Chapter 7: The Great Venerable of the Fire Dragon

Zhang Qingxuan was a little familiar with these countless sword lights, but it was different from what he had seen before, and it seemed that it had been integrated into a little bit of the essence of the formation? Zhang Qingxuan glanced at the proud Erhei curiously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

It looks like this guy's strength has been growing, I don't know if it's his original strength, or ...... For Erhei, Zhang Qingxuan felt that it was becoming more and more mysterious, but fortunately, this gave him some respite.

Compared with Zhang Qingxuan, Huo Xiao was a little angry, and he was just about to make a ruthless move, and he taught a lesson to the fierce man who didn't know the height of the sky, but he was educated by the other side first, uh, no, it was a sneak attack, it was really unbearable!

The flame in his hand erupted with his anger, instantly turning into an infinite purple-red flame, and swept towards the sword light, and for a while, the sound of explosions was endless.

In less than two seconds, the figure of the fire ray was already gone in the array, only the flames that filled all the space, the sword light and the fire crow flew together, and the large array was the same color as the sky, and it seemed that the sky and the earth were red.

Erhei didn't feel proud for long, and suddenly found that his formation didn't seem to last long, and immediately a positive color appeared on the dog's face, and he slapped the bear head that shook the ground under his feet.

"Silly big man run, and the two above, the dog master's sword formation won't last long, so it's better to run away as soon as possible." "Count it as righteous and angry, and it didn't abandon Zhang Qingxuan to run by itself, but it seems that without Zhang Qingxuan's consent, it can't run, at least the command can't shake the ground.

Zhang Qingxuan smiled bitterly, run away? It's not that he doesn't want to, but it's impossible at all, Zhang Qingxuan looked at the purple red in the sky, it should be soon, his sleeves flickered, and a black light flashed and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the sword array suddenly burst into red light, "Burning Sky Flame, open up this way!" As soon as the words fell, a burst of light flashed in the sword array, and the red light instantly diffused through, and with a loud bang, the sword light flew countless times.

Zhang Qingxuan glanced at the distance, relaxed slightly, and the spirit rune that had already been prepared in his hand flew out, urging him to recover a little mana, and a starlight came from the sky and shone on the body of the fox.

The illusory figure of the white tiger appeared, and finally coincided with the figure of the white tiger, and it was already the best thing Zhang Qingxuan could do to attract the star power of the white tiger, his figure shook slightly, and took out two thunderbolts.

The flames exploded, sweeping the sky and the earth, and the fire monkeys below had already dispersed, leaving only the scorched earth, Zhang Qingxuan was very happy, fortunately let Qing'er take Erhei and leave first.

A roar sounded in the firelight, and then a god-like creature walked out inside, ten feet tall, covered in long fiery red hair, with a long hairy face and a thunderous mouth, wearing a pair of broken armor, and a charred black wooden stick in his hand.

If it weren't for the fact that the image was a little wrong, Zhang Qingxuan would have thought that this was Brother Monkey, but even if it was, it would be a vicious version, especially the dress and stick, which would have dropped the price!

The scorching breath of sulfur filled the heavens and the earth, and the evil fire energy of Huo Xiao's cultivation was overwhelmingly swaying down, but he didn't expect to stimulate the natural power of the fox, and his body instantly shone brightly, and his strength increased a lot.

However, this only made Huo Xiao look at it twice, and then he didn't pay attention to Xun Qian and Zhang Qingxuan, but looked at the sky with deep eyes, his whole body was boiling with battle intent, and the void he pressed was cracking little by little.

Zhang Qingxuan scratched his head a little, this situation seems to be a little wrong, even if there may be some master, he should have cleaned himself up first, could it be that this guy has changed sex? He doesn't even remember hatred! Zhang Qingxuan doesn't think he has such good luck.

But no matter what, this is something Zhang Qingxuan likes to see, and even he quietly retreated a little, but he didn't run, he wanted to see the situation first, and he didn't think that this guy would really let himself go.

