If the enemy does not move, Cao Erzhu will not move.

The man in white robe holds a lantern and waits.

He didn't move, but Cao Erzhu still didn't move.

The man in white robe shook his head silently, flicked the remaining lamp in his hand, and the candle flame went out for a moment, then became bright again in an instant.

"boom!"

A huge mouth opened in the sky.

Just like that, the door to hell was opened, and a sword was revealed... No, it wasn't even a sword.

It's just a light!

A faint blue sword light about a foot long!

But when the sword light appeared, all the ghosts collapsed, and the night was split into day again.

The light of the sword first appeared in the sky.

When it reappeared, it was already close to the face.

"This speed..."

"How could it be so fast!"

Cao's two pillars were raised, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat. He also realized that the man just wanted to make the first move.

Is it possible to withdraw?

Big talk ahead, either forcefully resist, or he will change his name from now on...Cao Sanzhu?

"impossible!"

"This name is so unpleasant to hear!"

Without any hesitation, Cao Erzhu directly took advantage of the bottom of the box, took out the God Punishment Tribulation he had cultivated throughout his life, and shouted loudly:

"Leader of Shenxiao!"

Thunder roared, and a thunder giant hundreds of feet tall stood up behind the two pillars. He was wearing blue thunder armor and a purple electric cloak on his shoulders. He held a shield in one hand and an ax in the other.

The giant crushed the wine barrel under his feet with one foot, and thunder and liquid filled the sky. His shield and ax were crossed across the sky and fired with lightning. He placed it in front of Cao Erzhu, blocking him from the sword light.

"Keng——"

The faint green sword light struck, and the sharp sound of the fighting was harsh.

Cao Erzhu's eyes bulged, his cheeks bulged, and his entire chest inflated like a balloon, but he resisted and did not deflate.

Fight hard!

Is it useful?

With a breath and a click, the ax shield was cut open...

Two breaths, a scoff, and the giant was beheaded...

After three breaths, there was a loud explosion, and the leader of Shenxiao exploded into fireworks!

"impossible!"

Cao Erzhu was finally frightened and couldn't help showing panic on his face.

He has been practicing Taoism for twenty-seven years.

As soon as he debuted, he fought against semi-saints, faced off against the Holy Emperor, and faced the ancestral gods. Although the journey was difficult, there were always no dangers.

The Holy Emperor in Cao Erzhu's impression was Rao Wangze.

What is the level of the Wanze Saint Emperor?

Even if you sit still, you can be possessed by evil spirits.

Even if he stood up and fought, he would only be at the level of the Pingdao Palace Master.

What is the Taoist Palace Master?

The Taoist Palace Master is only a half-saint, and is not considered a fighting type ten-sect.

There are only so many Holy Emperors. When I come, I can only have so much. Even if the will of the ancestral gods is controlling the body of the Holy Emperor, I can only exert so much!

"But……"

But the person in front of him now is not even the Holy Emperor himself, nor is he the incarnation of the Holy Emperor's thoughts. He is just an ordinary "image".

The sword he fired had no realm, it was not the Fengdu Sword, it was just an extremely simple soul sword light.

Cao Erzhu's heart was filled with confusion. When the light of the sword hit his face, he fell into a trance:

"Twenty years of divine punishment and calamity, can't compare to such a simple sword?"

…

"call!"

The hammer flew into the air.

Xiao Erzhu's face turned pale, and he was forced to retreat three and a half steps by the strong wind.

Dad didn't knock down the hammer, he just stopped in mid-air and looked at him with a sneer:

"Are you afraid of this?"

Xiao Erzhu pouted, walked back to the front, puffed out his chest and said hard:

"Don't be afraid!"

Dad laughed and shook his head.

Dad was indeed Dad, different from everyone else he met later.

He was not mocking, nor was he trying to teach some great way, he was just telling the truth:

"This strike from me, with thirty years of skill, you should be afraid of."

when!

The heavy hammer knocked down, and there was a loud explosion.

What sputtered out was not only sparks, but also sword light!

…

"I..."

The world seems to have pressed the pause button.

Cao Erzhu understood something. If he took a step back at this time, he might still have a chance to survive under the sword.

But Xiao Erzhu will retreat, but Cao Erzhu will not retreat.

I can die standing up, but I won't step back and act as a three-poster.

"Tsk!"

When the sword light pierced through me, my consciousness squirmed, and I went back to my childhood when I was learning to hammer in the blacksmith shop.

"Dad, among the ten, you rank first, does that mean they can't beat you?"

"No."

"Ah? No, then who is the first?"

"It depends on what you're talking about."

"Well, what else can we discuss?"

"When it comes to deceit, the leader, the leader of power, the battle...there is really no distinction between superior and inferior."

"Well, what about attack? The attack power of this hammer!"

"In terms of attack, no one can match the ancient sword cultivator. The most talented ancient sword cultivator has no upper limit to his attack power."

"Uncle Ba Zun, are you so strong?"

"There are not only eight masters, but also ten masters. Gou Hua and You Mei are not weaker than others. Let's see who can take that step first."

"Which step?"

"That step."

Xiao Erzhu still wanted to ask, after all, from beginning to end, he never heard the strongest Que Leihan from his father's mouth.

Dad was shaking his head and refused to say more.

With one hammer blow from his hand, the memories were shattered and everything returned to reality.

…

"when!"

The loud sound goes from dream to reality, from Qingyuan Mountain to Guizhe Holy Mountain.
To be continued...