The one who stopped them was an old man with white hair and long goatee. Looking at his wrinkles and hunched figure, who would have thought that his body would be so good that he appeared in front of them almost in the blink of an eye.

What surprised Leng Wuhen the most was that when he stood in front of him, he and Xiao Lingyue seemed to bump into a huge sponge. The air in front of him became extremely soft, but they were blocked here and could not go over to support Leng Wulei.

Unexpectedly, the guy had foreign aid. Leng Wuhen quickly waved his sword and slashed the air in front of him, but the sharp sword energy seemed to be absorbed by the air in front of him and disappeared without a trace.

The old man smiled kindly at Leng Wuhen and said, "Young man, you are not playing sword like this."

Leng Wuhen's face turned red, but he kept cursing in his heart: "mmp,mmp,mmp..." He meowed that any monster he had encountered recently said that I can't use a sword, and all the special horses are bitches... Oh!

"Let me, the old man, teach you how to use this sword and give me the sword." The old man still smiled and said, "I'm sorry, harmless, but Leng Wuhen still cursed "mmp" in his heart, and then replied, "Why..." But as soon as he said that, the divine sword in his hand suddenly vibrated violently. Leng Wuhen stared at the long sword in his hand in surprise, his eyes full of fear. He found that he could no longer control the divine dragon sword.

He hurriedly activated the power in his body and focused them all on his hands to barely stabilize the Dragon Sword. He was already sweating profusely. In that moment, he felt that he had lost control of the Dragon Sword, just as if the Dragon Sword was no longer his weapon. The feeling was wonderful, as if he had suddenly lost his most important thing.

The old man looked at the Dragon Sword in Leng Wuhen's hand and suddenly took action, as if a lightning bolt was coming. Leng Wuhen subconsciously retreated, fearing that the Dragon Sword would be snatched away by him, and even to the point where he dared not use the Dragon Sword to attack him.

At the same time, Xiao Lingyue also stabbed her with a sword, stabbing straight at the old man's arm. The tip of the sword could not penetrate the point where he pointed his arm, and the air there also turned into an extremely soft and invisible wall of air.

This is simply absolute defense. Only the sweeping monk has such awesome internal skills.

Leng Wuhen retreated repeatedly, but in fact, before he had already retreated to the second step, his palms were empty, and the Dragon Sword had already reached the other party's hand. He also used the tip of the sword to gently tap the Sun and Moon Sword, and Xiao Lingyue's strength was immediately dissolved.

The two looked at each other in disbelief at the old man in front of him. After the Dragon Sword was in hand, his temperament seemed to have changed, from a hunched old man to an immortal with a fairy-like trait.

"Today I will teach you how to use this sword to kill the enemy." After the old man said, his body flashed and he instantly arrived in front of the monster. Leng Wulei was half-kneeling on the ground in a mess, holding a knife in one hand, trying not to let himself fall.

The old man suddenly joined the battle, and the monster also fought back with a gun. The dragon sword did not appear in the old man's hand, nor did it look like anything else. It was just a golden dragon sword that looked so ordinary that it was no longer ordinary.

The monster's gun stabbed straight at the Dragon Sword. When the Dragon Sword and the spear tip were together, the Dragon Sword did not pause at all, and directly broke through the enemy's gun and stabbed straight at it. The monster's face changed drastically, he let go of the gun in his hand and retreated repeatedly.

The old man raised his magic sword and threw away the two halves of the broken gun. His momentum continued to kill the guy. The key was that his body movement was really fast, even better than Nan Feng. Is such a powerful guy, wind?

But his voice didn't look like it at all. It couldn't be disguised, right?

Except for Xiao Minghua, this idea came to everyone's mind.

The monster lost its weapons and had to resist with both hands. Although the old man was so old that Leng Wuhen was envious of his flexibility, compared to Nan Feng and her few closed disciples flashing, the old man's body movement had a kind of elegant elegance. With the Divine Dragon Sword, it was Zhang Sanfeng's appearance.

