The flame dragon soared in the mid-air. Under the control of the old man, the elemental power inside began to riot, shattering the outer shell and turning into a river running through the sky.

The flames like the current of a river raged crazily in front of Mandrill, and the powerful impact even pushed him backward at one point.

The young immortal stepped on the ground with his feet in an attempt to stop the opponent's attack, but the terrifying power coming from in front of him was even greater than the previous attack, forcing him to retreat continuously under the push of the long river of flames.

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Even the body-protecting immortal power that had just been re-condensed in front of him was completely torn into pieces. The fire elemental power penetrated into his body, destroying his body all the time, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"cut."

Mandrill gritted his teeth, and after losing all means of defense, he began to use his body to resist the fierce flames. Even the old man did not expect that the young immortal in front of him would be so crazy.

In his original plan, this move was to force the opponent to retreat, and then use the last move of Tianyang's three moves to determine the outcome, but now it was difficult for him to win.

As a last resort, the old man had no choice but to pour all his elemental power into this blow, turning this involved blow into a decisive blow.

But this actually played into Mandrill's hands, and he saw a steady stream of immortal power gushing out from his body again, and he continued to fight against the river of flames.

In such a head-on competition of hard power, the old man who consumes a huge amount of elemental power must be the one who loses first.

Sure enough, after dozens of seconds of stalemate, the flames wrapped around the sword in the old man's hand gradually became unstable, and the elemental power transmitted from his body was also intermittent.

Finally, at a certain moment when the elements fluctuated, Mandrill seized the opportunity, increased the output of his immortal power by a few points, and directly dispersed the flames in front of him.

The broken river of flames turned into rags and floated in the air like a torn strip of red cloth.

Mandrill tightly grasped the spear behind him, and the storm surged.

Seeing this, the old man opened his eyes slightly, and the crazy wind blew away his few white hair.

The flames are dying.

The young immortal took a step forward, danced his spear, and flew away through the air.

"boom!"

Although it seemed to be an extremely calm blow, when the tip of the spear landed on the old man, powerful power surged out from the tip of the spear, lighting up the old man's body with green light, and the immortal power turned into water waves on his body.

Ripple away.

Then, a strong force blasted the old man away with his sword, and even the place where he originally stood turned into a bottomless pit.

The immortal force wrapped around the old man's torso and hit the surrounding houses. The flying figure knocked down several houses one after another.

Fortunately, it is surrounded by the warehouses of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce and no civilians live there.

"Cough...cough..."

After a while, the old man held his chest and slowly straightened up in the ruins. Hot blood surged in his throat, forcing him to cough twice before suppressing it.

The soles of the young immortal's shoes stepped on the gravel, making a clicking sound.

Facing the approaching enemy, the old man's face was indifferent, as if he had already anticipated his outcome.

After all, for a person who is hundreds of years old, death is sometimes not something to be afraid of.

"it's over."

Mandrill picked up the spear and poured all his magical power mixed with the power of the wind element into it, intending to kill the evil spirit in front of him with one blow.

Under the continuous infusion of power, He Puyuan's spear tip emitted a burst of emerald green light, began to tremble violently, and made a 'buzzing' sound in the air.

The gravel on the surrounding ground was pushed aside by its ferocious momentum. At this time, the young immortal's feet were like a dustless land with no debris at all. He was the only one standing there holding a spear.

Facing the old man slumped in the ruins, Mandrill's eyes showed no mercy, and the spear in his hand stabbed forward violently in the storm.

The biting sound of the wind even reached the old man's ears. He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for his death to come.

But time seemed to have stopped halfway, and the sound of the wind never moved forward again.

The old man opened his eyes and found that the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance had dissipated at some point, and the world was shrouded in night.

It was just dark, but there was a bright moon in the sky and stars all around.

Soothed by the evening breeze, the Immortal's Storm Spear no longer seemed so terrifying.

But Mandrill can feel that his attack has landed in the air. It is clear that the enemy he wants to defeat is in front of him, but now he can't take another half step forward no matter what.

It was as if... the moonlight falling in the distance formed a wall, blocking the barely half-step distance between him and the old man, making it impossible to cross.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps from behind Mandrill broke the silence of the stalemate.

