The old man showed a look of pain on his face, and suddenly let out a mouthful of thick black blood with a whistle, and his breath quickly weakened. Whether it was the Life and Death Sword Domain or the Giant Sword, the power was far more powerful than he had imagined. Under this backlash, the injuries in his body could not be suppressed.

At the same time, a black air suddenly surged upwards his face and entrenched in his eyebrows, like a little snake, which was actually eroding his soul.

The old man was attacked inside and outside, so he could only protect his soul first, and he could no longer deal with the enemy outside.

The Dharma image world was completely squeezed out, but replaced by a cloudy and miserable land, with ghost winds whistling, white bones everywhere, and a gloomy and terrifying aura surrounding everyone.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, the white bone array map appeared and instantly trapped everyone in it.

Seeing this scene, the old man looked as if he was ashamed and immediately understood that this was one of the means to deal with him. He could only lose before he could reveal it.

Even if he can handle the giant sword slashing, the life and death sword domain, and the underworld world, he will eventually fall into this formation map.

With so many means not coming out of poverty, even in his heyday, he would have been quite difficult to deal with, let alone now.

The most important thing is...

Until now, he has not even seen his opponent, and he has already lost. It can be said that he has lost without any power to struggle...

The old man looked at the gloomy wind and mist beside him, and his body was stirred up by black gas. He was trapped inside and outside, and said almost desperately: "My school has been passed down for thousands of years. Will it be destroyed in my hands today?"

"Master..." The strong young man looked very embarrassed, but he didn't know what to say.

The old man looked at his own disciple, forcibly suppressed the surging inside his body, and said with a slight smile: "I thought I could revive the sect by finding this paradise. Who knew that there was a real power to occupy it. It's all this for the teacher. In the future, the inheritance of my Tianwu Sect will be handed over to you."

The strong young man's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he suddenly stood up and said, "Master, let's fight with him!"

"Idiot!" The old man suddenly glared at his eyes and scolded: "Even if he tried his best, it should be my old bone. After I die, you will be the hope of my Tianwu Sect's future revival. How can you waste your life in such a place? Then I will ask that person to spare your life, and don't let my expectations down."

The brawny young man said sadly: "Master, we will take you back if we try our best..."

The disciples behind them were also full of sadness and commotion, and they all expressed that they would rather fight their opponents.

But the old man sighed and shook his head without saying a word. Obviously he would rather stay and wait for death than let his disciples make unnecessary sacrifices...

For a moment, the scene was filled with separation from life and death, and a sad atmosphere...

At this time, the old man's gloomy pupils suddenly lit up, and then he forced himself to support himself, pulled the disciples behind him, and looked at the figure who was walking on the river with a serious face.

What surprised him was that the young man was a bit too young. Although the practitioners were young and difficult to distinguish their age, from the perspective of the old man, the years of practice in front of him must be less than a hundred years.

The most important thing is that the other party is really just the Nine Turns of the Golden Pill...

The old man's heart suddenly sank. He wanted to exchange his own experience and insights to let the other party let the disciple go, but now it seems that such a young man with a promising future must have a teacher behind him, so how could he care about his own insights?

If the other party is a little more ruthless, he might slaughter all the last elites of his Tianwu Sect...

However, Lin Fei had no intention of killing at this time. On the contrary, he looked at the group of people in front of him with an atmosphere of sadness and despair, and was a little confused.

What's going on...

According to what he knew, this group of people seemed to have taken a fancy to the Feng Shui treasure land he had been in seclusion and came to snatch it forcibly.

Lin Fei also attached great importance to this. In order to deal with the old man, he prepared for a long time under the waterfall and arranged many back-up moves. Only then did the action work really work well, defeating the opponent like a destruction.

But now I see that this scene is different from what I think.

There was a sad atmosphere at the scene. The old teacher and the disciples were filial and had no evil temperament at all. It seemed that he was bullied to the point of desperate situation. If a person with unknown circumstances came and saw it, he might think that Lin Fei seemed to be a villain who was unforgivable and bullying men and women...

The problem is, Lin Fei is obviously the victim...

Lin Fei thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. He looked at these people and asked, "I'll make sure one thing first, you are here to steal my territory. I shouldn't bully you, right?"

After the words came, the strong young man seemed to be humiliated. He immediately stood up with a willing expression on his face and said tragically: "If you want to kill or cut, you can do whatever you want. If you have anything, you will come to me. My master is in a twilight year. Don't humiliate him!"

Lin Fei was speechless. I, a bullied person, didn't say anything. You, a villain, are here to be tragic.

But he was not interested in getting involved with this stupid guy, but glanced at him and immediately saw the old man who was silent. He looked pale and weak, and he looked quite miserable.

but……

What does this have to do with me? Is it reasonable for the twilight years?

"This old man can't rely on his age to mess around, right?" Lin Fei guessed.

"What did you say!" The strong young man suddenly burst into tears, his voice was already loud, but this time he shouted like thunder: "My master is highly respected, how could he mess with the car..."

But the words were still dropped. The young man's body, which was more than nine feet tall, was suddenly hit hard. The muscles that were bulging like a hill, and layered ripples spread out, and they were directly beaten backwards, rubbing dozens of meters of grooves on the ground...

Lin Fei withdrew his fist and sneered: "If you give you a little color, you dare not go forward or retreat, and you don't know how you lived to this day."

A group of disciples dared not speak out, but the old man with his eyes closed twitched, but there was no movement. Lin Fei glanced at the disciples indifferently and asked, "Which sect do you belong to? Why are you disturbing me in seclusion?"

However, when the disciples saw their senior brother being beaten away, they looked sad and angry, as if Lin Fei was really a vicious person, and they all seemed to be silent even if they died.

Lin Fei's face suddenly turned dark, and he was too lazy to talk to these lunatics, but looked at Li Beixing.
Chapter completed!