A great flood shines on people's hearts.

In the flood, Li Daoxuan saw that some people were selfish and fought against others for a piece of driftwood, and he also saw someone holding his wife's hand to death, even if he was washed away with the other party, he was unwilling to let go.

There are righteous catchers who are going around to save people, placing women and children on high roofs, but they themselves are almost washed away.

A little Taoist priest of the Wanshou Palace harnessed a flying sword, picked up an old woman, and flew towards the lark in a swaying manner.

His mana is still shallow, and it is very difficult to fly with people.

At this moment, the dragon jumped out of the water and opened its bloody mouth to swallow it.

The little Taoist priest was very scared, but he pushed the old woman away as soon as possible, and he was devoured by the dragon instead.

He was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

When Li Daoxuan saw this scene, he clenched his fists, and for some reason, there was a slight tingling sensation in the heavenly eyes of his eyebrows.

Jiaolong swallowed a Taoist priest, as if he had tasted the sweetness, and found that the flesh and blood of the cultivator could replenish his vitality, so he hovered underwater and stared at this group of Taoist priests of the Wanshou Palace.

Maybe there is also a desire for revenge, after all, it is the people of Wanshou Palace who have suppressed it for hundreds of years.

A huge and terrifying shadow stalked underwater, quietly approaching the group of Taoist priests who were busy saving people.

After a while, it seemed to have seen the right time, and suddenly poked out the dragon's head from the water and bit several Taoist priests of the Wanshou Palace.

They just got together, and they were about to die in the mouth of the dragon.

At this moment, a loud bird's song sounded, and the finch fairy swooped down in the air, and its sharp claws grabbed a brilliant spark on the dragon's head.

Roar!

The dragon was in pain and returned to the water.

The huge lark hovered low in the sky, and above his head stood a handsome young Taoist, his eyebrows were shining brightly, staring closely into the water.

No matter how deep the dragon hid, it couldn't hide from his heavenly eye.

Li Daoxuan commanded the direction for the finch fairy, interrupting Jiaolong's attack again and again.

A moment later, finally all the survivors were rescued from the back of the finch fairy, and the Taoist priests of the Wanshou Palace, although there were casualties, they were not miserable.

Wu Qiubai asked, "Daochang Li, what should I do now?" ”

At this moment, Li Daoxuan seems to have become a leader here, and he is convinced by most people.

If it weren't for him, let alone saving these people, even the Taoist priests of their Wanshou Palace would probably not be able to survive.

The finch fairy suddenly spoke.

"Li Daoxuan, the mana of this fairy is about to run out, you hurry up!"

Li Daoxuan nodded and said, "Finch Fairy, I'm sorry for you to take them to a safe place." ”

Wu Qiubai immediately asked, "What about you, won't you come with us?" ”

Li Daoxuan shook his head and said: "I'm going to help the master, if it succeeds in letting it go, then the victim will not be just a county." ”

Not to mention the harm after it turns into a real dragon, just the process of walking Jiao will cause the land on both sides of the Ganjiang River and the Yangtze River to suffer serious flooding, and I don't know how many people will drown.

The so-called walking Jiao is the process of turning the dragon into a real dragon, after the dragon has cultivated to a certain level, it will set off wind and waves, enter the sea along the river, and then turn into a dragon.

In the process, it will set off huge waves, summon violent storms and rains, inundate fertile fields and villages, and bring terrible floods.

Hearing Li Daoxuan's words, Wu Qiubai immediately said, "I'll go too!" ”

Li Daoxuan refused, and said: "Daochang Wu, these people need someone to take care of them, and such a big thing has happened, I'm afraid that even the assassin will be shocked at this moment, if someone from the government comes, there also needs to be a person in charge." ”

Wu Qiubai has been in Wanshou Palace for many years and is trusted by the villagers.

Wu Qiubai looked at the trembling people, sighed, and said, "Okay, since that's the case, I'll ask Daoist Li to do it!" ”

He bowed to Li Daoxuan, not only him, but other Taoist priests of Wanshou Palace also saluted Li Daoxuan.

Li Daoxuan returned the salute, and then slapped the sword box.

Boom!

The Chixia sword came out of its sheath and stopped at Li Daoxuan's feet.

He stepped on the flying sword and was about to leave, but saw Chen Ziyu also follow, and the jade hand gently wrapped around his waist.

Those autumn-like eyes have an indescribable firmness.

Li Daoxuan shook his head and said with a smile: "Sister Yu, it's okay." ”

The next moment, he pinched the sword technique in his hand, and the Chixia sword flew in the direction of the West River like a light that entered the clouds.

The long wind blew his hair, Li Daoxuan looked back and saw that the finch fairy had already carried everyone into the distance, but on the back of the bird, Wu Qiubai and the others were still bowing in his direction and saluting, and they didn't get up for a long time.

……

West Estuary, General Bridge.

This is an ancient bridge, it is said that a general in the Qin Dynasty funded the construction, the bridge deck is wide, very strong, standing for thousands of years without falling.

But today, the General Bridge will usher in a severe test.

The water level of the West River is rising, and the turbulent river water hits the bridge, as if it will not give up until the ancient bridge is washed away.

There were two Taoists standing on the bridge, one in a yellow robe and the other in a purple robe.

The person in the yellow robe is naturally Zhang Qianyang, he has already drawn a large array on the bridge deck with cinnabar at this moment, and then said to Xu Qingxuan, who was wearing a purple robe: "The formation has been completed, hang the sword!" ”

Xu Qingxuan nodded, and he forced out a drop of essence blood again, smearing it on his eyebrows to form a sword pattern.

"Miaoji Zhenjun has a feeling, and the descendants of Xu Qingxuan, please master the sword!"

As soon as the words fell, the Ten Thousand Divine Sword behind him suddenly bloomed with brilliant light, and flew under the ancient bridge with a whoosh, the hilt of the sword was connected to the bridge body, the tip of the sword pointed to the river, and a wisp of golden sword qi hung down, like a light curtain.

At the same time, the large array drawn with cinnabar on the bridge body also flowed brightly, forming a kind of underworld connection with the magic sword, and with the power of the divine sword, the ancient bridge was blessed by divine power and became indestructible.

This is the Hanging Sword Slaying Dragon Ancient Array of Dragon Tiger Mountain's Secret Legend!

In order to suppress the dragon, the sages created this set of formations, with the bridge as the pass and the sword as the door, to block the Jiaolong and make them fail to walk.

This set of formations has successfully prevented many dragons from harming the world, and it is the only way for the Daomen to deal with the Jiaojiao, and to this day, there are still many places under the ancient bridge, there will be an ancient sword hanging.

The people spread the word of mouth, saying that the sword hanging under the bridge can block the dragon, but in fact, it is because their ancestors have seen the masters of the Daomen set up a formation to block the dragon.

But they only know one thing, they don't know the other, it's useless to just hang the sword, and there must be a coordinated formation, otherwise the dragon will smash the bridge with a light pat, and block a fart?

After the formation was arranged, Zhang Qianyang and Xu Qingxuan glanced at each other, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, it's just to wait for the dragon to come, and then fight with it.

Jiaolong wins, then the trapped dragon ascends to the abyss, enters the Ganjiang River, and the dragon returns to the East China Sea.

If they win, they will cut off the dragon's qi, let it fail, and then kill it while it is weak!

In this fight, no one can afford to lose, and the losing side will die!

Thank you for the 100 tips for the holiday, than the heart!

(End of chapter)