Chapter 51: Win trouble

Purple light and white light alternately reincarnated in the air, seeming to cut through the vast and pitch-black sky.
Looking from below, I saw countless purple and white lights intertwined, illuminating the sky like a black screen with exceptional brightness.
"Wow...Lin Daozhi Lin Tianshi, are you too ruthless? Come with me for real?"
Xun Huan blocked Lin Daozhi's pressing with the scimitar in his hand, while ridiculingly ridiculed, seemingly relaxed, but it made him have to focus on eight points of energy to deal with it.
Thinking of how to get rid of this boring fight.
They are quite strong, even if they fight for three days and three nights, they can't tell the outcome! Lin Daozhi is really not ordinary pedantic.
In the past, although they were hostile, the relationship between the two was like a cat catching a mouse. To put it nicely, it was like two awkward brothers. There is absolutely no real fight like today. I didn't know what was in Lin Daozhi's head, so that he made up his mind to do a real fight with him.
What happened to their fairies? Their fairies also came through hard work, so why do they think they are a scourge? They are also living flesh and blood beings. Who stipulates that only humans can exist in the world?
There is a kind of master for every kind of apprentice, and his master must be a very bad bad guy.
Before he came to the world, the celestial masters in the demon world were rumored to be liars, cheating on food, drinking, and money. Few really had some skill.
Why is this Lin Daozhi so powerful?
Could it be said that it is a legendary work?
"Just say that no matter how much you do, I will never let you go. Let's use your true skills!"
The long sword in Lin Daozhi's hand is not soft, and every move is deadly and fierce.
A long sword with shining silver looks shining in the sunshine, radiant, fast as a dragon and flying like a phoenix.
The move blocked Xunhuan's dead end, and for a while Xunhuan couldn't get away and ran away.
Suddenly there was a sound of inciting wings, Lin Daozhi's eyes flashed, blocking the sword in front and blocking Xunhuan's scimitar, shouting: "Stop, I won't care about you for a few days, I still have Things have to be dealt with."
Xunhuan froze for a moment, and looked down, and saw a snow-white dove spinning and coiling in the sky below. The dove was snow-white all over, shining with crystal light under the sunlight, very beautiful.
A sly smile came up at the corner of his mouth: "If you want to go, I won't let you go. Now I have decided that I must decide the outcome with you."
Said that the scimitar in his hand struck Lin Daozhi like lightning, blocking the path of Lin Daozhi like a loach.
Hmph, Lin Daozhi, you don't even have a door to run, now you know what it's like to be annoyed and helpless, right?
Haha... My son can finally get back one, and let you have a taste of how annoying it is.
Lin Daozhi really doesn't want to fight with Xunhuan anymore. Jun Yifan is a good friend he has known for nearly ten years. He once gave him a pigeon he raised so that he can write to him if he has something to do. Since they were separated, Jun Yifan is very precious to this pigeon, and he is not willing to let it go in normal times.
The pigeon he raised on the mountain is indeed something special.
Compared with ordinary pigeons, they are more sensitive to smell and more spiritual.
Suddenly, the pigeons were allowed to come, presumably something must have happened, he had to go and take a look.
However, Xunhuan was determined to consume himself. He avoided Xunhuan’s nonsensical attack. A jade-like slender hand pinched Xunhuan’s machetes with his teeth and claws, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes. Then, he discussed: "I really have something very important. If you want to compete with me, just wait for another day. I will definitely accompany Lin Daozhi the other day."
Xun Huan did not miss the anxious color in Lin Daozhi's eyes, he must be worried to death!
He just wants him to be anxious, know how precious other people's time is, right?
With a move of his hand, the scimitar was gently withdrawn from Lin Daozhi's hand. The scimitar drew a perfect arc in the air, carrying a strong purple light wave, and once again issued a sharp attack: "I tell you, I want me today. It’s impossible to give up. I’ll do it with you. There is no door to escape me."
He found that he liked the feeling of pushing others into anxiousness.
But he didn't know that the dog would bite in a hurry.
Lin Daozhi had no choice but to do his best to resist with the long sword in his hand.
The two people entangled for a while. When Lin Daozhi's light fell on the circling pigeon below, his eyes suddenly became cold. Jun Yifan was his only friend and helped him a lot when he went down the mountain. , He must not let him have something.
With one hand reluctantly resisting Xunhuan's moves, he approached sharply, and the other took the opportunity to pull down the bell from his waist.
Then he vigorously shook the constant bell in his hand.
Suddenly, there were bursts of earth-shaking bells, and the world was full of deafening sounds. The sound was sharp and piercing, and it seemed to pierce the eardrum of a person.
Xunhuan only felt that his ears buzzed, as if countless flying insects flew into the ears and shuttled around in a mess.
There was only the piercing sound of bells in my ears, and nothing else was heard. The sharp and piercing bells shook the eardrums.
Xunhuan couldn't hold it, the scimitar in his hand automatically fell into the air, forming an arc and falling down, his brows were frowned, his face was tight, and he couldn't help covering his ears with his hands to avoid these demons. Like a cry.
Upon seeing this, Lin Daozhi swiped the long sword lightly, and a white light swept across. The machete that was freely falling in mid-air disappeared instantly, but at the same time, the sound of the bell was still continuous, like a magic sound piercing his ears. .
The ground is filled with unarmed ordinary people, if Xunhuan's scimitar falls straight, it will inevitably hurt some innocent people.
A white light flashed, and the silver long sword in Lin Daozhi's hand had become a worn-out mahogany sword. It looked very small, probably less than half a meter in length, but who would have thought that it was just now with majestic and shining light. Sharp sword.
When Lin Daozhi glanced over his ears and looked in painful search for Huan, his cold face was filled with a slight smile: "Fox demon, this time the celestial master is in a hurry and will let you go. There will be another time."
After speaking, with a wave of his sleeves, the long sleeves will take the pigeon below into his arms. The action is done in one go, spreading out a piece of paper tied to the leg of the pigeon. When you see the words on it, Lin Daozhi's cold face twitched.
With a big wave of his hand, the sword flew quickly against the wind without stopping.