The Qingbian old Daoist was standing on a large green lotus leaf, looking down at Shen Luo with a sneer.
"Hmph, such trivial tricks."
After saying that, he swung his sleeve fiercely, two green whirlwinds instantly surged out from his robe, colliding with the two vortex water blades.
With two booming "Bang, Bang", green light exploded in mid-air, the two water blades also burst open at the same time.
Upon seeing this, Shen Luo's brows furrowed, realizing the gap between himself and the old Daoist, a thought of retreat had risen in his mind.
The eyes of the Qingbian old Daoist narrowed slightly, he abruptly waved his hand, a golden shine shot out from his surging sleeve, it turned into a golden rope in mid-air, binding Shen Luo.
The residual moonlight flashed under Shen Luo's feet, his figure had already retreated rapidly, while at the same time, a snake-shaped long sword shot out amidst the gale from his sleeve, heading straight for the old Daoist.
