Chapter 47: The Vicious Battle of the Ethereal Valley

The blind old woman's hand crept into her bosom, and with a shake of her hand, a slender silver chain was shaken straight.

The silver chain was like a sword, piercing Zhao Xiaofeng's throat.

Zhao Xiaofeng's Blood Flame Divine Sword has been struck.

Blood Flame Divine Knife First Form: Blood Flame Soars into the Sky! A circle of blood-red flames, centered on Zhao Xiaofeng, instantly spread around. The air around them suddenly became hot.

In the blood-red flames, the silver chain in the blind old woman's hand broke one by one.

The blind old woman suddenly turned into a bald old monk!

If it were someone else, he would definitely be surprised, but Zhao Xiaofeng looked at this dramatic change with a calm expression, as if all this was expected by him.

The bald-eyed old monk's pale old face instantly turned red, and he didn't know if it was due to shyness or being roasted by the flames.

Zhao Xiaofeng knew that the blind old woman was wearing a fake face, but he didn't expect this person to be a monk!

The monk covered his face with his cuffs, and his whole body shrunk into a ball.

Zhao Xiaofeng returned the Blood Flame Divine Sword to its sheath. The blood-red flames around him disappeared in an instant.

The monk looked at Zhao Xiaofeng in surprise: "I didn't expect the little donor to have such a great ability at such a young age, and the old man has learned it." He wiped his sweat as he spoke.

Zhao Xiaofeng looked at the monk coldly, and after a while, he asked, "Who are you?"

The monk clasped his hands together: "The monks don't speak, the old man is a wise immortal!"

Zhao Xiaofeng was taken aback: "You are the legendary Zhixian monk?"

Monk Zhixian clasped his hands together: "Exactly!"

There is a legend here: the legend has it that the valley lord of the Ethereal Valley is a murderous demon who never blinks an eye, he is so changeable that he never shows his true face. But he will reveal his true identity at the moment of killing. Legend has it that for thousands of years, only one monk escaped under the hands of the Lord of the Ethereal Valley. This monk is also the only one who has seen the true face of the Lord of the Ethereal Valley, and this monk is also the most familiar with the terrain of the Ethereal Valley. If you want to go to the Ethereal Valley, this monk is the best guide! It's a pity that for thousands of years, no one has heard of this monk, only that his Dharma name is Zhixian.

Zhao Xiaofeng knew this legend, but he didn't believe that the bald-eyed old monk in front of him was the legendary Zhixian.

Monk Zhixian smiled bitterly: "I know that the little donor doesn't believe it!"

Zhao Xiaofeng really doesn't believe it!

Monk Zhixian turned around, returned to the small thatched hut, and took out a small black wooden barrel from the shed. The small wooden barrel contained half a bucket of water.

Monk Zhixian held the water in his hand and gently smeared it on the faces of Chou Dalang and his party.

After a while, the four of them woke up.

The Zhixian monk held the ingot of silver in both hands and respectfully presented it to Chou Dalang.

Sorrowful Dalang looked at his ingot of silver, then looked at Monk Zhixian, and after a while, he asked, "You are the old woman who sold wine just now?"

Monk Zhixian's pale face turned red again, he bent down, and the whole person instantly became half shorter: "The old man is obsessed with wealth, let the donors dispose of it." ”

Chou Dalang glanced at the Zhixian monk, and stared at Zhao Xiaofeng with a pair of eyes.

Zhao Xiaofeng was a little embarrassed.

Chou Dalang suddenly asked, "You saved us?"

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled and did not speak.

Monk Zhixian said in a low voice: "This little benefactor ruined Lao Ke's fake face and made Lao Qu lose his way. ”

Among the three strong men, Shu Hongqiao's martial arts cultivation was the lowest, and he had just reached the Shaoling Realm. Although he woke up, he was still dizzy for a while.

Monk Zhixian took the water in his hand and gently applied it to Hong Qiao's face. After a few moments, Hong Qiao was completely back to normal.

Sorrowful Dalang had a gloomy face, and he glared at the Zhixian monk: "I didn't expect that the monk who became a monk would also kill for money." ”

Monk Zhixian's whole person shrank into a ball, as if he had become a shrimp: "Although Zhixian was once obsessed with wealth, he never harmed a single life. ”

Sorrowful Dalang's pupils suddenly constricted: "You said your name is Zhixian?"

The Zhixian monk was stunned and said, "The old man is the Zhixian!"

Chou Dalang took a step forward and grabbed the shoulder of the Zhixian monk suddenly: "There is a legend in the Ethereal Valley, you are the legendary Zhixian monk?"

Monk Zhixian clasped his hands together: "It's the old man!"

Chou Dalang looked at Monk Zhixian, then at Zhao Xiaofeng, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "You have the ability to escape under the hands of the Ethereal Valley Lord, why did you lose in the hands of a child today?"

Monk Zhixian turned to look at Zhao Xiaofeng: "Although this little benefactor is young, his methods are extraordinary, especially the red knife ...... on his back" The monk didn't finish his sentence, and his face changed with horror.

Chou Dalang suddenly became interested, he came to Zhao Xiaofeng's back, and then he saw the Blood Flame Divine Knife.

The red-faced man Jiang Ling, the black-faced man Luo Tian, and the purple-faced man Hong Qiao, all three of them all surrounded each other.

Zhao Xiaofeng's brows tightened into a pimple.

Sorrowful Dalang sighed and praised: "Good knife...... It's really a good knife......"