Under Zhang Qingxuan's gaze, Huo Xiao suddenly lifted the stick and hit it forward with a fierce stick, but it seemed to be air, right? The next moment he didn't think so, and a red sword light was hitting the wooden stick.

Just when Zhang Qingxuan thought that he would make a loud noise, the sword light just touched the stick "lightly", and then made a turn, like a loach, it slashed from the side of the stick, and stopped in the distance after going around.

A big question mark popped up in Zhang Qingxuan's head, this crimson three-foot long sword, what is it if it is not a flying sword, but it seems to be a little different, Zhang Qingxuan instantly thought of four words, "Shushan Sword Sect!"

After Huo Xiao made this move, he then withdrew the stick, as if he was tempting, and did not continue to pursue the flying sword, "Shushan Chixia Sword, I don't know if it's the Sword Monarch or the Sword Idiot." ā€

"Haha, poor Dao Yan Chixia, added as an elder of the Shushan Sword Sect, and has seen the Great Venerable of Huoxiao. A middle-aged man in a crimson robe staggered over from a distance, not looking fast, but coming in an instant.

Zhang Qingxuan's head has already crashed, what is the situation, first an inexplicable monkey, as if it had just been released, and now a Yan Chixia has popped out!

But no one answered his question, and the fire Xiao shook his neck when he heard Yan Chixia's answer, and put the wooden stick on his shoulder, "It turned out to be the Sword Monarch Yan Chixia, hehe, but the deity hasn't loosened his muscles and bones for a long time, and today is the right time." ā€

The way this guy spoke, he was obviously a battle maniac, and there was still the shadow of the fake Taoist priest before.

Yan Chixia smiled and waved her hand to recall the Chixia Sword, "Dazun said that he laughed, forgive the poor Dao for not obeying his fate, with Dazun's current state, if he fights with the poor Dao, I am afraid that this radius of hundreds of miles will be turned into ruins, and the poor Dao will not be able to withstand those troubles." ā€

The fire dragon stopped doing it, and waved the stick forward, "Pretending to be that fake Taoist priest all day long, I am about to suffocate the deity, in today's battle, you have to fight, if you don't fight, you have to fight!"

Yan Chixia just raised her sword slightly, and the wind and clouds lightly shook the stick wind away, "Dazun's posture of heaven and longitude, I think I am not afraid of this loneliness, if Dazun really wants to move his hands and feet, then it is better to be respectful than to obey his fate, and the poor road will go to the void with Dazun." ā€

Hearing Yan Chixia agree, the stick raised by Huo Xiao slowly put it down, "Hehe, that's it, it's up to you, that little doll, don't look at it, it's you!" Huo Xiao pointed at Zhang Qingxuan with a stick.

Zhang Qingxuan also knew that he couldn't dodge, but he didn't expect that he didn't fight, he patted the fox and took two steps forward, "Xiaodao has seen Dazun, ...... before"

Before Zhang Qingxuan finished speaking, he saw Huo Xiao raise his stick, and then put it on his shoulder again, "Stop, stop, the fake Taoist priest's deity doesn't care, but your grass man deity has taken a fancy to it, hand it over!"

Zhang Qingxuan was dumbfounded, his face was embarrassed, he was relieved in his heart, although he didn't understand what the reason was, but without the pursuit of the fake Taoist priest, it was certain, and it was important to save his life.

Seeing this, Yan Chixia looked at Zhang Qingxuan with interest, "Xiaoyou is a disciple of Wudang?"

Zhang Qingxuan looked at the bearded man and shook his head, "It used to be, and now it's out of the school." ā€

"Ao?" Yan Chixia glanced at Zhang Qingxuan deeply, "I think it's a little friend," he said to himself, "Dazun, how about being a peacemaker for this little friend?"

Huo Xiao sighed lightly, "Does this little doll have anything to do with you?" ā€