The person who came had an illusory figure, just like the bronze bird that had been forcibly summoned before.

But compared to Tongque, this person has no fluctuations in immortal power, only a powerful elemental power floating around his body.

Under the moonlight, the man's figure was stretched and narrow, like a pool of lake water reflected in the moonlight.

"Oh? Looks like I came just in time."

Different from the other party's calm appearance, a slightly frivolous tone came out of his mouth, causing the two people in the center of the battlefield to look sideways.

After a while, Mandrill slowly took back the spear in his hand, staring at the person coming and scanning again and again.

But unlike the others in Liyue Port, he did not show strong hostility right away.

With just one glance, Mandrill saw through the opponent's true identity.

"An undead soul can only breathe by staying in the sword. Why does it interfere with our exorcism? Retreat quickly."

Different from dealing with human beings, when faced with the illusory man, his first choice was to expel rather than be hostile.

This may be related to the existence form of men. Under the influence of the legacy of the Spin Demon Society, the immortals' understanding of human beings has been distorted. However, this phenomenon does not occur for some originally neutral beings.

That's why Mandrill calmly communicated with the person in front of him who tried to intercept him.

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However, the young immortal's words did not waver the man. He held his chin and thought for a moment before understanding the crux of it.

After all, a being like him who relies heavily on earth veins for survival is quite sensitive to changes in earth veins.

He had noticed something was wrong when the pure water elves in Qingcezhuang were rioting before. A few days ago, he vaguely felt that there were changes in the earth veins under the rocky abyss. In order to catch up with the opponent's movements, he took the first step.

Starting from Qingcezhuang, I happened to catch up with this scene today.

It's just that now the situation seems to be more difficult than he imagined.

Seeing that the man refused to retreat, Mandrill's face became a little colder, and his hand tightened on the spear again.

The strength of the man who suddenly appeared is unknown, but being able to block his attack shows that he is definitely not weak. He really doesn't want to add another opponent unless necessary.

After all, just one close god alone caused him some injuries, and another one might really cause him to overturn.

But if the other party insists on stopping him, don't blame him for being ruthless.

As if he noticed the change in the young immortal's attitude towards him, the man's mouth slightly raised a subtle angle.

"Sorry, it seems that I, Chang Geng, have to be a bad guy again."

Chang Geng held the famous sword Han Guang and rolled it in a circle in mid-air. The elemental power instantly rippled in the air like water waves.

However, to outsiders, he just held a sword hilt and shook it twice, and the existence of the sword body was completely invisible.

This is the subtlety of Hanguang, the invisible sword, but extremely sharp.

It is precisely with the help of this characteristic that Chang Geng can resist the opponent's attack from the air without Mandrill noticing.

After Bai Qiyun, Xingqiu and his team eliminated the trolls in Wuwangpo, the original seal became invalid and he was able to move freely on the land of Liyue.

However, perhaps because he had been trapped in Wuwangpo all year round, his reaction was half a beat slower when he contacted external elemental forces, which actually gave him a headache.

"Really? Then just disappear with the evil spirits next to you."

Rarely, Mandrill actually said a series of words.

However, facing two near-gods, he was indeed qualified to do this.

"coming soon."

Chang Geng didn't know who the old man behind him was, but it would be great to have some help at this time.

Because this body is already the body of the undead, the original Eye of God has long been unable to be used. He can only use the power of the earth's veins to imitate the cold power he once possessed and attach it to the sword body.

The famous sword Hanguang was different from the ordinary iron that the old man had held before. After being infused with the power of the near god, it still looked happy and joyful, and there was no sign of any reluctance.

Seeing this, Chang Geng waved his sword with satisfaction, creating streaks of moonlight in the night.

Subtle, yet dangerous.

"Be careful."

Chang Geng's long and narrow eyebrows twitched, and the long sword stabbed towards Mandrill in vain, but Mandrill was already prepared for this, and he saw the spear flipped and blocked the attack from the man.

The next second, ice cold and strong wind swept across the entire place again, completely covering the three people's figures.

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"Master, why are you doing this?"

Shen He gasped and shouted to Zhenjun Liuyun Jiefeng in front of him before he could even stand firm.

But Xianhe did not respond to her intention, and his face was full of indifference.
To be continued...