Faced with such an opponent, the monster finally got 100% energetic. After several defenses were easily broken by the Dragon Sword, he did not dare to hold on anymore, let alone take his own hand to receive the sword.

The old man's sword technique is also extremely exquisite. Although Leng Wuhen couldn't see anything, the feeling was like the Dugu Nine Swords of Feng Qingyang Sect, and it was like Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi Sword. In short, it killed the slaughter without any resistance and could only keep avoiding.

The key is that he can't hide. No matter where he appears, the old man followed closely and floated in front of him in an instant. He waved his sword, either cut off a piece of clothing, or pulled a sword wound on him, but it would not directly kill him. Even this injury was not considered a injury to him.

Seeing this, Leng Wuhen and Xiao Lingyue understood that the old man was practicing with him.

Xiao Lingyue, who was standing beside her, was overjoyed and praised: "It's so amazing. It turns out that this is the real use of the magic sword."

Leng Wuhen asked, "What does it mean?"

Xiao Ling said with his eyes fixed on his eyes: "Didn't you notice it? When we use swords to deal with the enemy, it is not the divine sword that is cooperating with us, but we are cooperating with the divine sword."

Leng Wuhen said something a little blurry and couldn't understand what it meant at all.

Xiao Lingyue continued: "In other words, when we fight against the enemy, the magic sword is helping us every time. Those skills that seem extremely powerful are not our credit, but the magic sword appears on our own according to our situation. Speaking of which, this is thanks to the consciousness left by their former masters on them guiding them. And now the old man does not need to do this at all. In his hands, the sword is a sword, and he only needs to kill the enemy, and there is no need to consider anything else. As for the skills of the magic sword, it does not need to trigger the magic sword itself, but uses it by those who use it."

When she said this, Leng Wuhen was a little confused, but it probably meant that he understood it, but new doubts arose, "But isn't this a bad thing? You must know that the Divine Sword can think about how to defend the enemy by itself. How powerful it is, it completely makes up for the shortcomings of our lack of experience and strength."

Xiao Lingyue replied: "But you have ignored an important fact that the divine sword itself does not have consciousness. They can exert some abilities by themselves because the consciousness left by their original owner guides them. And have you not noticed that as long as they leave us, the ability of the divine sword is greatly reduced, that is, their strength is complementary to us. Only when our strength is strong can they exert stronger power. And if they rely on themselves to exert their strength, not only will their strength as magical tools not only cannot be exerted, but even we will find it difficult to know what level our strength can be improved to."

Speaking of this, Leng Wuhen probably understood why he could not fully mobilize the power in his body so far, because he relied too much on magical tools. In comparison, Leng Wulei seemed to be much more powerful than them. Every time he took action, it seemed that the sword was cooperating with him, and those extremely domineering attacks were his own strength.

After a while, the monster was covered in bruises and was lying on the ground in a mess, no longer having the strength to hide. The old man also stopped attacking and stood there, gently stroked his long beard with one hand, as if he was a master.

At this time, Leng Wulei ran over, put the knife directly on the monster's neck, and asked viciously: "Where is Xue Xiaoxin?"

Although the monster was seriously injured, it did not surrender and ignored Leng Wulei.

The old man smiled and said, "Young man, don't worry, the owner of Tianya Shengdao is very safe now. She will come here to meet you after just a moment."

Leng Wulei heard this, looked at him in confusion, and then asked, "Did you save Xiaoxin?"

The old man smiled and said, "It's not a question of saving her. She was entangled by three demon kings. I saw that she was a little unfamiliar with the use of Tianya Holy Sword, so I said a few words. If you have a good understanding, you should defeat the other party soon."

Although Leng Wulei was still worried, he bowed to the old man and thanked him respectfully. It seemed that he had also learned a lot from the old man's sword skills just now. At this moment, Leng Wuhen and Xiao Lingyue also came over. The old man looked at them, and then said to Xiao Lingyue: "The little girl has a high understanding. In a moment, she realized that what I taught was not the sword technique but the way to use the sword."

Xiao Lingyue nodded and smiled at him.
Chapter completed!