Chapter 87

Xu Xiaoxian lifted his sword and returned with a blow to no avail, and inserted the 'bullfight' on the ground with his backhand.

Ordinary swords can't hurt the red-robed thirteen niang, who is known as the drought fish, and Xu Xiaoxian has no intention of using the cloud dragon gun.

The ancient goddess of drought is invulnerable, even the Xuanyuan sword can't help it, the red-robed thirteen niang picked up half of the "Heavenly Maiden Drought Sutra", no matter how it can't compare to the ancient goddess, Xu Xiaoxian did not invert the last book, with the meaning of short and long.

Besides, the drought fish who is the best at killing Yuan Ying in Jindan has not been used from beginning to end, even if there is a little bit of murder, no matter how distracted Xu Xiaoxian is, he must have a plan to take precautions.

The Baizhang Canglong in the Cloud Dragon Spear is one of the things he relies on when he is in deep danger and still has a chance to survive.

Xu Xiaoxian looked at the red-robed man in front of him, who was more beautiful than a woman, and his mind was full of thoughts, and finally calmed down.

Aren't they afraid of fire?

Isn't it the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Fire, the true element of fire, in his Imperial Palace?

Whether his fiery red true yuan can restrain the drought fish, there is only one try!

The red-robed man stood twenty zhang away and looked at the young monk lightly, the young monk licked his lips, clenched his hands into fists, the golden pill in the palace rotated rapidly, the fiery red true yuan was like a river tide, surging and excited, Xu Xiaoxian sank into the dantian, and walked the Lao Palace in one go, and the fiery red true yuan was all condensed in his fist.

The fists were like pieces of iron calcined in the flames.

The flames rose unscrupulously, and the scorching heat flowed in a frenzy.

Even the air is getting hot!

Twenty zhang away, the red-robed man still looked at Xu Xiaoxian indifferently, like a wood carving.

In an instant, Xu Xiaoxian moved and bullied himself.

The soles of his feet rippled, and he volleyed three hundred and sixty punches in the air with both fists, and crossed the distance of twenty zhang in one step.

'Step on the tide and watch the wind', 'Seventy-two ways of the ground fist'!

The fist wind was whistling, so hot that even the air was about to burn, and the solid pickaxe land on the bank of the river was flying, shattering, and fluttering in the fist wind.

Dusty.

Countless red fists passed through the dust, and froze in the eyes of the red-robed thirteen niang, and he moved a step sideways between the lightning and flint, so fast that it was boundless, and instantly opened a distance of twenty zhang, and the leaves did not stick to his body.

The distance of the traverse is also just right, twenty zhang, not much at all, not much at all.

Xu Xiaoxian returned again in vain, flew back thirty zhang, opened a distance of nearly fifty zhang, and secretly charged his strength again without a trace, grinned, and said with a smile: "'A branch of red dew condenses incense, and the clouds and rain Wushan are in vain. I believe it's the slippery body bones of Thirteen Niang. It's a pity, Thirteen Niang is a handle, and when I think about it deeply, I feel that Thirteen Niang has more legs, less two lumps of meat on the chest, and the diaphragm should respond. ”

The red-robed man fifty zhang away was slightly moved, slightly angry, and said disdainfully: "Xu Xiaoxian, give you another stick of incense to delay and continue the true yuan condensing sword qi, is it enough?"

The young monk raised his eyebrows, and said without a face: "Enough, if it's not enough, let's discuss it again." ”

The red-robed man snorted coldly, untied the red ribbon around his waist, threw it backhand, took off the dazzling red robe, and put it away, revealing a small gold armor that was close to him.

The small golden armor is not fancy, and countless Taoist defense inscriptions are engraved on it, which is as complicated as 'earthworms walking in the mud', and it is not ordinary at first glance.

The body of the armor is engraved with two characters 'Xuantian'.

The two large characters in the regular script in green read its identity.

Xuantian Golden Armor.

For this Xuantian golden armor unearthed in the Xuanyuan Temple of Luzhou in Beiju, Xu Xiaoxian has long heard of it.

