Although the top of Xiaoxue Mountain is big, it is impossible for Li Shaoyang to hide forever. I am afraid that in a few more breaths, he will be covered by the purple ocean. At that time, the ending will be no different from those flowers and plants.

"snort!"

Li Shaoyang's face was cold. While avoiding, his mind quickly turned around and thought about countermeasures.

This was his first time fighting with an opponent who reached the fourth level of himself. Unexpectedly, he was at an absolute disadvantage as soon as he contacted him.

"No, the distance is too far. Even if the Immortal Phantom is summoned, I'm afraid I can't hold on for a few times."

Li Shaoyang glanced at the distance between him and the young master Baimei, and then judged the situation.

His skilled magical powers were actually suppressed by his opponent so simply, and he absolutely used his power to suppress others, and he did not give him the chance to use the God-questioning Sword Technique.

The White-Brow Young Master is indeed not comparable to the ability to surround Wuxuan County. It is obviously because of the inspiration obtained by seeing Li Shaoyang killing the fourth-grade Nascent Soul cultivator with one sword.

If you don’t get close to you, the sword technique will lose its power.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the purple butterfly tide approaching, Li Shaoyang soon had no choice but to avoid it.

If it were normal, Li Shaoyang should have sunk into his mind at this time and go to the Immortal Gate Mall to choose treasures that can be used to overcome difficulties.

After all, Li Shaoyang’s points account is now very full.

But at present, Li Shaoyang has not done so.

"You cannot surrender, you cannot depend on external things, only your own strength is the foundation."

boom!

There is no doubt that Li Shaoyang's heart for a strong man emerged at this time.

Of course, a strong man cannot turn to external objects every time he is in a crisis.

After all, those external objects will disappear one day.

If one day, Li Shaoyang is in danger but has no points to exchange for treasures, wouldn’t he be dead?

But now, if Li Shaoyang does not exchange the treasure, he may die in the next moment.

The poisonous purple butterfly came overwhelmed with no gap. There was no way out of heaven and no way to the ground. Li Shaoyang seemed to be able to see himself after a breath.

That is, I have become a pool of dead bones.

But just as the first purple butterfly was about to touch Li Shaoyang's body, Li Shaoyang suddenly calmed down.

He felt that his body seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

No, it did not disappear, but merged with the extremely rough pig iron sword in his hand.

The world seems to have become different.

Everything became extremely fragile in Li Shaoyang's eyes, as if it could be destroyed in an instant with just one thought.

Something seemed to flash in my mind.

However, he didn't care at this moment at all.

There was only a figure left in his eyes.

That figure, that one that was about to cover the end of his purple tide.

"Man and sword are united!"

"Breaking Sword Style!"

A cold sound rang at the top of Xiaoxue Mountain without any warning.

"Hmm? Is this?"

For some reason, the young master Baimei, who had always kept the winner's smile, suddenly trembled, and a bad premonition instantly occupied his heart.

As if to confirm his senses, the next moment, a shocking sword energy surged into the sky.

The sword energy looked at the top of the snow-capped mountain and headed above the sky.

In the area where the sword energy bursts, everything is destroyed.

The poisonous purple butterflies transformed by spiritual power were quickly destroyed, as if they had encountered some catastrophe, and turned into ashes in the blazing sword light and disappeared.

What changed the face of Mr. Baimei's face was that the terrifying sword energy came towards him without hesitation after destroying the poisonous purple butterfly.

laugh!

The destruction sword light spread across the void and rushed towards the Baimei Young Master.

"No, damn it!"

After all, the useless thief like Baimei and Tian Guangjin are different. As a genius monk, he made the most correct reaction when he sensed the danger.

Buzz!

With a thought, a purple shield suddenly appeared in front of the Baimei Young Master.

This is his protective treasure, a treasure of the magic level, and the treasure he relies on for his survival. He is never willing to use it.

For this shield, Mr. Baimei was even confident that he could withstand the full-strength attack of a strong man at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.

For him, the true meaning of this shield is that this thing is the only treasure left to him by his fallen father.

It is said that Mr. Baimei is also an unlucky person. Many years ago, he was also a young sect leader from seven major sects. However, because of his father's greed, he robbed a treasure on a female cultivator in the Beixuan Mountains. Unexpectedly, he provoked a five-category sect for this.

Needless to say, the ending is that the family is destroyed and the young master Baimei is the only one who saves his life.

Therefore, he fled from other major counties to Wuxuan County.

This purple Xuan Shield is the only remains. He always regards his life as his life, and will only be called out in a real crisis.

It is the right time to face this shocking sword energy.

"No matter how powerful this kid's outbreak is, he will never be able to surpass the level of the Nascent Soul Realm, right?"

For some reason, Mr. Baimei subconsciously murmured in a questioning tone.

The moment he spoke, a terrifying collision had already begun.

boom!

An unbelievable voice penetrated into the white-browed Young Master's ears, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

The shield is broken!

As a casual cultivator, the biggest reliance for the younger generation of Wuxuan County was deposed.

The only relic left by his father was destroyed.

In the blazing sword light, cracks like spider webs quickly spread throughout the shield.

Then, in the somewhat dull gaze of the Baimei Young Master, the shield turned into a pile of powder and fell down.

The only comfort, probably the terrifying blow, also dissipated.

Puff!

I don’t know if the remaining sword energy invaded the body of Mr. Baimei or the blow was too severe, but at this moment he actually vomited a mouthful of blood.

He was injured!

In the distance, Li Shaoyang, who saw this scene, did not follow the shameless style of the past, and did not attack and kill you while you were sick.

Instead, after adjusting his breathing, all the remaining spiritual power was poured into his legs.

Sure enough, the next moment, a terrifying aura erupted in the distance.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"

The white-browed young master fell into furiousness, and under his strange purple eyebrows were full of strong murderous intent.

Apart from Li Shaoyang, no other existence can be seen.

boom!

The purple tide broke out again.

What is even more terrifying than before is that this time the one that rushed towards Li Shaoyang was not a purple butterfly, but purple sharks.

Overwhelmed by the sky and swallowed up.

The entire Wangxue Mountain seemed to have reversed the years in an instant.

The world changes, and it is a wonder.

Such a scene could not be concealed by the blood mist and easily fell into the eyes of all the monks who watched the battle.

"Huh? What happened? The White-Browed Young Master seems to be in a violent state."

"Who is the sacred place of the Lord of the Exit Earth? It seems that no one has been able to force Mr. Baimei to such an extent for so many years."

"It's the Purple Sea Mad Shark of the White-Browed Young Master, and it's his strongest magical power."

Of course, Li Shaoyang couldn't hear the discussion at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, his attention was completely spent on dealing with the terrifying purple sharks.
To be continued...