On the head of the flying boat on the left, there was a tall and majestic-looking gray-robed middle-aged Taoist priest, while driving a silver sword with a long zhang length to slash at the seventh-level green Jiao who was shaking his head and tail excitedly, and at the same time shouted at the gray-robed old man with white hair in the flying boat opposite: "Senior brother, it seems to be a purple winged flying dragon above level seven, what should I do?"

Hearing this, the fourteen Jindan stage disciples dressed in cyan Taoist robes, their faces were more difficult to look at one by one, the green Jiao was only the smallest existence among all the dragons, it was already so difficult to deal with, if there was another seventh-level purple winged flying dragon, wouldn't it be completely impossible to win? Who didn't know that the Dao Purple Winged Flying Dragon moved quickly, and its whole body was poisonous, as long as it was injured by its sharp minions, it was a Yuan Infant Stage monk, and they all had the possibility of dying, not to mention, there were hundreds of middle-level demon beasts around that had not been killed!

The gray-robed old Taoist has snow-white eyebrows, wrinkled face, and looks like an old dragon clock, but he is an out-and-out monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, whose mana is far deeper than that of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and he noticed the cocktail standing on the back of the Purple Winged Flying Dragon, and he couldn't help but have a suspicion in his heart, wanting to tame an adult flying dragon above the seventh level, not to mention a monk in the late Yuan Infant Period, I am afraid that even the monks in the early stage of the Transformation of God are not easy to do, unless they are good at poison Dao supernatural powers.

Looking at the entire Ning Kingdom, except for that person, there is no one else with such magical powers, can it be said?

Between the eyebrows, he couldn't help beating a few times one after another, his heart was cold, he didn't dare to think about it, he pondered for a moment, and said: "This evil Jiao has already caused a lot of killing, I waited for so much effort, killed and injured seven Jindan stage disciples, before I stopped it here, if I don't kill it." How to give an account to the door. ”

After that, the cloudy eyes suddenly shone brightly. The slightly rickety body also stood straight all of a sudden, as if it was a different person. He said sharply: "All disciples listen to the order, ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

Before the words fell, a powerful coercion rose from the body, and there were words in his mouth, his hands were folded, and he rubbed and raised them in front of his chest, and a red flame as thick as a bowl suddenly flew out of his hands, flashed, and landed on a red flying sword with a length of a zhang in the air. With a "boom", a large ball of blazing red flames suddenly burned rapidly around the sword body.

Hearing the words "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect", and then seeing the old man's actions, whether it was the seven Jindan disciples on the flying boat where the old man was, or the eight monks on the other flying boat, all of them looked at one end, chanted words in their mouths, rubbed their palms together, and sacrificed a pillar of light. Submerged in his own flying sword.

However, these fifteen monks made one more move than the old man, that is, they urged the flying sword that was fighting with the demon beast and flew towards the old man's flying sword with red flames. As the pillar of light shot out, the mana in the bodies of all the monks seemed to be a little weaker, it seems. This secret technique is also quite expensive to operate.

One by one, the long swords slashed out a series of dazzling lights of different colors, and they all converged into the air. Throw yourself into the flaming red flames.

The demon beasts who were forced to retreat by the fierce sword light found that the long sword that slashed at them changed direction. One by one, they cast their eyes into the air in amazement, and the crimson long sword that turned into ten zhang long was humming.

With a clanging sound, more than twenty flying swords merged into the crimson long sword one after another, and the coercion that rushed out of the crimson long sword soared, and in a moment, it was already more than three or four times higher, even when a late Yuan Infant monk attacked, it was only so.

Feeling the powerful pressure falling from the sky, Lu Jiao instinctively felt bad, swung his long tail, turned around and rushed towards the sea below him, smashing a wave more than ten feet high.

The other monsters also sensed the threat, and when they saw the leader fleeing, they immediately became a mess, roaring and fleeing in all directions.

"Slash!"

The gray-robed old man shouted violently, and the ten-zhang long crimson giant sword roared, the tip of the sword pointed downward, and slashed at the place where the green Jiao had escaped.

Where the sharp sword qi passed, the void trembled for a while, and there was a loud "boom", and the giant sword plunged into the blue waves, and the sea water actually separated into a channel more than three feet wide, and the flying sword dragged a red flame straight towards the green jiao, and the speed became faster and faster.

A scorching wave of air came from behind him, Lu Jiao's heart was shocked, he couldn't care about much, the long Jiaowei swung hard, and a huge force wrapped a large ball of sea water and smashed towards the flying sword, the flying sword trembled a few times, the speed slowed down a few points, but it still slashed on the Jiaowei.

With a "click", the tight tail was cut in two, and crimson blood suddenly gushed out.

A terrible roar came out of the mouth of the green jiao, and its four claws soared into the air, jumped high, and rushed from the sea water, bringing up a huge wave more than ten feet high.

The flying sword followed closely and rushed out of the sea, but unfortunately its strength had weakened, and it had just flown out of the water for more than ten zhang, with a wail, a red flame burst in the air, and between the flashes of various colors, it turned into more than 20 flying swords with a length of more than 20 zhang, scattering and dancing.

The two flying swords, one red and one silver, continued to chase after the green jiao.

