Chapter 2033: Dou Li and the Immortal

Lin Yi suddenly jumped up, and a head popped out of the gourd. He looked up at the black-robed young man standing silently in the sky, and his eyes gradually curved with a smile.

When their eyes met, Bai Chen indifferently held the Wind God Sword in his hand again.

Lin Yi was definitely the strongest opponent he had ever met!

He knew this very well.

…

"Hey~ Do you want to drink with me?"

Lin Yi suddenly waved at Bai Chen.

Drink? !

Bai Chen was stunned.

Isn't this guy here to fight?

"Don't look at me like that~ I hate trouble the most, and drinking is still in my appetite. Of course, if you can get me drunk under the table, I will leave here and never bother you again. How about it?"

Lin Yi has his own confidence in his drinking ability. He has lived for hundreds of years and he loves drinking like his life, and has never met an opponent.

And his words also instantly aroused Bai Chen's interest. For this guy who he didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, Bai Chen suddenly realized that he was not that annoying.

"Unfortunately, I also like drinking the most. After I solve the problem here, let's go and fight."

Bai Chen smiled calmly, turned around and looked in another direction.

A blue figure loomed in the distant ruins filled with wind and smoke.

"Young man, I can help you realize any wish you want, but the premise is that it can only be one wish..."

The white-haired old man in a deep sea blue robe finally walked out of the billowing smoke. His robe was clean and gorgeous, without a trace of dust, as if it isolated the whole world, full of sacred breath.

"Wanchao Pavilion... you are here after all."

Bai Chen put the Wind God Sword on his shoulder, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

The old man ignored his words, but looked at the big gourd in the distance with a serious face.

"You are the disciple of the God of War Tianji, right?"

Hearing this, Lin Yi scratched his head in surprise: "Why, do you want to talk to me?"

Xingchen Pavilion and Wanchao Pavilion have always been incompatible, and the fight between them is getting more and more intense.

No matter which side they are on, as long as they see each other, they will have a strong desire to kill and want to kill first.

This white-haired old man is no exception.

However, Lin Yi is different. He is like nothing happened. He doesn't care about the robes worn by the old man. When asking questions, his clear eyes are as pure as a child's.

"I am the old immortal. It's been a long time since I saw the reputation of Young Master Lin. I also know your temper. Today, I just want to make trouble for Bai Chen and have no intention of being your enemy..."

"Oh, then you can fight. I'll watch here~"

Hearing Lin Yi's words, the immortal instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, Lin Yi, as rumored, is a person who doesn't like and even hates fighting.

As long as others don't make trouble for him, he won't take the initiative to attack others.

Lin Yi follows the way of peace and pursues to treat people with courtesy.

He respects literature and martial arts. He can be said to have kept it in mind, which is quite loved by Emperor Xuanwu.

After confirming that Lin Yi, the uncertain factor, would not become an obstacle, the immortal elder's eyes suddenly showed a gloomy look, and turned to look at Bai Chen who had been waiting for a long time.

When the four looked at each other, Bai Chen felt the other party's cultivation of the same eight-star chaos realm, and couldn't help but smile faintly: "Don't hide the one behind you, if you want to fight, come together."

When this was said, the immortal elder was obviously startled, and Lin Yi also nodded slightly, with an admiring look in his eyes.

When Bai Chen's voice fell, a slender man appeared out of thin air behind him, as if he had emerged from the mist.

"I am Dou Li, and I am here to learn from you!"

Although Dou Li called himself an old man, his voice was mighty and deep, and his appearance was also in his prime.

As he held a spear in his hand, the spiritual power fluctuations of the same eight-star chaos realm swept across the entire sky in an instant.

Facing two opponents with the same cultivation as himself, Bai Chen was attacked from both sides, but he still showed no fear.

He took a step forward, and a great spirit was born.

"Go!"

The immortal suddenly shouted, and a black magic wand suddenly fell out from his blue sleeves. He held the magic wand tightly and swept it in the air. Groups of inky black mist rose up like an ink painting.

What is this black mist?

Bai Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped on the ground with his toes, and his figure immediately retreated.

At this time, from behind, the sharp gun shadows had already stabbed like a tidal wave.

Clang clang clang clang...!

Bai Chen suddenly turned around and attacked Dou Li who was rushing towards him. The sword light and gun shadows exploded in the sky. Waves of energy ripples like water patterns.

Suddenly, Bai Chen swept a sword, and the terrifying sword energy shook Dou Li away dozens of meters. Seizing this gap, Bai Chen's figure flashed and immediately avoided the strange black fog attacking from behind.

The black mist filled the sky and earth, obscuring Lin Yi's vision. He could only release his soul circle and continue to feel Bai Chen's breath.

However, just as his soul circle spread out, his face suddenly darkened, and he quickly turned the gourd and looked in the direction of the back mountain.

…

"Hurricane Cross Slash!"

Ye Jianxin, with his two swords stretched out, spun rapidly in the sky, and suddenly burst out with a thunderous roar.

Under the overwhelming anger, a huge cross sword energy of hundreds of feet in length rushed towards Qi Yuan in an instant, so fast that it was just a flick of a finger.

Qi Yuan, who was already exhausted, stared at the oncoming sword energy in shock. His old eyes trembled, and finally a trace of despair emerged.

"In the end, I still can't resist the monster Ye Jianxin..."

The corner of his mouth slowly pulled up a bitterness. With his spiritual energy almost exhausted, he dragged his old and tired body, hunched in the air, and had completely given up the idea of ​​escaping.

Just when he closed his eyes and begged for death, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Master, I will never let you die--"

At the critical moment, Qi Song covered his broken arm and flashed in front of Qi Yuan desperately, and quickly mobilized all his spiritual power to collide fiercely with the oncoming cross sword energy.

Under Qi Yuan's eyes, even if Qi Song's body was wrapped in the spiritual power of the Zhoutian Realm, it was completely turned into ashes in the cross sword energy.

No matter Qi Song or Qi Yuan, they could never stop Ye Jianxin's hurricane cross slash.

Just when Qi Yuan was about to suffer the same fate as Qi Song, a huge figure as strong as a bear appeared silently in front of Qi Yuan.

"Hah!"

The man shouted loudly and punched out with a simple and clean punch, hitting the cross sword energy.

The sound of the punch was like thunder, and the sword energy exploded instantly!

Looking at the back of the dark blue robe in front of him, Qi Yuan's dry throat rolled slightly. He had been seeking help from Xingchen Pavilion before, but he didn't expect that the people who came to save his life in the end were people from Wanchao Pavilion.