Yang Xiu raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and reached out his hand to block Tian Xiaobao's fist with disdain. Then his body burst out with powerful thunder and lightning, knocking Tian Xiaobao back several steps.

"You really overestimate your capabilities, old man!" Yang Xiu said coldly.

Tian Xiaobao's cultivation is only superficially at the seventh level of Qi training. As a monk in the late stage of foundation building, he really doesn't take him seriously.

Tian Xiaobao straightened his dusty clothes and put on a sly smile: "Little Lamb, you are really arrogant. But let me tell you, you are just an ignorant little person."

Tian Xiaobao formed a seal with his hands, and the spiritual power on his body exploded instantly, forming a wolf-shaped spiritual beast with astonishing power. He stepped on the wolf-shaped spiritual beast and rushed towards Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Tian Xiaobao's strength far exceeded his imagination, and he could actually inspire such powerful spiritual power.

Tian Xiaobao transformed into a wolf, and his wolf claws clawed at Yang Xiu so fast that it was difficult to react. Yang Xiu tried hard to resist, but his lightning was gradually weakened by Tian Xiaobao's wolf claws.

This spell is called "Da Luo Qian Huan Jue", which Tian Xiaobao has recently practiced, and has not yet reached the stage of great success.

You can transform into ever-changing monster images, and then use part of their power to attack the enemy.

Tian Xiaobao plans to use Yang Xiu to test this spell.

Unfortunately, this spell only relies on the power of phantoms, and the attack effect is not obvious. However, this power is good for bluffing people.

Yang Xiu, who was a little worried at first, laughed when he saw such a posture and the magic of thunder and rain.

"I thought your spell was so powerful, but it turned out to be like this. Now, is it my turn?"

After finishing speaking, before Tian Xiaobao could answer, he shouted: "Thunder bomb!"

Miso! Miso! Miso!

The spherical thunder balls hit Tian Xiaobao like cannonballs.

Then, before the attack came down, he shouted: "Thunder Blade Slash!"

The sword light is like a downpour, occupying most of the sky from the perspective.

Then he felt that it was not too safe, and the old man ran away like a loach, and said again, "Thunder Cloud Technique!"

A thundercloud was summoned into the sky, gradually releasing powerful thunder and lightning as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and began to deal a devastating blow to the place where Tian Xiaobao stood under the thundercloud.

He grinned and looked at his masterpiece. The left and right directions were all sealed. He didn't believe that Tian Xiaobao could escape!

Boom boom boom!

Crackling!

Bang bang bang!!!

As several explosions sounded, a large amount of smoke and dust filled the place. Even the monks who were fighting monsters couldn't help but look here curiously.

Yang Xiu crossed his arms and looked at the place where he was attacked with a sneer.

He didn't believe that this old man, who only had the seventh level of Qi training, could escape his own bombing attack!

"Hey, what's that? What are you looking at, and why are you giggling."

A voice rang in Yang Xiu's ears.

The hair on his back suddenly exploded, and his whole body felt as if he had been hit hard.

This voice was all too familiar to him. It was the old man who just talked to him!

"Thunder Escape!" He recited the spell silently in his mind and evacuated the position instantly.

When I looked back, I found that there was no one there...

Impossible! Was it just my imagination?

"What are you looking for, so fascinated?"

The voice sounded behind his ears again.

He was horrified, but this time he did not move immediately, but looked back quickly.

However, there was nothing behind him, not a single person.

"Are you looking for me? I'm right behind you."

Looking back, still not.

Looking back, still nothing!

"Illusion array? Or illusion? Stop hiding, come out and confront me head-on!" Yang Xiu, who felt that he was being played, was very angry.

He loudly scolded Tian Xiaobao for being timid.

"Hahaha! It's really funny to see you like a headless fly unable to find me. Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Since you want to confront me head-on, here I am!"

He tapped Yang Xiu on the shoulder. The latter suddenly turned around and found that no one was there. Was he being tricked again?

But when he turned his head back, an old face appeared in front of him.

This old face seems to be smiling but not smiling, full of arrogance and unruliness.

Yang Xiu was startled and stepped back more than ten feet.

"Yang Zizi, your speed is really too slow. You can't even see me. Well, since you want to confront me head-on, then it's my turn now, right?"

Tian Xiaobao's face transformed by the spiritual weapon mask showed a sinister expression.

Then he gently pulled out a snow-white spiritual sword from the space.

Holding it tightly, a few flames appeared faintly on the sword.

Tian Xiaobao gently held a sword in his arms, and the sound of the sword cutting the air roared.

"Come on, old man, I'm waiting for you to take action!" After Yang Xiu said this, he did not abide by the agreement. After speaking, he directly formed a seal with his hands, muttered something in his mouth, and cast a spell.

"Thunderstorm!"

Tsk--

With Yang Xiu as the center of the circle, a huge thunder and lightning halo instantly hit Tian Xiaobao!

"You little bastard, you don't have martial ethics."

Tian Xiaobao smiled jokingly, chanted the spirit sword in his hand, and the metallic sword energy of "Geng Jin Sword Jue" poured out from the sword.

Shoot towards the lightning.

Countless sword energy and thunder light met, resulting in a violent explosion that made the ears rise.

The sonorous sound is endless.

For a while, it was hard to tell the winner.

Yang Xiu's brows slowly wrinkled. After these few spell competitions, his spiritual power was about to bottom out, but the old man Xiu opposite him seemed to be at the seventh level of Qi training.

Spiritual power is like a vast river with no bottom.

In fact, this is the aura constantly generated in the space that is replenishing him.

There's something wrong with this old man. No matter what he thinks, the old man's cultivation is the seventh level of Qi training.

But every attack or defense he makes feels natural, unlike a Qi-training monk.

Did you use some means to hide your cultivation?

No matter what his level of cultivation is, we can't delay it any longer, we must kill him with one blow and take him down!

"Thunder punishment has come to this world!!! Old man, accept the punishment!!!" Yang Xiu's voice exploded like thunder.

The horns on his head instantly turned purple. He stretched out his hands, and lightning condensed in his palms, forming a lightning ball several feet in size, emitting a dazzling purple light!

The flow of spiritual power surges crazily!

Tian Xiaobao stood there with an evil smile on his face, as if he didn't care about Yang Xiu's spell.

Miso——

Nanming Lihuo Sword was erected in front of him. After several tests, he knew the strength of this Yangjiao monk named Yang Xiu.

Although it is said that he has reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, his actual combat power is still not even close to Tian Xiaobaolai.

He still has the Sword Intent and Nanming Lihuo, two trump cards.

Buzz——
Chapter completed!