Green Jiao broke a section of the tail more than two feet long, and almost fainted in pain, and found that the two flying swords behind him were in hot pursuit, but they didn't dare to stop for a while, just ran with their heads bored, "dang, dang" Two loud noises came one after another, and the two flying swords cut out two deep sword wounds on Lu Jiao's body again, and then they flew back upside down.

The mid-Yuan Infant monk and the seventh-level demon beast fight alone, under normal circumstances, it is difficult for the mid-Yuan Infant monk to win, let alone face the Jiaolong clan, but unfortunately, this green Jiao has encountered a group of opponents who are good at joining forces to kill the enemy, and can only consider himself unlucky.

The gray-robed old Taoist and the middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at each other, and each showed a trace of pity in their eyes.

The distance of the Purple Winged Flying Dragon was getting closer and closer, and the gray-robed old Dao's expression changed, and he said sharply: "It's not good, this Flying Dragon is only afraid that it is not a seventh-level demon beast, retreat quickly!"

Before the words fell, he stretched out his hand and struck a spell at a forbidden center in the middle of the flying boat, and with a hum, a cloud of white light rose from under the flying boat, and the flying boat turned around and headed towards the west.

Seeing the old man's actions, the middle-aged Taoist priest did not dare to hesitate, and also shot out a magic decision at the flying boat, the seventh-level flying dragon was already difficult to deal with, if an eighth-level flying dragon came over, wouldn't his life be in danger?

The disciples of the Jindan period did not dare to hesitate, and they all struck out one after another at the flying boat under them, trying to make the speed of the flying boat faster.

The immortal seventh-level green Jiao saw the opponent fleeing, but it was happy, ignoring the pain of the broken tail, and let out a dragon groan from his mouth again, beckoning his subordinates to move closer to him.

The figure of the Purple Winged Wyvern was getting closer and closer, and even the three figures standing on the back could be seen clearly, but the expression of the green Jiao became surprised, and a pair of green and faint Jiao's eyes showed an incredible color.

Under the powerful pressure, all the demon beasts became trembling.

Shui Sheng volleyed up from the back of the Purple Winged Wyvern and said coldly, "No one will be left!"

The Purple Winged Wyvern seemed to have been waiting for this sentence for a long time, roared angrily, and pounced on the green Jiao in a daze.

The cockroach looked at the aquatic life, and then looked at the butterfly clothes, grinned, a pair of good-looking dimples appeared on the round face, the figure flew high, waved his hands in the air, a ball of emerald mangs exploded around the body, after a slight spatial fluctuation, a pair of lilac dragons appeared in the air, a pair of lilac dragons were bright and bright, their mouths were open, and a clear long roar was released, and with the whistling sound, the sea water within a thousand zhang was boiling.

The white light flashed, Dieyi fell lightly on the side of the aquatic life, reached out and took off the spirit beast bag on his waist, and was about to summon the black tiger and the golden-eyed one-horned rhinoceros, but the aquatic life waved his hand and commanded in a low voice, Dieyi nodded, his eyes rolled, the silver light flashed behind him, his wings spread, brushed the ground, and the figure was a hundred zhang away, his hands were raised, and two transparent scimitars flew out of his sleeves, slashing towards the dozen black-winged eagles gathered in one place, and in a moment, the air was full of knife light, and the screams were accompanied by blood light bursting, and the feathers flew wildly!

Two eighth-level dragons deal with a seriously injured seventh-level dragon and a group of middle-level demon beasts, it is not like chopping melons and vegetables, not to mention, there are also Dieyi on the side to help, a meal is not enough, there is no longer a living demon beast on the sea, the dragon seems to have a grudge against other dragons, and picks those blue Jiao and green Jiao to start.

Hearing the screams of the demon beasts from afar, the group of fleeing Taoist priests were shocked one by one, and the two Yuanying monks hurriedly let go of their divine senses and swept behind them, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became colorful.

The voice of the aquatic man suddenly sounded in the ears of the gray-robed old Dao: "This fellow Daoist, can you stay for a while?"

The gray-robed old Dao's heart sank, and he secretly complained to himself, the other party was able to control two powerful demon beasts, and it was not easy to catch up with his group?

After that, without waiting for the middle-aged Taoist priest to ask more, the sleeves of his robe flicked, and the figure rose from the sky above the flying boat, and a red flame was born from under his feet, turning into a rolling fire cloud, wrapping the figure of the old Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the old Taoist priest with a complicated expression and drove a cloud of fire back to the way he came, was silent for a moment, then turned to the group of Jindan stage disciples and said, "Let's go, we are waiting for Senior Brother Chi Songzi on Jinxian Island!"

Although the disciples of the Jindan period secretly worried about the red pine nuts, they did not dare to have any disobedience, if the red pine nuts could not deal with the unknown danger, all the monks here combined would also be unable to deal with the danger!

Seeing the hideous appearance of the Purple Winged Wyvern from a distance, and feeling the powerful spiritual pressure rushing out of the Purple Winged Wyvern's body, Chi Songzi was secretly surprised in his heart, and then saw the mits and butterfly clothes on the back of the flying dragon, his expression could no longer be expressed with surprise, his eyes were dull, his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

This chapter is over, to be continued, I wish you a happy reading! (To be continued......)