The drunken Taoist set up his sword light and came to the front of the two armies, his eyes narrowed, he opened his eyes, and looked indifferently at the city wall standing proudly opposite, and there were mortal soldiers patrolling the city wall. ,!

The drunken Taoist raised the wine gourd and poured a large sip of wine into his mouth, and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with a tattered Taoist robe, only then did he raise his breath and exhale, and shouted loudly: "The thief who hurt my Shushan Sword Sect will come out quickly and die!"

The sound was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, soaring into the sky, straight into the opposite Mingyang City.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion of Mingyang City, Wen Zhong sat on the table with both hands on the head, and below sat some mortal generals of Mingyang City and monks who came out of the mountain to help.

Everyone was discussing how to break Li Xiong's army, but suddenly they heard the drunken Dao mouth speak wildly, and the faces of the immortals of the sect changed, and they all stood up.

The son of the Bull Demon King, the former Holy Child King Red Boy was also ordered by Ling Xiao a few days ago, left Yingzhou Immortal Island, and went out of the mountain to help Wen Zhong, at this time, when he heard that there was an enemy challenge, he immediately stood up from his seat, and said to Wen Zhong with a fist: "Senior Brother Wen, the little brother has just come, and he has been here for a few days, and he has not made an inch of success so far.

Wen Zhong knew that the red boy had extraordinary skills, when he was learning the formation with Ling Xiao in Yingzhou Immortal Island, he had also met with the red boy many times, and when he saw the red boy asking for battle, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Since the junior brother has the heart to make meritorious contributions, then there will be a junior brother to go to this battle, but the person who is talented can send the voice from outside the city to our ears, and he must be a cultivator." Be careful, junior brother, don't take it lightly!"

The red boy's little face straightened, and he arched his hand and said, "Honorable Order!" With that, his whole body turned into a red light and rushed out of the hall, disappeared in the eyes of everyone, and flew out of the city.

The drunken Taoist stood quite lazily outside the gate, holding a black and red wine gourd in his left hand and kept pouring wine into his mouth, and suddenly a fiery red light flew from the city, and after landing, a seven or eight-year-old boy appeared.

I saw this kid's head piercing into the sky. Tied with two red silks, with a gold collar around his neck, wearing a fiery red folio shirt, wearing a pair of fiery red shorts that are just above the knee, *** with a pair of small feet, and holding a flame gun much higher than him in his hand.

The drunken Taoist glanced at the red boy lightly, a trace of disdain flashed on the old face full of wind and frost, and he said lightly: "Is there really no one who cares about the sect? Poor Dao is in a good mood today, spare your life. You go back to the city, and I will hear that Zhong Xiao'er will come out to see me. ”

The drunken Taoist didn't put the red boy in his eyes at all, and suddenly made the red boy, who had always been arrogant, angry, and the flame gun pointed forward, a small face turned red, and he scolded angrily: "Old Zamao, you don't want to be presumptuous, forgive you for only a few years of cultivation, and I haven't heard of the prestige of this king." What kind of thing are you, you also deserve to see me Senior Brother Wen Zhong, don't go, eat a shot from the master"

With a tap of his toes, two fist-sized fireballs lifted him up, and the flame gun turned into a red line and stabbed towards the drunken Taoist with a fierce wind.

The drunken Taoist glanced at the attacking red boy with disdain. Without seeing him move, the fairy sword behind him let out a crisp sword sound and choked out of its sheath, bringing up a cyan sword light in the air to block the flame gun.

Looking at the red boy's flushed little face, the drunken Taoist still had the leisure to joke: "There is really no one to intercept the sect." I only sent a little child who couldn't even hold a gun to come out to fight, little doll, go back first and eat milk for a few years, and then come out to play when the gun is stable!"

The red boy was about to explode his lungs at this time, and the flame gun attacked several times in succession, but they were easily blocked by the other party with a flying sword, which made the already angry red boy even more angry.

After the drunken Taoist played with the red boy a few times, seeing that there were no other immortals coming out of the sect, the red boy was entangled again, and the patience in his heart gradually ran out, and he couldn't help but move the murderous intent, and forced the red boy back with a sword.

The drunken Taoist stood up, and a fierce light shot out of his eyes: "Little hairy boy, since you are so ignorant, don't blame the poor Dao for being ruthless!"

Stretching out his hand, the flying sword in the air was blazing, flying in the air as delicate as a dragon, bringing up a sword light dozens of zhang long, and the sword light flashed and was about to cut the red boy in two.

The red boy is not easy to get along with, after being forced away by the drunken Taoist's sword, he took the opportunity to take a few steps back, distanced himself from the drunken Taoist, made a fist with the five fingers of his right hand, and beat his nose three times in a row, and a trace of red light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing the flying sword slashing, he opened his mouth and spit out an extremely pure innate samadhi true fire, which is not like the samadhi true fire of ordinary monks, but is congenitally carried by the red child, and has been quite powerful since birth.

In the past, when Sun Wukong's brain was in the Huoyun Cave, he was almost burned to death by the red boy's divine fire, if it weren't for the three light divine water in Guanyin's net bottle, even Guanyin would not be able to descend him easily.

The flying sword of the drunken Taoist was just refined by himself, although the materials used were not ordinary, but how could it be compared to the Monkey King of the sixth turn of Xuangong?

