Fantasy: The Charming Master Is Sleeping, And The Stick Will Become Stronger

Chapter 180: Not An Opponent!

The green-robed man twisted hard, breaking Yu Changye's ankle.

"Ahhhhh!" Yu Changye screamed again, and then his body convulsed and passed out.

"Hmph, you're quite stubborn!" The green-robed man looked at Yu Changye who had passed out, and snorted coldly with disdain.

He was just about to lift his foot to kick Yu Changye to death, when suddenly his expression froze slightly, and he turned to look deep into the cave.

"Who?" The green-robed man asked in a deep voice.

"Hey, I didn't expect to be discovered." A sinister voice came from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a person slowly walked out from the dark place.

This person is dressed in Common, with silver hair all over his head, stooped figure and wrinkled face.

Looking at his appearance, he should be an old man, but his eyes are full of brilliance, and he doesn't look old at all.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the ancient sword on his back, which is more than three meters long and exudes a cold light, which makes people shudder.

"It turned out to be an old guy, no wonder he was able to conceal his aura and sneak up on me." The green-robed man glanced at the old man lightly, and said unceremoniously.

"Hehe, you are the one who killed that brat Zhao Wuhen, right?" The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Oh? You know Zhao Wuhen?" the green-robed man asked with great interest.

"More than acquaintances? I also conspired with him to kill you!" the old man said solemnly.

"Haha, you, a mere ant in the early stage of foundation establishment, dare to kill me without shame, how ridiculous!" the man in the green robe sneered.

"Hmph, although this old man is in the early stage of foundation establishment, it is enough to deal with you." The old man said lightly, "What's more, you have been severely injured now, and it is an excellent time to kill you!"

"You are confident." The man in the green robe was noncommittal.

He was indeed seriously injured, and his fighting strength was almost non-existent. Moreover, he possessed magic skills, so he had to recover from his injuries as soon as possible to avoid being retaliated by others.

"Then try it." The green-robed man said indifferently.

The old man snorted coldly, then pulled out the long sword behind him.

This sword is more than three feet long, one foot wide, and half an inch thick. The blade is black and the blade is bright.

This sword is called 'Black Dragon', and it is a spiritual weapon. It was refined by a Nascent Soul Stage expert, and it is extremely powerful.

"Whoosh!" The old man swung the black dragon sword and stabbed at the man in green robe, the air was cut.

With a piercing sound of piercing wind, the Black Dragon Sword reached the green-robed man in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!" The green-robed man struck out a palm.

"Boom!" The Black Dragon Sword was knocked back hundreds of meters.

The old man retreated three steps in a row before standing still, while the green-robed man only took one step back.

The old man's heart trembled, he knew that the combat power of the man in the green robe had not been completely lost.

However, the old man was still unafraid, and continued to attack the green-robed man with the black dragon sword.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang..." The Black Dragon Sword made a crisp and pleasant sound.

The green-robed man easily blocked every attack of the old man, without revealing any flaws.

"Old man, your strength is not bad." The green-robed man praised.

"To each other." The old 930 said in a deep voice.

"Since you are so powerful, why didn't you kill that little bastard yourself, and why did you come to trouble me?" the man in the green robe asked in a puzzled manner.

"The old man is just following orders. As for you..." The old man paused at this point, staring coldly at the man in the green robe and said, "The old man will crush you to ashes, and you will never be reborn forever."

"Tsk tsk, you're such a bad old man." The green-robed man shook his head, "I think you're so old, you should give up, you're not my opponent at all."

"Is that so?" The old man suddenly smiled strangely, leapt forward, and then punched the green-robed man's chest.

"Overestimating one's abilities!" The green-robed man sneered, stretched out a finger, and tapped on the old man's fist. .