With the loud shouts, there was also a stunning sword light.

An old Taoist wearing a Taoist robe came with the sword light.

"Master?" Tao Meng's face turned pale.

She looked at Lin Haoran worriedly, wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, just sighed silently.

In the midst of lightning, the sword light had already arrived in front of Lin Haoran, and was about to pierce him.

But Lin Haoran was not panicked at all, and he still had time to comment: "The swordsmanship is good."

Then, his fingers stretched out, and just as the flying sword was about to reach his body, his two fingers directly clamped the old Taoist's flying sword.

Originally, the thunder flying sword was actually motionless under his two slender and fair fingers.

The old Taoist's face changed.

Although he had not tried his best to use his previous move, he just wanted to test Lin Haoran's strength, as a half-step realm, it was definitely not easy to deal with.

Not to mention, like Lin Haoran, he just clamped the flying sword with two fingers.

The old Taoist wants to draw the flying sword back and change his tricks.

But he found that his sword could not be pulled back!

His flying sword seemed to be growing on Lin Haoran's hands. No matter how much strength he used, it was completely motionless.

The old Taoist face turned blue and white, and he held the flying sword in his hand and found that he was in a dilemma.

Now no matter whether he wants to continue attacking or withdrawing, he can no longer do it.

The flying sword was tightly clamped by Lin Haoran, so he couldn't throw away his sword directly.

I suffered a big loss!

He felt very embarrassed and wanted to test the other person's strength first, but he was exterminated.

The old Taoist holding the sword changed his face, and he was reluctant to throw away the flying sword, nor could he draw out the sword.

He could only maintain the stabbing look, and at the same time he used his hands to secretly try hard, hoping that Lin Haoran would relax and let him pull the flying sword back.

The scene ended in a stalemate.

Tao Meng and the young men and women following the old Taoist who were watching beside him did not know the old Taoist's current situation.

They saw that Lin Haoran's thunder attack was actually pinched by Lin Haoran with his fingers. Although they were also surprised, they knew that the master was just a test and had not used all his strength, so they were not worried.

They were still waiting for the master to show his might and cut off the arrogant boy's fingers directly.

But after waiting for most of the day, they found that their master had stopped moving.

"Master, what's wrong? Why haven't you killed this kid?" A man in blue couldn't help but speak.

The old Taoist, who was already embarrassed, was even more anxious and could not get out of Taiwan at all.

He was silent for a moment, and a little embarrassedly growled, "Kill you, but I'm not here to help, come and go together!"

Hearing him angry and angry, his disciples, including Tao Meng, were stunned.

The master wants them to help?

In other words, the master suffered a loss under this kid's hands?

Their faces changed.

After changing their mindset, they looked at the place where Lin Haoran was holding the flying sword, and they didn't understand what situation their master was in.

Tao Meng looked anxious and looked at the white-faced man, embarrassedly unable to come down from Taiwan, and felt inexplicably wanting to laugh.

Fortunately, I held it in my arms and didn't laugh out loud.

While she wanted to laugh, she was also secretly shocked that Lin Haoran actually had this kind of strength.

She thought that Lin Haoran would be dealt with directly with the help of her master, but she didn't expect that in this battle, their master suffered a big loss.

They all need help from their fellow brothers.

"Thief, let go of my master!"

"So brave, take my life!"

The old Taoist disciples held up flying swords and rushed towards Lin Haoran from all directions.

"Huh." Seeing them rushing over, Lin Haoran had a little more interesting expression on his face.

"There is actually a sword formation?"

Although the sound of the old Taoist disciples rushing over seemed to be inconsistent, they could actually find that their movements were bright and dark in a mysterious sword formation, and every move echoed each other.

"It's a pity that the eyes of the array have been broken by me. No matter how mysterious the sword array is, it doesn't have much power."

The array eye he mentioned is of course the old Taoist who was restrained by his fingers. This sword formation is completely centered on him. After he cannot move, its power will be reduced by at least half.

But when he moved slightly to the side, Lin Haoran directly broke the sword formation of the old Taoist disciples.

The old Taoist disciples who were originally full of qi and blood and felt that every move echoed each other, after he moved, not only did the echo of each other disappear, but also felt a little chest tightness and a feeling of vomiting blood.

"You actually know the tricks of the Xuanyang Sword Formation? Have you learned the Xuanyang Sword Formation!?"

Even when Lin Haoran failed to control his two fingers, the old Taoist was not so surprised.

He looked at Lin Haoran in amazement.

As a half-step realm, his vision was certainly good. He could tell at a glance that the two moves Lin Haoran had just stepped on the trick of their sword formation.

This is a high-level sword formation that only core disciples of their Lingjian Sect can practice!

Even if his eye of the formation is suppressed, it is definitely not that easy to break.

You should know the tricks of the Xuanyang Sword Formation, but they are not as fixed as those low-level sword formations.

The tricks of Xuanyang Sword Formation will change with the user's changes.

If he hadn't learned it, how could he break their sword formation so easily?

"Have you learned this kind of sword formation?" Lin Haoran's mouth bent slightly, with some disdain.

"I'm not interested in learning this kind of low-level sword formation."

"Low? How dare you say that the Xuanyang Sword Formation of our Lingjian Sect is low-level?" The old Taoist looked angry.

"Boy, don't think that you can break our sword formation skills to be awesome. Xuanyang Sword Formation is a high-level sword formation that only core disciples of our Lingjian Sect can practice. You actually say low-level? You let us see what you call the 'high-level sword formation'!"

The old Taoist just wanted to use words to squeeze Lin Haoran, so that he would not speak nonsense if he couldn't do it.

But unexpectedly, he just finished speaking.

Lin Haoran nodded, "Okay, it's impolite to come but not to go. Today I will open your eyes."

The old Taoist was stunned and then sneered, "I'm really not afraid of bragging the world. I won't mention whether you know any so-called advanced sword formations. Even if you know, how can you use them alone?"

Sword Formation, as the name suggests, is a formation composed of swordsmanship.

How can a person become a formation?

But immediately, he knew his ignorance.

"Come on the sword."

With a casual move, a black flying sword flew out of Lin Haoran's sleeve.

"Zhu Xian Sword Formation." After his lips moved slightly, the black flying sword hanging in the air suddenly changed into four handles.
Chapter completed!