The smoke and dust on this side had not yet dissipated when Han Li felt a blur before his eyes. The white-haired elder's figure flashed and arrived instantly, his speed so fast that it was dazzling.

"Bang!"

His heart tightened, and he subconsciously raised his arms, which were just about to cross in front of him when he was sent flying backward by a powerful punch.

Fortunately, he had already secretly activated the True Essence Membrane and covered his arms with golden scales, so he was not as embarrassed as Lin Seventeen. However, his whole body still flew backward like riding the clouds for hundreds of feet before barely stabilizing his figure.

Although the white-haired elder sent Han Li flying with one punch, his figure also took a slight step back. A hint of surprise seemed to flash in his eyes, which had not completely lost their reason.

But as Lin Nine arrived with his sword, he immediately roared and threw a punch to meet him.

At this time, the skin on his body had gradually changed from dark red to bright red, and the color of the steam emanating from his body had also gradually faded, turning into a light pink.

Correspondingly, his speed seemed to be getting faster and faster, and the force of his punches was also getting stronger and stronger. Almost every punch that landed would bring a booming sound formed by friction with the air.

Lin Nine wielded the golden sword continuously, while the white-haired elder fought barehanded, each punch heavily smashing onto the golden sword's blade, emitting bursts of deafening "bang bang" sounds.

The two figures constantly changed positions, and at the intersection of fists and swords, waves of invisible Law fluctuations erupted, sweeping away everything in their path, easily twisting it into nothingness, and even carving huge pits in the ground.

Although Lin Nine's swordsmanship was exquisite and unparalleled, when facing the old man, whose speed was astonishing and whose seemingly clumsy fists actually possessed the power to break through a thousand pounds, he faintly felt a sense of powerlessness.

"All must die!"

The white-haired elder roared, and his fists blurred slightly, with more than a dozen identical fist shadows floating erratically, covering Lin Nine's location from above, creating an extremely terrifying momentum.

Lin Nine did not have time to think, and without stopping his movements, he gripped the sword with both hands and swung it fiercely. A ball of incomparably dazzling sword light suddenly erupted from the tip of the sword, becoming brighter and brighter, and in an instant, it transformed into a golden light ball the size of several zhang, flying out in a spinning motion and then bursting open.

In an instant, countless crisscrossing golden sword energies swept out, colliding with the howling fist shadows, emitting a series of sharp metallic friction sounds.

However, almost all the sword energies collapsed and disappeared in an instant, but the fist shadows did not completely dissipate, causing a trace of astonishment to flash in Lin Nine's eyes. Then, a golden light flashed on his body, and a large amount of golden light emerged from the surface of his body, blocking in front of him.

At this moment, not far from the two, in a giant pit, the figure of Lin Seventeen, somewhat disheveled, suddenly flew out.

He shook his wrist, and an earthy yellow rope flew out from his sleeve, twisting in the air like a spirit snake, transforming into seven or eight rope loops, and then set down towards the white-haired elder not far away.

"Bang bang" several loud sounds!

Lin Nine, his body covered in chaotic golden light, was sent flying backward by the strikes. The white-haired elder wanted to chase after him to deliver another punch, but was caught in one of the rope loops. Immediately, an odd light flashed, and the rope instantly contracted, completely confining him.

Lin Seventeen, holding the rope in one hand, tugged fiercely without saying a word, and the elder's figure was pulled up from the ground and slammed towards him.

Han Li also emerged from who-knows-where, his silver longsword flickered in his hand, and with the tip of the sword pointed, he stabbed fiercely towards the elder's head.

The white-haired elder's eyes flashed with golden light, and he let out bursts of vague, low groans.

In the next moment, his whole body shone with blood-red light, and the flesh on his arms broke open, with two white bones still wrapped in a layer of pink fascia protruding from them, cutting the earthy yellow rope as easily as knives, allowing him to break free.

As a result, before his figure could stabilize, he raised an arm again, sweeping the bone knife towards Han Li, who was close at hand.

The tip of the silver longsword stabbed directly onto the white bone, emitting a series of teeth-aching friction sounds.

Han Li only felt a huge force coming like a tidal wave. With a thought in his mind, he immediately borrowed the force to fly backward, unwilling to fight head-on.

Seeing that Han Li was easily sent flying by him, the white-haired elder, even though he had lost his mind, was slightly stunned. But then, as if he had thought of something, he turned around abruptly, waving the bone knives that had grown out of his arms, and pounced straight towards Lin Seventeen, who was still clutching the rope.

Almost in a flash, he appeared directly in front of the latter, and after stabbing out with the bone knife, he directly broke through several layers of protective shields on his body, and then stabbed straight through his chest, with gurgling blood pouring out from the bloody hole.

Lin Seventeen's body arched backward like a shrimp, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from under his mask. But then, a ball of white light exploded from his waist, enveloping his entire body and plunging downwards, slamming into the ground with a bang.

The white light converged, revealing Lin Seventeen's figure, motionless, his life or death unknown.

The white-haired elder, however, let out a series of "giggle" laughter, without looking at Lin Seventeen again. He turned his head and looked at Han Li, who had already retreated hundreds of feet away, with a sinister expression.

Han Li's face was ashen as he looked at the scene before him.

