Chapter 437 The Mysterious Old Man

Xing Liren stared at the flying sword that was getting closer and closer, his eyes full of ferocity, and he growled.

"Build a shield!"

The ice realm stopped shooting out ice cones, and the cold air on them surged like a tide.

In the blink of an eye, a huge ice shield several feet thick appeared out of thin air.

"Dang——"

With a loud sound of metal clashing, the long sword pierced the ice shield.

Ice crystals shot out!

Dense cracks appeared on the ice shield, like a spider web, but it did not break.

The long sword was not shaken away by the ice shield, but under the urging of the sheep-headed man, it was still piercing into the ice shield inch by inch.

Xing Liren mobilized the mana in his body and poured it into the ice mirror frantically.

The cracks on the ice shield began to repair at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that he was going to freeze the long sword in it.

"Let's see how long you can hold on!"

Seeing this, the sheep-headed man suddenly changed the sword tactics in his hand.

The flying sword suddenly began to spin at a high speed, drilling into the ice shield.

A wrestling match between the sheep-headed man and Xing Liren seemed to have begun, competing to see whose magic power was stronger.

Xing Liren gradually became a little tired, as the other party's cultivation was one small realm higher than his.

"Gan Hong, help me!"

Xing Liren, who was in a state of decline, said in a deep voice.

Gan Hong heard this, raised his hand and waved, and a three-foot-long sword appeared in front of him.

The blade light on the long sword was dazzling, cutting through the sky and going straight to the sheep-headed man.

The horse-headed man next to the sheep-headed man suddenly stepped forward.

"Don't think about disturbing the lady's fight!"

The horse-headed man shouted in a deep voice, and a small silver bell appeared in his hand.

He gently threw the small silver bell over his head.

The small bell instantly swelled up in the wind and turned into a giant of ten feet.

The silver light of the giant bell shone brightly, and in the flashing light, a silver giant bell phantom condensed, protecting the three people firmly.

The long sword slashed at the giant bell phantom.

The giant bell phantom trembled a few times and then returned to its original state.

The long sword was shaken and flew back.

Seeing this, Xing Liren's heart tightened. Gan Hong could not attack the giant bell phantom for a while.

He looked at the nine alchemists beside him.

Five of them were independent alchemists he invited through various means, either coercion or inducement.

The other four were from the Jing family.

The five independent cultivators were third-level alchemists, and naturally they were all Jindan-stage cultivators, but among the Jindan cultivators, the five were all weaker in cultivation, and the highest was no more than the middle Jindan stage.

All five of them saw that the sheep-headed man was extraordinary.

The relationship between them and Xing Liren was only a relationship of interest, and they would not fight with the sheep-headed man for Xing Liren.

The five people had a tacit understanding, and they all retreated several feet tacitly, standing behind Xing Liren and others, ready to withdraw and escape at any time.

Therefore, Xing Liren could only place his hope on the people of the Jing family.

He turned his eyes to a middle-aged male cultivator and said earnestly.

"Please help me, uncle, to repel the enemy."

Xing Liren's uncle, named Jing Lie, is a Jindan peak cultivator.

With his help, plus the other three Jing family cultivators, it was easy to repel the three invaders.

Jing Lie looked at Xing Liren who was gritting his teeth and persisting, and did not help immediately, but said with a smile.

"My dear nephew Liren, the agreement we made in the past did not involve helping you fight against foreign enemies. Besides, there is a Jindan peak cultivator in the other camp, whose strength should not be underestimated."

Jing Lie almost engraved the four words "taking advantage of the fire to rob" on his face.

Xing Liren asked with some anger while trying his best to resist the flying sword of the sheep-headed man.

"I wonder what uncle wants me to do?"

Jing Lie said, "The third level of the Concentrated Soul Thorn."

Xing Liren said, "That's impossible. In the Xing family, only Yuanying stage cultivators can get access to the third level of the technique."

Jing Lie smiled and said, "I'm not asking my nephew to take out the technique now. Uncle believes that you will advance to the Yuanying stage one day. By then, it won't be too late to fulfill my promise."

After waiting for two breaths, seeing that Xing Liren didn't reply, Jing Lie said again.

"My nephew, make a decision quickly. Your cold light mirror won't last long."

Xing Liren looked at the ice shield that was less than ten feet thick, and his expression became a little anxious.

Jing Lie's unwillingness to help was within his expectations.

But he had been fighting with the sheep-headed man for dozens of breaths. Why was there no movement in the direction of Fangzhu City?

This place is only more than a thousand miles away from Fangzhu City. The battle between him and the sheep-headed man was huge, and the spiritual energy fluctuations were extremely violent.

Logically speaking, the people of the Xing family in Fangzhu City should have noticed the abnormality here long ago.

However, up to now, none of the three Yuanying cultivators of the Fang family have appeared.

This puzzled Xing Liren.

Just when Xing Liren was hesitating whether to agree to Jing Lie, the ice shield suddenly shattered.

The flying sword continued to stab Xing Liren.

"Ding!"

A long and harsh sound resounded through the air.

The flying sword suddenly stabbed on the cold light mirror.

The cold light mirror could not resist the huge impact contained in the flying sword, and flew backwards and hit Xing Liren heavily.

Xing Liren was knocked away and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The flying sword chased after him and stabbed Xing Liren's chest.

Just when Xing Liren was about to use his life-saving trump card, an old man in a gray robe behind Jing Lie bent his finger and shot out a stream of magic power.

"Dang!"

The magic power shot on the tip of the sword.

The flying sword lost its aim and passed by Xing Liren's body.

The old man's movements were very concealed, and the fluctuations of his spiritual energy were extremely weak. The people present did not even notice who had made the move.

Only Jing Lie suddenly realized something after a slight daze.

He suddenly flew out and stood in front of Xing Liren.

"You thief, I, Jing Lie, am here and will never let you hurt my nephew!"

Jing Lie shouted angrily at the three people in the air.

His action was a disguised admission that he had just rescued Xing Liren.

In this way, no one paid attention to the old man who had really made the move.

A ten-foot-high flag suddenly appeared in Jing Lie's hand.

A green dragon was outlined on the flag.

Jing Lie waved the flag, and in an instant, a strong wind blew up, making a humming sound.

A hurricane several dozen feet high suddenly appeared, like a prehistoric beast between heaven and earth.

The strong wind was like a knife, piercing the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

Sand and rocks flew, and grass and trees were uprooted.

Everything caught in the hurricane was torn into dust in an instant.

The goat-headed man looked at the roaring hurricane with a stern look in his eyes.

She raised her hand to call back the flying sword, and a black flag suddenly appeared in her hand.

The flag fluttered, and thick water columns appeared out of thin air, like a river pouring down from the sky, rushing straight into the hurricane.

The wind roared.

The water column roared!

The two collided with each other, constantly making a roar that resounded through the sky.

The water column was torn apart by the violent hurricane, and it disintegrated into thousands of water droplets, and dense raindrops fell down.

These water droplets merged into the hurricane, making the hurricane bloated and slowing down, like a beast stuck in the mud, becoming staggering.

When the water droplets exceeded the limit that the hurricane could bear, the hurricane collapsed.