Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

In the distance, Zhang Zhengli's attack had already reached the old man's face.    

    

The huge curved golden light left behind a series of afterimages, as if the air itself was going to be torn apart by it.    

    

The strange bird was even more ferocious. Its two huge front claws flickered with a faint blue light, as if they were made of metal. It clawed at the old Daoist's head.    

    

"Hehe, you have some ability, but..."    

    

The old Taoist priest laughed sinisterly. He waved the tattered whisk in his hand, but nothing strange happened. The arc of golden light that Zhang Zhengli slashed out dissipated into thin air, as if it was not powerful enough.    

    

After that, the skinny old Daoist twisted his wrist strangely and swung the whisk at the strange bird.    

    

Zhang Zhengli's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted, "Dodge!"    

    

The strange bird also had some spiritual wisdom. Just as it was about to dodge, its reaction was slower by a beat. One of its claws was struck by the whisk.    

    

A pure white thread brushed past the steel claw, as if it was wiping it clean, and nothing happened. The strange bird let out a sharp cry, and its body suddenly grew taller, pulling it back by more than ten meters.    

    

When Zhang Zhengli saw this, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief. However, he did not dare to let his guard down. The golden sword in his hand continued to aim at the old Daoist, guarding against his attack.    

    

Yang Xuan looked at the strange bird above him. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he could not see anything wrong with it.    

    

At this moment, Fatty Yu gritted his teeth and suddenly said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, I'll go first and report this to the sect. I'll ask the elders to come and help me."    

    

After saying that, he flew into the distance without waiting for Yang Xuan's reply.    

    

"Tsk, you're afraid of death."    

    

The little panther said coldly with disdain, but Yang Xuan shook his head and did not make any comments.    

    

In fact, there was no point for that person to stay here. If he could really get help, it would be a great merit. Perhaps Zhang Zhengli and him would not have to die.    

    

This was a more reliable method at the moment, and their only hope at the moment was to wait for the fatty to call for help.    

    

What they needed to do now was to hold on for as long as possible.    

    

The wooden sword in his hand became more and more powerful. Although it was still quite a distance away from Zhang Zhengli, it still successfully attracted the withered old Daoist's attention.    

    

The bulging and shriveled eyeball looked in Yang Xuan's direction. After examining it for a while, the old Daoist immediately grinned and laughed, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth.    

    

"Tsk tsk, what a pleasant surprise. Take it back and nurture it. It must be an incredible puppet. Hehe, Second Brother's fourth brother. You two go and catch that fatty who ran away. As for these two... I'll personally serve them. Hehe. "    

    

"Damn it!"    

    

Upon hearing the old Daoist's words, Yang Xuan's expression darkened, and he looked behind him.    

    

Two beams of light shot out from that direction. They wanted to circle around them from the sky and chase after that fatty Yu.    

    

Zhang Zhengli also reacted. His body suddenly rose up, and the longsword in his hand slashed at one of the beams of light.    

    

Two completely different beams of light collided, and the beams of light gradually faded away, revealing the figure within.    

    

It was a huge snake, as thick as an adult's thigh. Its seven or eight meter long body was swaying in the air, like a fish in water. It did not feel stiff at all, as if it could fly.    

    

"Number... Level four Demonic Beast!"    

    

Zhang Zhengli's expression was incomparably shocked, but the force in his hand was endless. A golden light flashed on the longsword, and its power instantly soared. It actually forced the huge snake back.    

    

Yang Xuan originally wanted to use the wooden sword to block the other dark light, but the existence within the dark light was extremely agile. In the end, the baldy suddenly turned around, and went past him, rushing towards the horizon.    

    

"You want to leave?"    

    

Yang Xuan coldly snorted. The red light on the wooden sword in his hand immediately shrank. Even its power began to be restrained. He was ready to throw it out and shoot it down to get the light.    

    

At this moment, in the distance, a black light rushed towards the back of his head.    

    

"Be careful!"    

    

Zhang Zhengli shouted loudly. It was already too late to provide support.    

    

Fortunately, Yang Xuan had already released the Divine Sense. He had been paying attention to the skinny old man's movement all along. He reacted at the first moment. The small silver shield blocked his back with the wind.    

    

"Go!"    

    

He said lightly. The red wooden sword in his hand turned into a red stream of light and rushed to the sky.    

    

A faint roar came from the sword, causing its speed to increase greatly. In less than two breaths' time, it caught up to the ray of light.    

    

At the same time, the black light behind him also arrived.    

    

The silver shield shook intensely for a moment, barely managing to block this attack. However, a fist-sized hole had appeared on the surface of the sturdy shield, and wisps of black Qi continued to float.    

    

This silver shield was actually nearly pierced through!    

    

Yang Xuan's heart sank, and he became more vigilant.    

    

If the power of the previous strike had been greater, he would have died on the spot in his current state.    

    

He believed in the silver shield too much. He didn't even try to dodge the attack just now. Once the silver shield was penetrated, he wouldn't be able to protect his head.    

    

Of course, the result of this gamble was also extremely fruitful.    

    

The wooden sword did not disappoint his expectations. It successfully struck the cluster of dim light, causing his body to suddenly stop. After which, he fell down. Although it was very difficult to kill his opponent with this attack, it was already sufficient to buy him some time.    

    

The dim light that Zhang Zhengli blocked was relatively strong. This one was much weaker. Now that it was delayed, it was almost impossible to catch up to that fatty.    

    

After the attack was successful, the wooden sword circled in the air and flew back.    

    

The skinny old man looked at this scene with a gloomy expression. He laughed in extreme anger. "Very good! Since you want to die so badly, then I'll fulfill your wish!"    

    

His body gradually became illusory. In a few flashes, he rushed towards Yang Xuan. His hand was in the shape of a claw, and his skinny fingers were like a few bamboo poles, grabbing towards Yang Xuan's heart.    

    

Yang Xuan was startled. He didn't dare to meet ___ head on, and kept retreating. At the same time, the silver shield enlarged a little, completely covering his back.    

    

"Chi!"    

    

A soft sound was heard.    

    

Yang Xuan's Divine Sense had been locked onto the old Daoist's body. Although the silver shield had blocked his vision, it had no effect on him.    

    

He turned his body and moved to the side for a short distance.    

    

In his original position, a skinny figure suddenly appeared. It was very strange.    

    

"Good boy, your reaction is quite fast."    

    

After repeatedly suffering losses, the skinny old Daoist no longer had the intention of teasing Yang Xuan. He didn't speak any more nonsense, and his figure flashed once again, and he appeared beside Yang Xuan.    

    

At the same time, Yang Xuan's body strangely moved to the side once again, narrowly avoiding his grab.    

    

"You are merely a little cultivator of the third realm. How could you possibly dodge my attack!"    

    

The old Daoist was a little angry. The gap between Yang Xuan's cultivation base and his was huge, but now, he had missed two attacks in a row.    

    

He picked up the tattered horsetail whisk in his hand, his face gloomy.