Just when Ye Jingyu and Xuanyuan Jing were fighting, Bing Ming, who was fleeing to the southwest, was stopped by a gray figure.
It was an old man with all white hair and a wrinkled face, with a rickety figure, as if he might be buried in a coffin at any moment.
It was this old man who was about to enter the wood, but he didn't dare to move a single bit, and what could make a martial saint dare not move was definitely an extremely terrifying existence "This senior, I don't know what is the matter of intercepting the junior" Bing Ming stood quietly in place, looking at the old man standing not far away, and said with a little respect.
When he reaches a realm like him, he naturally knows that the characters who can make him dare not move are definitely those old monsters who have been famous for a long time, such people, what do they call their predecessors "Old man, I am also entrusted by others, and I would not have troubled you, but another kid was surrounded and killed by so many people, old man, if I go to join in the fun, it will be too cheap, so I will come to take you and me back to the medicine city, as long as you go back with me obediently, the old man promises, I will never embarrass you along the way" A deep voice came from the old man's mouth.
"Oh, the seniors shouldn't be from the Gongsun family, why should you embarrass the juniors" As soon as he heard that the other party was going to take him back to the Medicine City, Bing Ming raised his eyebrows and said very suspiciously.
"No way, back then, the old man was injured by the Babu Dragon King in the Tiangang Mountains, his life was hanging by a thread, and he was rescued by the boy of the Gongsun family, today he found the old man and me, the old man was favored by others, how can there be no reciprocation, you should go back with me" The old man still said lightly, his voice was still so low, as if it jumped out of his throat directly.
As soon as he heard the Eight Dragon Kings, Bing Ming's heart tightened, that was the legendary eighth-level desolate beast, not to mention any great grandmaster, even if the Martial Saint encountered, there was no possibility of survival, unless it was those big people who also existed in the legend, it was possible to survive from the claws of the Eight Dragon Kings, this person was able to escape from the claws of the Eight Dragon Kings, which was enough to show that his strength had broken through the Martial Saint realm and entered the legendary Martial God realm.
It was a realm that was difficult to understand until now, let alone faced, it could be said that with the advancement of martial arts cultivation, the further back you go, the greater the gap between each layer of realm.
A grandmaster, as long as his martial arts skills are outstanding, he may be able to challenge the great grandmaster by leapfrogging, a great grandmaster, unless it is a monster like Ye Jingyu, it is impossible to defeat the martial saint, as for the martial saint, if you want to defeat the martial god, it is simply a fool's dream, the gap between the martial saint and the martial god is simply like the gap between mortals and martial saints, how many come, how many kill Therefore, when he knew that the person in front of him was most likely a martial god, Bing Ming knew that there was no possibility for him to escape.
But he is Ye Jingyu's shadow, he is the heir of the smiling sky, he can't insult his own master, even if he knows that he is not the opponent of the other party, he still slowly pulls out his iron sword.
Knowing that he was invincible, he would also fight, and he would not be able to be brought back to Medicine City by him if he swore to die, at least, it was much happier to die in the hands of such a master than to die in the hands of the Gongsun family.
"Junior Bing Ming, please give me a lot of advice here" Pulling out the iron sword, Bing Ming saluted the man with a fist, still saying respectfully.
Seeing that Bing Ming actually pulled out his iron sword, the old man's face did not change at all, but there was a faint light flickering in his cloudy eyes.
"Since you insist on doing so, then the old man, I'll point you a little bit" The old man said lightly, but his body took a step forward, almost at the same time, he appeared in front of Bing Ming's body, and it was very simple to slap out a palm, and he slapped it towards Bing Ming's heart Although he had known that the Martial God was an unimaginably powerful realm, but seeing the old man appear in front of him in the blink of an eye, Bing Ming was still shocked in his heart, and he didn't have time to think about it, the iron sword in his hand was directly blocked in his heart, and the old man's palm slapped on the iron sword of Bing Ming.
There was a crisp sound of "pop", and there was nothing wrong with the iron sword, but Bing Ming felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his body flew out directly, and the blood in his mouth spurted out wildly, as if the palm was slapped on his heart With a "boom", Bing Ming's body fell heavily to the ground, shaking up bursts of dust, but the old man did not continue to shoot, but stood in place, looking at Bing Ming who fell to the ground.
"How about the old man, how about my trick of fighting cattle across the mountains," the old man said lightly.
Bing Ming didn't speak immediately, he struggled to stand up, still raised the iron sword in his hand, the true yuan force in his body was running for a while, and the true pill in the dantian burst out with a water-blue light, and the long sword in his hand made a buzzing sound.
"The seniors have a good move, the juniors admire, now, please ask the seniors to see the juniors' sword moves" Bing Ming said in his mouth, but his body disappeared from the spot, and when he appeared again, he had already come to mid-air, but the iron sword in his hand was shaking again and again, and a cold sword qi shot out from the iron sword, turning into a water-blue long sword, stabbing at the old man standing in place.
A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, but his body didn't move, in the face of the roaring sword qi, he just slowly raised his right hand, and seemed to wave his sleeves slowly, and a strong wind formed, directly hitting those sharp sword qi without a trace.
But at this moment, a figure came to him, and a pitch-black long sword suddenly appeared in his chest, stabbing directly into his heart.
In the face of this straight stabbing iron sword, the old man seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and his right hand did not know when it had appeared in his chest, directly clamping the pitch-black iron sword.
Bing Ming was shocked in his heart, although he knew that his ethereal sword might not be able to kill the other party, but at least it could bring him some trouble, but where did he think that he would be caught by the other party so easily.
But even so, there was still not the slightest fear in the eyes of the Ice Styling, and as soon as the True Yuan Force in his body moved, a water-blue light suddenly burst out from the pitch-black sword body, which was a cold and icy aura, and even the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a lot, ordinary people, even if it was a martial saint, had to let go under such a cold air, but the old man clamped the two fingers of the Ice Styx sword body, but he didn't move, and there was a light snort from his mouth: "Ethereal Frost Sword" As soon as he heard this, Bing Ming's face changed drastically: