looked at this sword and were a little surprised.

The white-haired old man was slightly startled, and seemed to be shocked by the sword, but the next moment, the old man snorted coldly, twisted his body, and made a very strange movement, barely avoiding the sword.

"break!"

The white-haired old man raised his hand and made a palm print towards Lin Tian.

Lin Tian pulled away and retreated quickly, holding the Zhongling Sword across his chest to block the white-haired old man's palm.

With a clang sound, he took ten steps back, his arms numb slightly. He stared at the white-haired old man again, but the coldness in his eyes became stronger, and the power of thunder flames on the Zhongling Sword became stronger.

"You think you can deal with a strong person in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm with your little skills?"

The white-haired old man said coldly, that sword move just now was indeed terrifying and difficult to avoid. Under the Sea of ​​Consciousness realm, anyone who transforms into someone would probably die. However, those who are strong in the Sea of ​​Consciousness realm are different.

Those who have spiritual consciousness can capture some attack trajectories, so they can avoid them more effectively.

With that said, the white-haired old man pressed towards Lin Tian again.

Lin Tian's face was expressionless, and the Zhongling Sword pointed straight ahead.

The white-haired old man snorted coldly. He was very dissatisfied with Lin Tian's attitude. He shot out with a quick step. He waved his palms repeatedly and shot out palm prints of divine light all over the sky. It seemed that the air would be shattered and blocked.

Across ten directions.

Lin Tian stepped forward to meet him, and his Zhongling Sword shook, sweeping out the sword beams all over the sky.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The white-haired old man's through-arm palms can be said to be very strong. The hands are forged like steel and are hard to be damaged by swords. At this time, the white-haired old man's palms collided with the Soul Sword in Lin Tian's hand, and the metal clanked.

Crisp sound.

"Kora Yue Palm!"

Suddenly, the white-haired old man gave a cold shout.

Looking at this palm, many people were moved because this palm was very similar to the sword Lin Tian had just struck. It also attacked from a blind angle and was difficult to avoid.

"Oops!"

Some people shook their heads.

Staring at the palm swung by the white-haired old man, Lin Tian naturally felt a great threat, but his expression was always calm. At this moment, the Tianyi Soul Art began to operate crazily, and the tyrannical soul power spread all around in an instant.

This caused his sensitivity to things around him to instantly rise to a critical point.

Looking at the palm of the white-haired old man again, it became extremely clear in an instant. Also at this critical moment, Lin Tian did not dodge, raised his left hand, swung it from the side, and actually grabbed Bai Bai.

The wrist of the arm that the old man swung out was like a pliers, tightly blocking it.

"you!"

The white-haired old man was suddenly shocked. His palm was actually blocked like this!

At this moment, the Heartfelt Sword in Lin Tian's right hand vibrated, making a harsh sword whistle and slashing down from top to bottom.

"Damn it!"

The white-haired old man's expression changed drastically.

At the same time, Zhu Wudao shouted: "Elder Han, Elder Liu, why don't you help me yet!"

Han He and Liu Lan had no choice but to rush out together, slashing down one after another with their swords.

Lin Tian's sword was about to fall on the white-haired old man, but at this moment, Han He and Liu Lan's swords rushed towards him, forcing his sword to change its direction. He changed the direction of his sword.

In order to fight, he faced the sword light of Han He and Liu Lan, and at the same time, he kicked the white-haired old man in the abdomen from behind.

With a bang, the white-haired old man flew out directly.

At the same time, Lin Tian also pulled away and retreated several feet away.

Turning his head to stare at Han He and Liu Lan, Lin Tian's eyes became more indifferent.

"Feel sorry."

Han He shook his head.

Liu Lan also sighed, the long knife in his hand exuding a little light.

At this time, some of the onlookers around were stunned, amazed that Lin Tian had just broken the white-haired old man's killer palm.
To be continued...