The old Taoist's face changed.

Experts can tell if there is any one at once.

Just looking at the power of turning a flying sword into four, he knew that Lin Haoran was definitely using a high-level sword formation that he could not imagine.

Not to mention, he also heard four people from Lin Haoran's mouth.

When I heard these four words alone, the old Taoist heart and soul were trembling.

Zhuxian Sword Formation?

Is it really the legendary Zhu Xian Sword Formation?

Is it the Zhuxian Sword Formation that only exists in ancient legends and can even kill immortals?

I don’t know whether I can kill the immortals, but there is no problem in killing them, such as the little fish.

The four flying swords had just taken shape, and everyone who stretched out could feel a strong sense of palpitations.

It feels like a sword of Damocles hanging above his head, and his life will be taken away by this sword at any time.

When the sword becomes heavier, it is no longer just a palpitation.

"Puff!" The old Taoist apprentice who spoke before, the man in blue squirted out a mouthful of red blood.

Then he fell to the ground and fainted.

The power of this sword formation is so terrifying that it can suppress people with their momentum and become unconscious!

The other disciples of the old Taoist are not in good condition.

After enduring, I didn’t make a fool of myself like a man in blue.

But the situation is also very bad, and I am in a situation where I may be severely damaged at any time.

Even the old Taoist himself felt very uncomfortable.

His movement of holding the hilt of the sword could no longer be maintained.

The flying sword was released directly, and he mobilized his full body and mind to resist the pressure of the sword formation.

In fact, let alone him, even Lin Haoran, the releaser of the sword formation, felt a little uncomfortable.

It seems that it is a bit too difficult to use the Zhuxian Sword Formation with low strength. Even if you can only show your appearance, you are not able to bear it now.

Lin Haoran suppressed the tumbling feeling in his chest and thought to himself.

"Do you still want to fight?" He looked around everyone present.

"...I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore, please ask fellow Taoists to take over the magical powers..." The old Taoist's face was bitter, and he was still fartful. Before he could take action, he just used the momentum of the sword formation to suppress them and vomited blood.

If you really start to do this, you shouldn’t kill them in seconds?

"Just know the appearance." Lin Haoran's face was calm.

He looked around the field again, and then he closed the formation directly.

He did not intend to make enemies with the Spirit Sword Sect. Although he was not afraid of the Spirit Sword Sect, there was no need.

After all, they are just foreign players of the Ren family, and they have no grudges and no grudges with him. They can directly defeat them and let them know that the Ren family's affairs are not something they can handle, and there is no need to kill and then form a deadly grudge.

After the sword formation was collected, everyone in the Lingjian Sect, including the old Taoist himself, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist is such a good method. The Ren family is... our Lingjian Sect will not interfere."

The old Taoist sighed. He originally thought that he had taken action, and with a few disciples from Tongshu Sword Formation, this time the matter should be easy to get.

But I never thought that I was beaten up by someone.

He can't even care about the Ren family's affairs now.

Moreover, after seeing Lin Haoran's strength with his own eyes, he felt that it was not worth it to make enemies with such a strong man for the sake of a secular force.

"We can ignore the affairs of the Ren family, but if possible, please ask fellow Taoists to act more gently. After all, this place is Shangjing, and there are too many people killed, so everyone is not good-looking in terms of face."

The old Taoist spoke sincerely.

"Yes." Lin Haoran nodded indifferently. As long as those who targeted his father received corresponding retribution, he didn't have to kill the Ren family.

Lin Haoran's eyes turned to Tao Meng beside him.

He said with a smile on his lips, "This fairy, please help me summon the Ren family members, so that I can save me from coming to the door one by one."

"Ah, oh?"

Tao Meng next to him had already been stunned.

Lin Haoran called out several times before she realized.

But after agreeing, she was still confused.

what happened?

The master, who thought that there would be no problem after taking action, actually lost?

Instead, this hooligan won?

And win easily?

How strong is his strength?

And he is so young!

Tao Meng went to call the Ren family in a daze, and was still immersed in the reality that her master was easily defeated by Lin Haoran.

In fact, let alone her, the other disciples of the old Taoist will not be much better.

If they hadn't experienced it myself, how could they believe that the man in front of them, who seemed younger than them, could defeat their master and break their sword formation so easily.

Just as the old Taoist had a little more knowledge, and in fact, he had already vaguely anticipated this scene, so he could barely remain calm.

Not as distraught as his disciples.

If you guessed correctly, the fluctuation of divine thought I felt before should be his.

The old Taoist sighed in his heart.

When he felt the fluctuations of his divine thoughts before, his heart was definitely not as calm as he had shown in front of Tao Meng.

He is a master of the semi-step realm, so how could he feel wrong?

At that time, he realized that the fluctuation of divine thought was definitely true, but he could not find it if it was hidden.

According to that divine thought fluctuation, he should have the strength to at least the late stage of the realm of transformation, or even to refine the gods.

The old Taoist thought about Lin Haoran's strength in his heart. Lin Haoran didn't take many moves, and he could only take action when he clamped his flying sword with his hands and sacrificed the sword formation, so he could not see Lin Haoran's strength from his spiritual power.

I thought Lin Haoran was as strong as his spiritual consciousness.

When he thought that Lin Haoran was at least in the late stage of the realm of transformation, he was even likely to be a powerful god refining power. How could the old Taoist dare to resist, let alone stand up for the Ren family?

If he really wants to offend Lin Haoran, let alone the Ren family, what he should worry about is their Lingjian Sect.

After all, even if it is their Spirit Sword Sect, a god-refining cultivator, can never afford to provoke him.

The old Taoist thoughts here will not be mentioned for the time being.

On the other side, Tao Meng found the head of the Ren family, Ren Hongbo.

"Fairy, do you want me to summon all the members of the Ren family?" Ren Hongbo looked at the beautiful girl in front of him in surprise.

"That's right, as soon as possible." Tao Meng's expressionless face.

"What happened?" Ren Hongbo asked with some caution on his face.

He had received a notice from the old Taoist before, so he found out that Lin Haoran came to the door.

He was still waiting for news of the battle here, but unexpectedly Tao Meng suddenly came to him and asked him to gather all the members of the Ren family.

"Is that boy subdued by the immortal master? You asked us to go for a autopsy?"

Now that Tao Meng is standing here, he can't help but think that Lin Haoran has been defeated.

Please go for an autopsy?

Tao Meng's mouth twitched.
Chapter completed!