The purple-faced man Hong Qiao stretched out his hand to pick up the Blood Flame Divine Knife on Zhao Xiaofeng's back, and he was still saying in his mouth: "Since the eldest brother likes it, this knife belongs to you." ”

Zhao Xiaofeng was furious, he saved the lives of this group of people, but he didn't expect them to not only not thank him, but also to be so rude, especially this purple-faced man, who now wants to snatch the Blood Flame Divine Sword on his back.

The purple-faced big man Hong Qiao's big hand had already grabbed the Blood Flame Divine Knife on Zhao Xiaofeng's back like lightning.

As soon as Zhao Xiaofeng turned around, the handle of the Blood Flame Divine Knife hit the back of the purple-faced man's hand impartially.

The back of the purple-faced man's hand instantly swelled, and the skin of his palm melted for some reason.

The black-faced man Luo Tian roared and rushed over: "You kid dare to hurt my brother, look at Lao Tzu who abolished you today." As he spoke, he suddenly had an iron ruler in his hand. The iron ruler grew when it saw the wind, and it was more than a foot long in an instant.

This iron ruler belongs to the intermediate magic weapon, and Luo Tian's martial arts cultivation belongs to the early stage of the Middle Spirit Realm.

Zhao Xiaofeng had already seen the details of the other party, and even if he didn't use the Blood Flame Divine Sword, he was sure to defeat the other party.

The muscles on Luo Tianhei's face were beating violently, and he had used ten percent of his strength with this iron ruler.

The iron ruler swept over, and Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly disappeared!

Luo Tian stumbled and almost fell. At the moment when he was stunned, Zhao Xiaofeng's fist had already slammed heavily on his back.

Zhao Xiaofeng has no room for this punch, and he will never show mercy to this kind of outlaw who will kill him when he comes up.

Luo Tian fell more than two feet away, a mouthful of blood sprayed to the ground, and the whole person could no longer stand up.

Chou Dalang saw it clearly on the side, he never dreamed that a little hairy child would use the martial arts "flash mob". Those who can use the martial art "flash mob" must at least reach the middle spirit realm in martial arts cultivation. Looking at the speed and strength of this kid just now, it is very likely that his martial arts cultivation has surpassed the Middle Spirit Realm!

The red-faced man Jiang Ling just wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Chou Dalang.

Chou Dalang waved his hand, which meant that he should not act rashly.

The red-faced man stood aside angrily.

Chou Dalang's words are orders, and he Jiang Ling is absolutely obedient!

Sorrowful Dalang walked towards Zhao Xiaofeng with a sad face.

Zhao Xiaofeng waited for him with a cold face.

Chou Dalang smiled bitterly and said lightly: "You hurt my brothers, I, as a big brother, have to vent my anger for them." He sighed, and then continued, "But the problem is, now even I am not sure that I can beat you." ”

Zhao Xiaofeng said: "I didn't want to hurt people, but it's a pity that those two uncles just now deceived people too much." ”

Chou Dalang was silent for a long time, and sighed long: "I have thought of a way, I don't know if the little brother can do it?"

Zhao Xiaofeng asked, "What way?"

Chou Dalang said: "We are all martial arts practitioners, if you can take my three moves, the grievances between us will be written off." From now on, you walk on your sunny path, and we cross our single-plank bridge, and we will not interfere with the water of the well. What do you think?"

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled: "That being the case, it is better for the juniors to be respectful than to obey their fate!"

A rare smile flashed across the sad face of the sorrowful man: "Okay! I didn't expect the little brother to be a cheerful person." As he spoke, he suddenly had an iron fan in his hand. The iron fan unfurled, and a strong force struck at it.

Zhao Xiaofeng retreated sharply, he wanted to use the power of retreat to unload the opponent's fierce offensive.

Chou Dalang suddenly jumped up in the air, and the iron fan in his hand had already flown out.

The iron fan was volleyed in the air, and the momentum was like a mountain, forcing Zhao Xiaofeng to breathe.

Zhao Xiaofeng flipped back in the air, and his Blood Flame Divine Sword had already struck.

Blood Flame Divine Knife First Style: Blood Flame Soars into the Sky!

The first form of the divine sword was used, and a circle of blood-red flames, centered on Zhao Xiaofeng, instantly spread around.

Sorrowful Lang shouted, and the layers of fan shadows suddenly turned into huge mouths. Countless huge mouths devoured the flames around them.

The fire is slowly getting weaker!

Countless huge mouths suddenly merged into a huge black hole, and an incomparably large attraction sucked Zhao Xiaofeng into it.

In the black hole, Zhao Xiaofeng had already used the second form of the Blood Flame Divine Sword: Ten Thousand Beasts Dynasty Sect!

In the blood-red flames, tens of thousands of beasts rushed and trampled in one direction.

The huge black hole was torn apart in an instant.

The torn black hole turned into countless large mouths, and countless large mouths were combined into an iron fan, which fell to the ground and instantly turned into a puff of green smoke.

The smoke has dissipated!

Chou Dalang stood there in a daze, as if he had a nightmare!

The red-faced man Jiang Ling stood aside, still trembling, he was glad that he didn't fight Zhao Xiaofeng.

Chou Dalang is not Zhao Xiaofeng's opponent, let alone Jiang Ling.

Chou Dalang never dreamed that his attack-type supreme spiritual weapon, the Duobao Iron Fan, would be so vulnerable in front of Zhao Xiaofeng's Blood Flame Divine Sword.

This Blood Flame Divine Sword must be a rare offensive artifact in the world, maybe it is still an offensive type best artifact!

Zhao Xiaofeng returned the Blood Flame Divine Sword to the sheath and said coldly: "You said three moves, but you used a total of seventeen moves!" After he said this, he left without looking back.

Chou Dalang looked at Zhao Xiaofeng's fading back in a daze, his white face turned red and white.