The little boy slowly opened his eyes. He saw the man holding his hand, and in the other hand he was holding a flaming sword. The strong arc of sword qi still lingered and danced in the air. The man's face was ruddy, and he was stiff and cheerful. A fresh breeze blew, and his gray beard and hair were intertwined and fluttered. How much like the fairy in the villain's book.

He's the old man who performs magic popcorn and has a smile on his face.

Those king cobras that roared like nets were all cut off by the old man from seven inches, and their bodies twisted on the ground in pain. Their blood stirred up a raging golden fire on the old man's sword, making a burning sound. The old man's sword was like a red-hot soldering iron, and it struck freely in the rain. The edge of the sword fused with the flames, flashing and jumping on the little boy's cheeks.

The dying serpents on the ground turned into wisps of green smoke and reunited into flaming human faces. "What a nosy old thing!" the flaming face was furious, and re-transformed into countless king cobras burning with black flames. The eyed king snakes fused again, turning into a black poisonous dragon that spewed black rage. The enchanting black flames flickered, like a salvo of ten thousand arrows, which made the eyes of the old man and the child ache.

The old man pulled the little boy and his younger brother behind him. The moment the old man touched the little boy's little hand, he was shocked and sad. The calluses and chilblains scabbed over the old man's skin like thorns, and each one had an endless story to tell.

The little boy held the old man's hand tightly, it was a large, strong hand. This big hand was also clenched around him, as warm and secure as his mother's arms a long time ago. This sudden sense of satisfaction made him nervous and scared. But this happiness pervades his whole body and makes him straighten his waist and let his brother's head rest on his shoulder again.

The poisonous dragon spat out the black fire apricot, no longer attacking the little boy, and instead approached the crowd of onlookers. Wherever the black flames went, they instantly burned into charcoal. The old man understood that these innocent people could not see the flame face and the poisonous dragon, but the demonic fire spewed by the poisonous dragon could devour them mercilessly.

Water can overcome fire. But the old man instructed the people to pour water on the burning houses, but to no avail. Far from being extinguished, the fire grew louder and louder.

"What should I do?" If this stalemate continues, the young brother under the rubble will die of suffocation in the smoke, if not burned to death. The two little brothers behind him will also be in prison again.

The old man was a little anxious, and turned to look at the little boy behind him lovingly. The roots of the tree on his body were gone. The old man had an idea when he noticed the white chalk ash on the little boy's shoes that tried to hide the red underneath.

"Wood makes fire, fire makes earth, and wood and fire are separated from fire with earth, and the fire will no longer burn wood!"

The old man set up the DAO bomb-shaped black iron bucket for making magic popcorn, stepped on the blower with full horsepower, blew the furnace fire to its peak, and rolled the black iron bucket at high speed with one hand, and the iron and fire were wildly intertwined and sang a hymn of vigorous vitality. In a moment, the old man aimed the iron bucket at the black flame and quickly opened the lid.

"Boom!" A loud bang shook the mountains and rivers, and the evil dragon and the black flames trembled violently with the sound waves.

The sound was followed by a thick column of white smoke. The column of smoke was filled with a myriad of magical popcorn, which roared and swooped into the black flames like a storm of fish in the ocean, roaring with the white current.

The white plume of smoke flashed past the crowd like lightning, and was instantly enveloped in black flames. Tens of thousands of white particles, gently and dexterously landed, accurately covering the entire burning house and casting a white barrier in front of the crowd.

The little boy was amazed to find that the magic popcorn that was sprayed out had already magically turned into countless white ceramic particles. The world cried out and stirred in a blank of whiteness.

The Evil Dragon's vertical linear pupils instantly expanded, and the black abyss completely occupied the whites of its eyes. It struggled to spit out a series of black fireballs. These fireballs, even more furious than black flames, whistled like burning bombs poured with gasoline.

The reflection of the black fireball in the little boy's eyes grew larger and denser. Only then did the little boy understand that from the flame snake to the king cobra, and then to the black evil dragon, the flame face gradually upgraded its combat effectiveness through continuous transformation. The flames it spits out have changed from normal fiery red to dark green to black, and the color of the flames has changed from light to dark, and the evil power contained in it has become more and more powerful.

The white barrier guarding in front of the crowd quickly adjusted its formation and transformed into a majestic section of the Great Wall. The Great Wall is imposing and impregnable. The white ceramic particles symbolizing justice rose rapidly, and the black fireballs representing evil fell rapidly, and the two collided and rubbed against each other, and between the flying sand and rocks, there was a roaring and deafening thunder in the sky, which was endless.

When everything calmed down, a huge, black-and-white Tai Chi hung in the sky. The white ceramic particles are like spring caviar rich in strong vitality, spewing out from the black iron bucket, connected to the white blood veins of Tai Chi. Not to be outdone, the black evil dragon continued to launch black fireballs in the sky, adding flesh to Taiji's black instrument limit. Black and white compete with each other, one eliminates the other's strengths, and does not give in to each other.

The old man's anger sank into the dantian, bursting out from the palm of his hand. The black iron bucket was burned red by the flames, spinning at high speed. Columns of smoke mixed with white ceramic particles quickly gathered and grew at the mouth of the black iron barrel, forming a powerful white cannonball. The black iron bucket is like a cannon full of firepower and ammunition, and the white cannonball is fired into the white limit of Taiji in the form of an electromagnetic pulse signal. From a distance, white cannonballs hung quietly in the air like pearls on a necklace.