The elder should also be a Profound Immortal with considerable physical strength. After swallowing that Burning Infant Blood Pill, his strength had reached such a terrifying level. Even if he had chosen to fight head-on just now, he would probably have been injured to a considerable extent.

At this time, the elder's eyes had completely turned pure gold, and no trace of human reason could be seen.

A Profound Immortal who had lost his mind and whose strength was close to the Golden Immortal realm, no wonder Lin Seventeen couldn't resist at all.

Suddenly, the elder's figure blurred and disappeared from the spot.

Han Li retreated without the slightest hesitation. At the same time, the golden scales on his arms flipped up, and he raised a fist, directly smashing it towards the void in front of him.

A loud "boom" was heard!

His fist collided heavily with the white-haired elder's fist, which had suddenly appeared.

An invisible air wave erupted from the ends of the two fists, sweeping out like a raging wave, directly causing the surrounding void to shake violently, sand and dust to fill the sky, and rocks to roll away.

Han Li only felt a vast force coming, and his whole body was knocked back hundreds of feet, directly smashing a black cliff behind him into pieces before barely stabilizing.

The white-haired elder on the other side also retreated, but only flew out two or three hundred feet before stabilizing his figure again.

"Fellow Daoist Jiao Fifteen, I didn't expect you to also be a Profound Immortal. But don't engage him in a head-on attack. Wait for me to set up the trapping formation, and you lead him in. Now that he has lost his mind, once the essence blood and Nascent Soul in his body are completely burned out, he will die without us having to do anything." Lin Nine stood in the high sky and shouted to Han Li.

"I can't guarantee that I can entangle him for too long. Fellow Daoist, set up the formation as soon as possible." Han Li smoothed the tumbling Qi and blood in his body and said to Lin Nine.

With that, he tapped his toes and flew into the high sky, throwing the longsword in his hand.

The silver longsword flew into the air, shining brightly, splitting into a circle of dense sword shadows, blooming in the sky like a thousand-petaled lotus flower.

Han Li's chanting sounded, and he pointed downwards with one hand.

In the sky, the sound of piercing the air suddenly rose sharply.

A series of extremely dense silver sword shadows immediately shot down like a rain of pear blossoms, covering the white-haired elder who had just crawled out of the rock wall.

"Boom boom boom"

Explosions continued to sound in the valley, rocks collapsed, and smoke and dust rose, quickly burying the elder's figure.

A roar, almost like a beast's, was heard.

In the smoke and dust, the white-haired elder's figure suddenly leaped out, with cracks of red color appearing on the surface of his skin. The hair that was originally tied up high had fallen apart, and his snow-white silver hair danced wildly in the wind, looking like a fierce demon.

He only used his arms to protect his face, allowing Han Li's silver sword shadows to continue to stab at his body, and crashed straight into the silver sword lotus.

The silver sword lotus shone brightly and exploded with a bang. The scattered silver sword shadows frantically shot in all directions.

The silver longsword in the center also snapped into two pieces with a "pa" sound.

Seeing this, Han Li frowned slightly. The golden scales on his arms rose up, making them thicker, and he waved his fists to meet him.

On the other side of the valley, Lin Nine was holding a golden long staff as thick as an adult man's arm. He walked a few steps to the edge of a rock, and with a wave of his hand, he slammed the long staff into the ground.

The golden long staff, engraved with dense runes all over its body and three zhang long, went straight into the ground, burying two-thirds of it, leaving only a staff body about one zhang long exposed on the surface.

Lin Nine raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings. He saw that a circular magic formation formed by golden long staffs had basically taken shape, with only two gaps remaining on the east and west ends.

"Fellow Daoist Jiao Fifteen, quickly lead him over here!" He looked towards Han Li and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Han Li twisted his body, and a flash of escape light appeared on his body, shooting towards here.

The white-haired elder, who had already lost all reason, stomped his feet fiercely on the ground after missing his target. His speed was even slightly faster than Han Li's, and he pounced straight at him.

Han Li barely flew to the edge of the magic formation, and the white-haired elder had already caught up. The bone knife on the outside of his arm protruded, heading straight for his heart.

Just then, a sharp whistle sounded.

A golden flying sword shot straight up from under Han Li, hitting the elder's bone knife directly and bringing up a string of golden sparks.

The elder staggered and stopped in the sky above the magic formation.

"Fellow Daoist, catch the staff."

At the same time, Lin Nine shouted and raised his wrist, throwing a golden long staff towards Han Li, sticking close to the ground.

Han Li fell rapidly, bent down to pick up the golden long staff, and flipped over to slam it heavily into the gap in the formation.

On the other side, Lin Nine inserted the other long staff into the ground almost at the same time.

A "buzz" sound was heard.

An invisible wave suddenly rose from the magic formation. The runes on each golden long staff bloomed with dazzling golden light, and a golden chain stretched out from them, shooting upwards with a "clatter" and binding the white-haired elder tightly.

The white-haired elder's figure was bound, his silver hair flew, and white vapor steamed all over his body. He struggled violently in the air.

More than a dozen golden long staffs called "Dragon Locking Staves" were dragged madly by this huge force, swaying on the ground like small trees in a storm. They seemed to be in imminent danger, but like roly-poly toys, they always swayed without falling.