Chapter 203: Fighting to the Death

At the gate of the Spiritual Palace, Ye Xiaotian threw himself on the ground and coughed up blood.

He couldn't believe it. Forgetting the masked man, how could this old man who appeared from nowhere be so strong?

A pole can break even space. Are you kidding me?

Cen Qiaofu squatted on a tree stump and played chess with Xiao Qixiu. From time to time, he hit the white-haired Taoist boy on the ground with his crutch, laughing and scolding: "You brat, you have tried several times, and you are still here?"

Xiao Qixiu's brows jumped wildly. Playing chess was not his original intention, but he couldn't resist the old man's threats!

If he didn't act, the three gray-haired guys lying on the ground might really not be able to get up.

"Speaking of that kid at the back, have you prepared it? If you have any tricks, hurry up. I've waited until the tea has gone cold."

Cen Qiaofu looked at Qiao Qianzhi, who was standing at the back and had been sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers and tigers. He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Well, the tea set is also homemade.

He was stunned for a moment before moving in. He didn't expect that his concealed actions would also be discovered?

However, it takes time to activate the formation. Even if he is a grand master of the spiritual formation, if he wants to activate such a powerful formation, he can save time, but it is impossible to do it instantly!

"Hip hip hop..."

He touched his head awkwardly, "Have seniors noticed it?"

"Pfft!" Cen Qiaofu sprayed a sip of tea directly on Xiao Qixiu's face opposite him. This laughter...

He handed over a tissue apologetically and said: "To tell you the truth, during those days when I lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, I also played with spiritual formations, and I can barely be considered a grand master!"

Click!

Everyone was stunned now!

Ye Xiaotian's figure lying on the ground seemed to have lost all strength, even his soul was gone.

The highly anticipated final blow was stillborn before it appeared...

Everyone was silent, and the air was eerily still.

Cen Qiaofu waved his hands indifferently and said casually: "It's just something to kill time. I also make alchemy, but my level is not as good as that of a little guy in my family. I don't dare to say it to shame."

"The spiritual formation should be okay..."

He looked at the moving house and said firmly: "Eight Prison Pillars?"

His tone was questioning, but everyone could see the confidence on his face.

Snap!

The array disk in the hand of the housewarmer fell to the ground, with a look of horror on his face.

This old man is not joking... Is he really a grand master?

The old man settled down and praised: "Okay, I didn't expect that you have also studied the 'Heavenly Secret Technique' of that boy in Dao Qiongcang. You are really formidable!"

Qiao Qianzhi's face was pale, and he even said "Heaven's Secret Technique", which was really conclusive.

All kinds of means are used, all are forced, who can solve such a predicament?

The "Holy Slave" only had one old man, and he really held back the five thrones of Tiansang Ling Palace!

"And you?"

Cen Qiaofu looked at Jiang Bianyan on one side and asked directly: "What method are you planning to use?"

Jiangbian Yan's face turned bitter, and he said solemnly: "Senior is joking..."

At this moment, he only regretted why he came here alone. If this old man had murderous intentions, he might not even be able to take his life back!

Holy slave, we can no longer let loose...

The news that Cenjoufu has joined the "Holy Slave" must be reported to the headquarters immediately. The result of over-indulgence over the years is to breed tigers to create trouble!

Xiao Qixiu played the chess game calmly. Up to now, only this heart-tempered and forbearing swordsman had the determination to play chess.

Since the last battle against the masked man, he knew that it was foreseeable that any strong person would appear from the "Saint Slave" again.

Steady, nothing surprising!

Keng——

At this moment, a clear sword cry resounded throughout the nine heavens, and the sword on Xiao Qixiu's back suddenly came out of its sheath, as if pointed out.

"Wan Jian returns to the clan?"

At this time, even Cen Qiaofu was shocked. The master-level sword intention is not something that can be realized casually. He has been a guest in the Ling Palace for less than a day and he saw one?

Xiao Qixiu's pupils were shocked.

There are not many innate swordsmen in the Spiritual Palace, and even fewer have the chance to break through to the Grandmaster level.

Even Su Qianqian will have to settle for a while, unless...

"Um?"