This is the talisman armor given to the Heavenly Maiden after the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor defeated Chiyou, and the Taoist spiritual treasure that has steadily entered the top ten ancient talisman armors.

The supreme defensive power that is round and natural with the head of the ancient treasure armor, 'Neon Clothes and Feather Cloak', although it is not the same, it is still much more than the ordinary defensive magic weapon.

Xu Xiaoxian was sure that the three hundred and sixty punches of his own just now all hit Thirteen Niang's chest, even if he could repel him, he was afraid that he would not be able to hurt him in the slightest.

Half of the "Heavenly Maiden Drought Sutra" was obtained by the Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish, this Xuantian gold armor was on the Thirteen Niangs, Xu Xiaoxian was not surprised at all.

Why did Thirteen Niang tear off the close-fitting red robe?

Doesn't it look good?

No.

Women love beauty, and men who are more beautiful than women are no exception.

He just didn't want to ruin the red robe in the middle of his fist.

That's all.

Fifty zhang away, Xu Xiaoxian asked the sky with two fingers, the air rippled, distorted, condensed, and the sword qi condensed at the fingertips, leading but not triggering, the 'shocking glimpse' of Sun Shushen, who had stolen the green-robed prince Sun Shushen in the depths of the ten-mile peach orchard, was ready to go, but his mouth was unforgiving and laughed:

"Thirteen Niang, it's not dark yet, you can't wait to untie your clothes, it's immoral! If you are in the countryside, you will 'dip in the pig cage'. ”

The Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish were not angry, and let the young monk gather his sword qi, opened his mouth and spit out a scarlet gold leaf scroll like blood and half of the 'Heavenly Maiden Drought Sutra', silently recited the magic formula, and walked forward.

He walked seven steps, each step slow, like a child with lead in his steps.

The moment Thirteen Niang spit out the gold foil scroll 'Heavenly Maiden Drought Sutra', the hundreds of sword qi gathered by Xu Xiaoxian's fingertips suddenly rose into the air and went straight to the sky.

Xu Xiaoxian's figure flew back hundreds of zhang at this moment, pulled out the cloud dragon spear with one hand, and retreated directly to the rolling Kui River, stepping on the waves, and opening his mouth to suck at the Kui River.

The dragon swallows the water!

A huge white wave turned into a column of water, like a pillar of hundreds of zhang to heaven, and went straight to Xu Xiaoxian's mouth, and was swallowed by the young monk in one gulp.

Back then, in the depths of the ten-mile peach orchard, Xu Xiaoxian swallowed the entire peach orchard with a mouthful of dragon swallowing water, how thrilling was the peach with a radius of ninety miles?

At this moment, the Taotaokui River, which was intercepted in an instant, is the best witness.

Xu Xiaoxian swallowed water in one gulp, and the Kui River was intercepted in an instant!

Just when Xu Xiaoxian flew back hundreds of zhang and swallowed a lot of Kui River water in one mouthful, the Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish took seven steps forward.

In the first step, the earth shakes, cracks, and splits, like an earthquake.

In the second step, flames erupted from the center of the earth, as if the Nine Shadows Earth Fire was about to erupt.

In the third step, the flowers and trees in a five-mile radius wither, burn, and disappear.

Step 5,......。

In the seventh step, after being intercepted by Xu Xiaoxian's mouthful of dragon swallowing water, the water of the Kui River rushed again, and it was visible to the naked eye that it fell and dried up until there was no drop.

There seems to be no trace of anger in the five-mile radius.

Withering, decaying, and the fire of the earth gushing out, like purgatory.

Wherever the drought goes, there is no drop of water, and it is like burning.

Looking at the Thirteen Niangs again, where is there still a little bit of charm to the extreme, which has long been wrapped in layers of fire, like a huge demon coming out of hell.

Thirteen Niang, dozens of feet tall!

Dozens of zhang high, burly to the boundless Drought Thirteen Niang jumped into the air, instantly stood at a condescending height, with a commanding momentum, and stepped down towards Xu Xiaoxian.

The young monk standing on the dry riverbed was as small as an ant at his doorstep.

Xu Xiaoxian looked at the big footprints in the sky that were so frenzied that he grinned.