Before An Zhisu could react, Ling Yunpo had already rushed out on his sword.

The sword light stopped in front of the old man Kuzhu. He looked at the other party with cold eyes, and suddenly remembered that Wei Dongliu seemed to have heard Wen Yang mention this person before. He seemed to be a senior among the Jindan realm masters of the Yin Gui Dao.

Oh, I remember now!

Wen Yang did say that this man was once defeated by Shushan Zhenren, and his scapula was directly pierced by the sword energy and he almost died.

Later, he was lucky enough to survive, and his fighting style changed directly to that of a cunning villain. He would either restrain the opponent in a fight or kill the opponent with one blow. He also suggested that Jiang Li'an should learn this fighting style... but was retorted by Witch Jiang, "Why don't you learn it?"

Now that I think about it, since this person specifically asked to fight me, doesn't that mean the one who almost killed him was Su Jian, the master of Qingluo Peak of Shushan?

My goodness, this cheap master has not brought me any benefits since I became his disciple, but has caused me a lot of trouble! Am I worshipping a master or raising a son?

Ling Yunpo was secretly angry and didn't bother to say anything more, so the two began to fight.

The old man with withered bamboo pointed his finger towards Ling Yunpo in the air with a gloomy look.

A beam of white light shone from his fingertips, rushing straight towards Ling Yunpo's face - this style of attack was intended to obscure the opponent's vision, making it difficult for him to judge the distance of the spell.

How could Ling Yunpo be fooled by such a trick? He didn't even bother to block the flying sword, and directly used the Dividing Cloud Bagua Step. With a flash of his body, he rushed in front of the old man with withered bamboo in an instant.

Just as Qingping Sword was about to thrust out, Kunlun Mirror reminded him:

"Be careful, it's a fake!"

Ling Yunpo's eyes flashed, and he started walking again, and in an instant he disappeared from the spot again.

Almost at the same time when he was closing the distance again, the old man with withered bamboo's body suddenly exploded, turning into a ball of extremely thick green smoke.

Despicable!

After retreating to nearly a hundred feet away, Ling Yunpo looked at the smoke and cursed in his heart.

This should be some kind of fake corpse method, using a corpse hidden with poisonous fog to disguise as myself, luring the enemy to attack and then detonating it - but the opponent certainly can't expect that I will attack at close range, so the main function of the poison should be to contaminate the flying sword and make it unable to circulate.

Ling Yunpo figured out the whole thing in a flash. He glanced around again but found no trace of the old man with withered bamboo.

"Ajing, scan!" He immediately used his special move.

"There." The Kunlun Mirror quickly revealed its outline.

Ling Yunpo took a closer look and was surprised to find that the real body had actually used the earth escape technique to hide underground. It was simply too despicable.

He raised his right hand and pointed the sword in front of his chest, reciting in a cold voice:

"The mountains are gone, and the waterfalls are piercing the clouds!"

The sword curse sounded, and the fourth level of the Qingping Sword's Taoist magic "Cascading Waterfalls Through Clouds and Valleys" was activated. Suddenly, a column of water fell rapidly and penetrated into the ground in an instant.

The old man with withered bamboo seemed to be well prepared. When the water-based magic was thrown down, he used the earth escape technique to quickly move away from his original position.

The next second, the Ten Thousand Bamboo Swords turned into millions of sword auras, densely inserted into the soil.

Ling Yunpo once again made a sword gesture and activated the Taoist magic "Wood Charm Fantasy Root" on the Wanzhu Sword. Thousands of sword energies immediately turned into roots and drilled frantically into the ground.

Now the old man with withered bamboo could no longer hide and had to burst out of the ground - to be exact, he was carried out by a seven-foot tall man.

The big man had a green face and fangs, and his skin was ashen. He was clearly a high-level corpse-refining earth-walking Rakshasa from the Yin Gui Dao. He had the strength of a Yuanying realm when fighting alone.

Ling Yunpo laughed loudly, thinking to himself, using this earth-walking Rakshasa as a means of transportation, what kind of novel fighting method is this?

Oh, you are afraid that the Shushan Sword Immortal’s sword-controlling speed is too fast, so you have to use the earth escape technique to remain invincible, right?

Wen Yang said that this guy was an old villain, but I think he was frightened by Su Jian. He left a way out before the battle even started. How could such a bug fight well?

He simply combined man and sword and slashed at the old man with withered bamboo who rushed out.

The old man with Kuzhu remained expressionless. He took out two cymbals from his sleeves, grabbed them with both hands and struck them hard.

The sound waves spread out in all directions, and Ling Yunpo felt a devilish sound drilling into his mind, like an annoying tight hoop curse, which directly knocked him down from the state of unity between man and sword, and created a big hole on the ground.

Seeing this, the old man Kuzhu smiled and continued to strike the magic cymbal vigorously. With a slight thought in his mind, he ordered the Earth-Walking Rakshasa to kill Ling Yunpo who was lying on the ground.

This demonic sound was so harsh and sharp, like the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard amplified ten thousand times. It would disturb the heartstrings and disrupt the sea of ​​consciousness when it entered the ears, so that after it spread to a far distance, the Demon Cult and Shushan monks had to retreat at the same time, concentrating their wills to keep their minds focused.

Only An Zhisu was horrified and threw out the Feiyan Sword to rush out, but suddenly he saw Ling Yunpo staggering and standing up.

Even at such a long distance, this devilish sound is still so powerful, one can imagine what kind of torture Ling Yunpo would suffer at a close distance... He was able to stand up despite the devilish sound, what kind of strong willpower does this have?

Ling Yunpo leaned on the Qingping Sword and stood up with difficulty. He stared at the old man Kuzhu who was still working hard to activate his magic weapon. He showed his unyielding character and asked Ah Jing in his heart:

"How am I doing in playing the role of the unyielding character? Judging from the growth of the synchronization value, it should be okay, right?"

"That's good." Kunlun Jing said insincerely, "It would be even better if you don't ask me to help block this sound illusion."

"What a joke." Ling Yunpo said disdainfully, "I can block the illusion but I insist on holding on. I'm not a masochist..."

He quickly revealed an unyielding expression of "although suffering from torture", "still relying on tenacious perseverance", and "trying to stay conscious". He roared at the walking Rakshasa on the ground, and once again merged with the sword and killed towards Master Kuzhu!

Master Kuzhu finally panicked. He had tried the magic cymbal many times after getting it, and none of the Jindan realm cultivators could withstand its power. After the magic sound entered their heads, they could only be slaughtered. But why could Su Jian's disciple actually move it?

It was too late for him to run away now. He could only stay where he was and concentrate all his energy to increase the output of the magic sound.

Ling Yunpo pretended to have a splitting headache, but in fact he locked onto the other person's body. Suddenly he heard Kunlun Mirror say:

"Attention! His real body starts to move!"

Ling Yunpo looked carefully and found that the old man with withered bamboo was pretending to fight to the death, but in fact he was using the same trick again. He left a fake corpse in the place to continue to attract attention, while his real body transformed and quickly fled towards the main camp of the Demon Cult.

What a shady old bastard! Ling Yunpo was furious, and he tilted his sword-in-one body slightly downward, quickly passing under the fake body, and directly killed the real body of the old man Kuzhu!

A cry of surprise came from the Shushan main camp, because in the eyes of the sword immortals, the Poyun Sword Immortal was clearly disturbed by the devilish sound, so that he could not even maintain the lock of the immortal sword, and thus accidentally killed nothing.

The next second, large pieces of flesh and blood exploded in the air, blooming like fireworks.