This bearded old man is nothing but Yan Chixia, a sword saint in Jiangnan.

A small altar was built fifty meters away from Yan Chixia, and a wooden box was placed on the top of the altar.

A very powerful energy permeates the wooden box, especially at this moment, it is dark night, with wisps of white mist running back and forth, hovering around the wooden box, which is particularly eye-catching.

"Ahem, old monster, as long as I, Yan Chixia, have a breath, I will not allow you to kill all fellow Taoists." Yan Chixia was coughing up blood, and it seemed that she was seriously injured and was in a bad situation.

A squirming sound suddenly sounded on the altar.

Yan Chixia's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Don't try to steal the Yuan Dan!" With a loud roar, Yan Chixia stood up with difficulty and attacked the altar with a flying sword in her hand.

The moment Yan Chixia left, layered afterimages appeared behind him. After a few breaths, he came to the bottom of the altar, and dozens of afterimages behind him also appeared.

"Old monster, come out and fight to the death!" Yan Chixia stopped under the altar, placed the flying sword horizontally in front of her chest, posed in a defensive posture, swept the surroundings with her after-light light, and said in a deep voice.

A sound suddenly sounded near the altar, not much like a sound from a person's mouth, as if a monster was breathing and pinching his throat, saying, "Yan Chixia, your death is here, be awakened!"

Immediately afterwards, countless vines crawled out and sang wildly at the altar.

When the altar was completely invisible, a hideous head hung above the altar.

The head was motionless, hanging quietly on the altar.

Yan Chixia looked up and watched, shocking because this was not the head of a tree spirit, but the head of a certain yamen runner I had seen before.

"Click!" "Click!" "Click!"

The creepy sound suddenly broke the silence in the night.

At this time, Yan Chixia was extremely nervous because the opponent he was facing was a monster who had lived for thousands of years.

The old monster has extraordinary magic power, eats raw meat and drinks blood, and I don’t know how many cultivators I kill in my life.

Yan Chixia's face looked very bad because he knew that human power was limited, and in terms of talent, she was far behind monsters.

Not to mention that the monster he faces is still a tree spirit who has lived for thousands of years.

"There is no choice but to fight hard. I hope that with my own blood, I can awaken the conscience of my fellow Taoists, and don't kill each other in the future." Yan Chixia said intimately, biting her fingers, and watching the blood flow out, his face was painless.

"Yan Chixia, I have been waiting for this decisive battle for a long time. Why don't you come here quickly and settle our old accounts?" The sound that didn't seem to be coming from a person's mouth sounded around the altar again.

When Yan Chixia heard this, she frowned. The damn tree spirit was very good at hiding whereabouts. She could not lock its position with the magic weapon of the Divine Parliament.

"boom!"

Suddenly, behind Yan Chixia, a vine rose from the ground and knocked him away.

Yan Chixia was in pain and had no time to prepare for her killer moves. She hurriedly flew with her sword and avoided the second attack of the tree spirit.

Looking at Yan Chixia with the help of the moonlight, a blood mark was exposed on his back from top to bottom, which was very shocking.

The clothes around him burst and stretched to the waist.

From a distance, the blood marks covering the entire upper body were flowing out of the yin breath. Yan Chixia stood on the flying sword, gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain, and galloped all the way around the altar.

"Yan Chixia, you can't escape, just surrender!" The tree spirit suddenly appeared behind Yan Chixia, with sharp eyes and said.

"Damn it, I was caught up by the old monster." Yan Chixia frowned, and the flying sword suddenly changed direction, began to turn back, and stabbed the tree spirit in front of her fiercely.

Moreover, on the way, Yan Chixia was also capturing spells, "Heaven and Earth are in the most extreme, Qiankun borrowing techniques, sword control techniques..."

"Sonk!" "Sonk!"

The result is incredible.

The flying sword under Yan Chixia's feet suddenly split into two, and he himself had another clone. The two left and right made the tree spirit confused and it was difficult to tell the authenticity.

The tree spirit scolded: "It's just a trick of eagle, how can you hide it from my mother's eyes?"

In fact, the tree spirit did not see through who is the clone and who is Yan Chixia. In its heart, no matter who is true or who is false, as long as they are killed, Yan Chixia will be dissipated from then on and die and cannot die again.

After the tree spirit scolded him, a large number of vines suddenly appeared behind him, as if they had become their tentacles, and they would hit them wherever they were next.

"Senior Sword Saint, you should go quickly. Don't let your life be ruined because of the dying people." In a messy area, a middle-aged man supported his body to slowly climb up from the ground with the help of the toughness of a machete, looked up at the altar, shouting with all his strength.

I saw the man's blood flowing into a river, his corpse was like a mountain, and his painting style was very bloody and violent.

"Sir, now the monsters have become a climate, so let's leave here as soon as possible."

"No, don't forget the mission we shoulder. If we can't find the Yuandan that the court lost outside, do you think the court will let us go?"

After saying that, the middle-aged man looked cold and glared at the young man next to him.

"boom!"

After the battle between Yan Chixia and the tree spirit began, it mainly revolved around the altar.

There are talismans with deep yin energy flashing around the altar from time to time. These are all tree spirits placed on the altar in advance, in order to cause a fatal blow to Yan Chixia at critical moments.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy to kill me." Yan Chixia's face was gloomy. As soon as she finished speaking, a cloud of smoke filled the surroundings. Then he hid his breath and disappeared silently inside.

"Where can you go!" The tree spirit was full of anger and used the vines that grew rapidly on their bodies to slap around them, trying to force Yan Chixia to appear.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, a sword light flashed away, immediately shattering the thickest vine.

...

"The war is about to break out, and the scene is becoming more and more uncontrollable." At this time, Jiang Han and others came to the vicinity of the altar, but the tree spirit was blocked by Yan Chixia and could not be distracted to deal with them.

Jiang Han looked around and was suddenly shocked. The two figures in the distance made him very familiar with them, as if they were the figures of Shen Longtao and Feng Zhiyuan.

However, at this time, Jiang Han did not rush to say hello to them. As the saying goes, knowing people but not the heart, only the genius knew what the motives of these yamen runners who worked for the court entered the mountain. It was okay to simply look for Yuandan. If there were other things, they needed to analyze them again.

Jiang Han took a deep breath and said to himself: "Wait a little longer. If Shen Longtao is an accomplice of the monster, wouldn't I go to find him at this time? "
Chapter completed!