Chapter 223: I want to kill you 3 times! (nine)

After the old monk defeated the three monks of Tianxin, the world barrier also appeared.
A figure slowly stepped into the ancient Buddha land!
A purple Xuanyi!
With a mask!
The pupils exposed outside are extremely indifferent and indifferent, making people dare not look directly.
Li Xiandao came across the border!
I thought I sent a few monks of Tianxin to solve this matter, but who thought that an old monk suddenly appeared, ruining Li Xiandao's plan.
He was forced to come by himself.
"Master!" Tian Guangming shouted excitedly, wronged.
They treat me like waste, but you have to call me!
Tian Guangming was wronged as if a child had been bullied, and then seeing his father and mother couldn't help but complain.
Li Wuya looked curiously, is this mysterious person the master of the master?
Heavenly Heart Monk, Lucifer, and Moon Angel shouted excitedly: "Master!"
Li Xiandao was very straight, nodded at them, and then looked at the old monk, his eyes indifferent, and asked, "Are you hitting me, are you addicted?"
The old monk stared at Li Xiandao and suddenly grinned, said: "It seems that you are the different number in the hexagram image, and finally appeared."
"Is it so anxious to show up that I can't wait to die?" Li Xiandao asked, his eyes cold.
In Tiandi Qianzhuang, Li Xiandao also watched all the time, and when he was on the road, he also looked at it, naturally knowing what happened here.
"We haven't played between us yet. How do you know I'm going to lose?" The old monk sneered coldly, showing no weakness.
Li Xiandao took a step forward and walked to the side of Tianguangming, saying: "I appreciate your self-confidence, but self-confidence often requires confidence to support, you have injured three of me, I will kill you three times today!"
"Hahaha, kill me three times, are you really awake?" The old monk laughed angrily.
"Do you think it is impossible?" Li Xiandao asked back, his eyes calm, like a deep spring, quiet and peaceful.
"If you could kill me three times, that would be a hell." The old monk sneered.
"Is it?" Li Xiandao was unsure.
"Look at your cultivation as good, but it will not exceed the thirty-three steps of the legend. I am now thirty-three steps of the legend. I have been immersed in this realm for five thousand years. Why do you say kill me three times?" The old monk Staring at Li Xiandao, sneered.
He did not believe that Li Xiandao could kill himself three times.
Not even once!
Li Xiandao raised a hand, slender fingers, white as jade, more delicate and supple than female hands.
Pointing like a sword, Li Xiandao pointed at the old monk and said: "I kill you, like slaughtering chickens and dogs, easy, believe it or not?"
The old monk just sneered and did not believe at all.
He admits that Li Xiandao is very strong, but that is only very strong.
The old monk has this self-confidence. He can kill himself in ten places, and he can count them with one hand. Most of them are old and don’t shoot, or they work in secrecy and wait for the ascension to nine days.
"I tell you, those who can kill Lao Kang easily, haven't been born in these ten places!!!" The old monk said loudly.
"Since you are so confident, then look good." Li Xiandao sneered and said indifferently.
Qiang!
And pointed like a sword, and then a sword point out, suddenly turned into a ray of sword gas, shot out.
Although the old monk said this harshly, he did not dare to carelessly. He stared attentively, looking at this sword of Li Xiandao.
boom!
At first glance, it's very common, it is ordinary sword spirit!
Can this thing kill me?
The old monk sneered in his heart!
But at the second glance, the old monk was stagnant and stiffened.
Rumble!
In this sword spirit, he saw the sea surging endlessly.
The waves rolled over and overwhelmed him.
The point is, all the waves are sword spirit!
This is a sea of ​​swords, and these endless waves are countless long swords.
Every drop of sea water is a sharp sword that can pierce the sky and cut off the sea of ​​clouds.
Now, all these sword qi oceans are hidden in this sword qi.
terror!
Extremely scary! !
The old monk now understands why Li Xiandao is so confident.
Because this sword is really scary!
With this sword alone, Li Xiandao could claim the name of a sword fairy.
Rumble!
Jian Qi was still running, and the old monk was still watching. He took a deep breath and all the energy in his body appeared.
The golden bell!
With a thud, a big golden clock reversed and closed the old monk.
A huge golden bell, reversed, protected the old monk.
He believes he can resist this sword!
But the next second, carrying the sword gas of a sea, directly hit the protection of the golden bell.
Click!
It was completely ruined, without giving the opponent any chance to react, the golden bell shattered.
Jian Qi is still advancing, in the eyes of the old monk, this moment is the speed of life and death.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
...
Thirteen huge golden bells were suppressed in a row, and they stood in front of the old monk. The old monk's face was solemn and his eyes were firm.
Click!
Click!
Click!
...
Sword Qi rushed over, and in an instant, the thirteen golden bell covers were all broken. The shocked old monk's body shook and he just wanted to avoid it.
But his body was stiff.
Because of this sword spirit, it touched his eyebrows.
The brow was a little red, and there was a sword anger, which scared the old monk motionless.
In the eyes of the old monk, this sword is terrible and difficult to resist.
Who will build a sea of ​​kendo in a sword spirit?
Apart from Li Xiandao, there is no one else.
The most important thing is that it was succeeded by Li Xiandao!
This power is so great that the old monk is shaking.
The old monk kept sinking in one heart, and he missed it.
He arrogantly overestimated his strength!
He also arrogantly underestimated the strength of Li Xiandao!
Now being resisted by Jian Qi, the old monk panted, and the arrogance just now disappeared!
"Don't kill me!" the old monk begged for mercy. He didn't want to die. He didn't play anymore. Li Xiandao was too scary and perverted.
Buzz!
Jian Qi even dissipated after he begged for mercy. It was really an ordinary sword Qi, which made the old monk gasping for breath and looked at Li Xiandao in horror.
"I told you to kill you three times. This was one time just now, and two times!" Li Xiandao said indifferently. He didn't let him go for the sake of the old monk asking for mercy.
The old monk who had died once calmed himself, but he was still shocked and asked, "What was the sword just now?"
"Cover the sea!" Li Xiandao said lightly.
"Covering the sea, but also appropriate, in line with this sword." The old monk nodded and said.
"Now, please take the second sword and leave the fire!" Li Xiandao raised his sword finger, facing the old monk.
The old monk's complexion changed greatly.