The evil dragon also upgraded again, and a pair of wings grew behind it. Its body was drawn into a full bow, and it spat out black fireballs continuously, one splitting into two, two splitting into four, and the splits were endless. This infinite black fireball, in the heat wave strongly instigated by the wings of the evil dragon, swept and attacked the prey with even more fierce momentum.

The calm Tai Chi in the sky instantly splashed with fire, lightning and thunder. The lightning tore the sky to pieces and threw it hard below the ground.

The little boy stared blankly at the sky, and the blinding light did not stir up a wave in his eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes, and he told himself that he was in a strange dream. Yet this epic dream was so real that it held him firmly in it. The only thing he could do was subconsciously hug his brother tighter.

The Evil Dragon is still at ease in this black-and-white showdown. It lazily opens its mouth and no longer spits out black fireballs that divide indefinitely like cancer cells. It was also at this time that abrupt black spots appeared in the white limit of Tai Chi. Black's offense has broken through White's defense.

The sky darkened again. It is in this way that the old man sees the truth. The dragon didn't stop spitting fireballs, but the fireballs actually turned from black to white. The fireball contains hundreds of millions of degrees of heat, and it is scorching white and not easy to detect. The white fireballs devoured everything mercilessly, causing them to vaporize out of thin air. They pounced on Tai Chi's Bai Yi like wild beasts, and despite the stubborn resistance of the ceramic particles, they were still quickly carbonized. The distinct black spots formed by Bai Yi's retreat are gradually expanding.

"White flame?" the old man was surprised. He never expected that the evil dragon in front of him actually had the power of the sun that did not match it.

The old man regretted that he had underestimated the dragon. He inhaled intently, the corner of his eye flashing like a sharp sword, slicing the index finger of his left hand. He used his blood to draw spells on the black iron bucket where popcorn was made. I saw thousands of flames coming out of the tail of the black iron bucket, and the black iron bucket was launched towards Taiji like a scud dao bomb, dragging a comet-like dazzling tail in the dim sky.

Between the heavens and the earth, the Scud Dao bullet hit Taiji's Heiyi, tearing a hole in the black fireball. The sky is filled with white ceramic particles, which take the opportunity to occupy and fill it.

The black and white instruments of Tai Chi are rebalanced. There is white in black, black in white, yang in yin, yin in yang, you have me, I have you. It is like a black and white Pisces swimming head and tail together, each with eyes of complementary colors.

The old man's eyes swept swiftly over the little boy who was so sluggish that he almost forgot to breathe, and he knew he had to end the fight as soon as possible.

The Great White Wall readjusted its formation, shifting from defense to offense, and transformed into a white eagle. The male eagle Kong Wu vigorously stirred his wings and soared upward, flashing with dazzling golden light. Under this scorching golden light, the black evil dragon was dwarfed and looked petite and shy.

The dragon's wings pressed down, pulling its body into a crescent moon, and it spun at high speed, ready to launch a new attack. However, the golden eagle traveled thousands of miles, and in a flash, the sharp claws had already penetrated deep into its seven inches.

The balance and complementarity of black and white in Taiji is broken. White quickly gained the upper hand, crossed the Chu River and Han borders, and joined the white dots in the black instrument. The white squeezes the black stain towards the edges like a cleaner until the black disappears. The darkness has finally been lost in the midst of justice.

The dragon panicked and degenerated into a flaming human face. The ceramic particles are instantly reconstituted into a dense golden bell jar, which shackles it. The golden bell jar continued to shrink, the bronze wall shone with golden light, and the flame face struggled but could not escape. For the first time, a look of horror hung on its face.

The bell jar shrunk to the size of a football and shot into the sky like a fireflower. There was a festive loud bang, and a dazzling white light appeared in the sky, which was a smiling flower-shaped flower blooming.

The old man smiled, how ashamed and angry that angry and proud flame face would be if he knew that he had transformed into such a sweet smile and a firework that brought happiness to people!

The splendor of the fireworks woke up the little boy, and the smiling face formed by the fireworks was reflected in his clear eyes. Only on New Year's Day can you see the flowers, and the little boy quickly bows his head and makes a wish, tears slipping down from the corners of his eyes.

The whole world is as fresh as after the snow, and the white clouds are back in the blue sky. The little boy eagerly walked through the crowd with his brother in his arms, and ran in the direction of the young brother under the rubble, and they were finally saved!

There was still a strong rancid smell in the air. The old man carried a blower and blew towards the burning house. As the ceramic particles drifted away, there was also the rubble bricks and wood that covered the young lady. Fresh air entered the charred house and gently stroked the young brother's hair.

But it was too late! The young lady's body was bent and stiff like an arched bridge. The younger brother, who was sheltered under the bridge, remained motionless and had stopped breathing. The little boy looked at his little face, swelled and pale from suffocation, much like his own brother.

The little boy knelt down in front of his younger brother and shook them desperately, following the example of adults, taking turns pressing on the position of their chest and heart to give them artificial respiration. Until the old man also ran over, making sure that it was too late.

The little boy howled hysterically and sat down on the ground, tears pouring out like a river into the sea.

But terror instantly enveloped him again. The enchanting dark green flames, mixed with thick smoke, once again burned all over the sky. Once again, the world lost its light, and the five of them were firmly trapped in the demon fire.