The corners of the drunken Daoist's eyes were about to crack when he watched from the side, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Demon boy, Poor Dao didn't want to hurt your life, today you destroy my flying sword, Poor Dao and you will never die!"

This drunken Taoist is different from others, but he is a poor ghost who is famous in the Shushan Sword Sect, among the senior brothers, not only the lowest Taoism, the least magic weapons, in addition to this flying sword, there is only a big B hook on the body, as for some other fragments, it is not used at all, at this time, the flying sword was destroyed by the red boy, and the distressed people were about to cry.

If it weren't for the fact that a few months ago, his apprentice also died under Mingyang City, and this time he came out to take revenge, and a group of senior brothers went out of the mountain together, even if he was scared to death, he would not have come to the sect to take revenge.

I thought that I would be the first to challenge, casually killing one or two generals of the enemy, which was considered to be the end of cause and effect, and then I didn't make a move, I didn't want him to have bad luck, and I met the evil star of Red Boy in the first battle.

If you say that the red boy may have average martial arts, but when it comes to Taoist supernatural powers, he is definitely in the forefront among the three generations of disciples of the Interception Sect.

As soon as the red boy saw that the divine fire was effective, he simply put away the flame gun, opened his mouth, and spit out a few more divine fires, and the ten fingers of his hands danced continuously, and the divine fire in the air was divided into nine, and turned into nine flame dragons several feet long in the air.

The Taiyi Divine Thunder played by the drunken Taoist was opened by one of the fire dragons, swallowed into the abdomen, and was melted away without even a bubble.

The red boy pointed with his little hand, looked at the drunken Taoist and laughed angrily: "Old Zamao, you look down on the master, today the master will refine you into ashes to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

The magic trick in his hand changed, and he pointed at the nine fire dragons, and the nine fire dragons immediately surged out, trapping the drunken Taoist from all directions.

The drunken Taoist had just seen the power of the Samadhi Divine Fire, and he dared to surround him, and hurriedly swiped forward with the big hook in his hand, drawing a half-moon-shaped sword qi, and was about to cut the fire dragon in two.

It's just that this samadhi divine fire has no substance, and where can the big Yi hook cut through, the divine fire fell, first the big Yi hook covered the dust of the flying sword, and was turned into a puddle of molten iron, and then the drunken Taoist screamed miserably, and the whole body turned into flying ashes, and only a true spirit flew towards the Fengshen platform.

As soon as the drunken Taoist died, an angry shout immediately came from the camp of the Feng Army: "The demon boy is presumptuous, how dare you harm my junior brother, suffer death!" A golden Buddha light rose from the camp, like a long rainbow shocking the sky, turning into a golden demon pestle in the air, and smashed down on the red child's head.

Seeing that the pestle smashed into the divine pestle, the red boy was full of solemnity, his hands were raised above his head, and the Samadhi Divine Fire floating in the air was condensed into a giant flame hand, and he waved it upwards to meet the demon-slaying golden pestle in the sky.

The giant hand and the divine pestle collided, making a loud "bang!", the golden pestle was burned into ashes by the divine fire, and the divine fire was also scattered by the giant hand into sparks and fell to the ground, which was a tie.

The red boy looked up into the air, only to see more than ten escapes flying out of the camp tent opposite, and after the retreats landed, there were more than ten male monks and nuns with Taoists.

The leader was a dark-skinned monk, his face full of suffering, a copy of Amitabha Buddha, and at this time, like everyone else, all of them were angry, and his eyes were red staring at the red child.

The ascetic head pointed at the red boy hatefully: "Demon boy, you are so vicious, you actually set fire to my junior brother and burned me to death, I will not spare you today!"

The red boy smiled coldly: "The big monk is so good to talk without shame, don't you just allow your junior brother to release a flying sword to hurt me, and don't allow the master to set fire to him? ”

"Haha, what the red boy said is very true, the Buddhists are really shameless, only allow you to hurt people, don't you fight back?"

A sneer sounded from behind the red boy, and immediately under the leadership of Wen Zhong, a group of people either stepped on auspicious clouds or flew out of Mingyang City on the Rui Beast.

The ascetic head said angrily: "No matter what, hurt my junior brother, you must die today!" With a wave of his sleeves, he brushed out a Sumeru Buddha light with one hand, and released an invisible sword qi with the other.

Wen Zhong couldn't help but shout angrily when he saw it: "What a shameless old monk! Poor Dao will meet you!" raised his hand to sacrifice the smallpox magic pendant flag, hung down the lotus flowers in front of the red child, and struck the ascetic head with one hand with the whip.

The ascetic head had also heard of the power of the whip, and he didn't dare to slack off in his heart, and patted the top of his head, releasing three golden relics the size of a child's fist, hanging down nine Buddha rays of light to condense into a dazzling luo to protect the body, and at the same time the Taiyuan bell was sacrificed, sending out a melodious bell, and the layers of sound waves were like ripples in the water, scattering in all directions.

"Fellow disciples, the sect is full of evil sects and crooked people, let's go out together to destroy the demons!" The person who spoke was Xuan Zhenzi, the big apprentice of Changmei Zhenren, and his Taoism was extremely good, but in terms of the power of the invisible fairy sword, it was even stronger than the ascetic Toutuo. (To be continued)

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