With a bang, Xiao Qixiu stood up in shock and knocked over the chessboard.

"Su Qianqian?!"

He suddenly bent over and supported the tree stump, his eyes widened, and he hissed: "The masked man is looking for the famous sword?!"

Cen Qiaofu looked at the broken chess pieces on the ground in a daze. Was it a dirty trick before losing the game?

"Isn't it obvious?"

He looked up at the man in front of him, wondering why this guy was so angry.

Xiao Qixiu was so anxious that he turned around and flew away, which made Cen Qiaofu angry.

"Have you forgotten what I said? If you don't like melon seeds, why don't you sit down and drink tea?"

He slapped the tree stump, and Reversi chess flew up all over the ground. Then he flicked his finger, and several scattered rays of light flew out of the air.

But Xiao Qixiu, who was flying away, didn't even look back. He blocked the sword backwards and was beaten with a clanging sound until he vomited blood, but he still flew away.

Cenqiaofu frowned and patted again.

Whoosh!

More chess pieces flew away, and even though the two were already at an extremely long distance, they still shot through Xiao Qixiu's declining physical body.

"So hard?"

"for what?"

Cen Qiaofu was surprised. Othello, which contains the power of the Great Dao, is not easy to bear. If it is not cleaned up in time, it is likely to affect this guy's foundation.

However, he couldn't let this man go because he had a mission to accomplish. So he picked up the pole, rushed over in an instant, and swept down with a stick.

Xiao Qixiu didn't want to fight, and exposed his back naked.

Cen Qiaofu's eyes finally showed a strange color, but his hands still swung down mercilessly.

Boom!

With a blast, the crystal space fragments exploded, and Ye Xiaotian inserted one hand into the sky, breaking out a piece of the sky again.

Just now, he helped Xiao Qixiu block this attack!

Boom boom boom...

Eight pillars of heaven fell from the sky at the right time, locking Cen Qiaofu in it.

The two elders reappeared, with fighting spirit in their eyes, "Old bones, let's fight!"

In the distance, Jiang Bianyan sighed. He didn't expect that the people in the Ling Palace would fight as soon as they said, and now he couldn't hide.

"Fight!"

Ye Xiaotian gave an order, and the "Eight Prisoner Pillars" instantly surged with dark thunder, and the space was cracked.

Even if Cen Qiaofu was arrogant, he didn't intend to take the charged attack from the grandmaster of the spiritual formation. But as soon as he wanted to move, he found that the space was imprisoned.

It's impossible to defend against it!

Boom!

A shocking explosion almost blocked the night sky, and even directly blew half of the mountain range into dust.

The spiritual palace formation was too close to it, and it was shattered under the impact, revealing a bit of night inside.

Almost at the same time, all the disciples in the inner and outer courtyards covered their ears, and those with low cultivation were directly tinnitus.

Fortunately, the formation protected everyone, and there were not many casualties among their own people.

Jiang Bianyan looked at Qiao Qianzhi in shock, and couldn't believe that this explosion was caused by him. If he was trapped in it, could he get out safely?

As the dust and fog clouds dispersed, everyone was looking forward to it...

Did it succeed?

"Cough cough!"

A cough made several hearts cool.

Cen Qiaofu raised his eyebrows, his face was covered in blood, and he had changed his clothes, so he couldn't see the injuries inside.

But the blood dripping from his fingertips indicated that this blow would definitely not be easy.

"Young people are formidable, young people are formidable..."

The shoulder pole had been blown away, and the old man pulled out the small iron axe at his waist, looking at Qiao Qianzhi with admiration in his eyes.

"You are very good!"

He twisted his wrist joints, pushed the dislocated bones back, and said in a concentrated voice: "It seems that I have to exert my strength!"

Qiao Qianzhi's mouth twitched twice, and he found that his back was slightly cold.

He looked behind him and clenched his fists secretly.

"Old Xiao, come on, people have helped you hold them back, and the rest..."

Will the remaining side be the masked man?

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Qiao Qianzhi felt a bitter throat. Both sides were difficult characters, how to fight?

But his eyes were firm and he never retreated, and his fighting spirit was rekindled.

"If it's my apprentice, I will fight for my life!"