Qing Ming

Choke!

Hong Xiaotian flicked his fingers on the spine of the sword, the blade trembled slightly, and the sound of Qing Yue's dragon chant was carried away by the wind, making Liu Qiankun's heart tighten when he watched it.

"A good sword, a good sword, but it's a pity that there is no spirit to accompany it!" Hong Xiaotian murmured while stroking the spine of the sword.

Liu Qiankun's heart was shocked when he heard the words, and he said anxiously: "Qingming Sword originally had a sword spirit, but it was a pity that it was injured by Shi Fan. I don't know if Brother Hong can restore her, so I will treat it as Qiankun..." It stopped abruptly halfway through.

Hong Xiaotian raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Could it be that you want to owe me another favor?"

...Liu Qiankun was at a loss for words for a while, so he could only nod his head to express his acquiescence.

"It's not difficult to revive the sword spirit. Everything needs to be arranged after Hong returns to the island." A slight smile appeared on the corner of Hong Xiaotian's mouth. He was also full of curiosity about this young cultivator. An inexplicable feeling of goodwill arises spontaneously.

Liu Qiankun stared at the tough man who was almost perverted, and felt a little more uneasy: If he had already encountered enough pies in the sky, then this time the pies would be too big Bar……

Hong Xiaotian remained silent, and stood with his sword behind his back, his eyes vacantly looking at the smoky sea, his back became blurred.

A group of people stood silently on the deck behind them, looking at the two blurred figures at the bow of the ship like geese, their foreheads were covered with bruises of various sizes, and some of them were even bruised...

"It's almost here!" Hong Xiaotian looked at the vast sea, raised the long sword flatly in his hand, and raised an indifferent cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

A thick mist rose from the sea hundreds of feet away, and the dense white mist hid the water surface in the haze, making it even more mysterious and unpredictable.

Hong Xiaotian frowned slightly, and suddenly turned around and shouted softly: "Stop the boat!" There was an irresistible power in his words.

The group of goose sailors and merchants seemed to be caught by lightning, and after their bodies shook together, they began to work on their own. Among them, Wudu was the only one who could keep calm. He arranged for the sailors to drop anchor and stop the ship in an orderly manner. Liu Qiankun felt a burst of admiration in his heart.

"Nie Jiao breathes out, and I don't know how many souls have been tortured, that's all, today I will be a dragon slaying swordsman..." Hong Xiaotian's words revealed a faint helplessness, and the Qingming sword in his hand flashed faintly. blue light.

Liu Qiankun's pupils shrank, because he suddenly saw that the place where the dense fog and sea water meet in front of him was churning like boiling water in a pot, and turbid bubbles the size of skulls surged out, burst and exploded, one by one. The strong fishy smell that the middle man wanted to vomit came to his nostrils, making his throat bitter.

Hong Xiaotian turned his head and said with a smile: "Little brother, have you ever seen this dragon in the sea?"

Liu Qiankun's expression froze when he heard the words, and his heart ached. A figure in golden armor appeared in his mind. The golden dragon turned over in the void with pain, desperately protecting himself in it until the last moment... Thinking about the tiger Eyes are moist.

Hong Xiaotian thought that the cultivator in front of him was excited because he was about to see the dragon, and his feet fell into the air, and he shot towards the place where the mist was steaming.

"Niejiao, show yourself quickly!" Hong Xiaotian stood in the void, shouting like thunder.

Goo-dong-dong!

The bubbles on the surface of the sea suddenly became denser, and their size was much smaller than before. However, the speed of the sea water turbulence was more than ten times faster, and the sea water within a hundred feet in all directions sank strangely, forming a huge vortex with a square of one hundred feet. , but the bottom is dark...

Roar!

A high-pitched long chant resounded through the sky, and huge waves rose into the sky, like a wall of azure water rising from the vortex, a black light shot up into the sky with lightning speed and rushed straight to Hong Xiaotian.

Everyone on the merchant ship was shocked once again, holding their breath and staring at the giant soaring into the sky hundreds of meters away.

Hong Xiaotian's body stretched tens of feet out of thin air, barely avoiding that bloody mouth full of fishy smell. It seemed extremely dangerous, but in Liu Qiankun's eyes, he looked calm and composed, even the slightest The water droplets did not stain the clothes.

Wu Guang's blow was useless, and he suddenly stagnated in the air, and a hundred-foot-long Wujiao appeared in the void.

The face looks like a dragon but has no horns, four claws on the abdomen, and a full mane on the top. The Wujiao is poisonous and murderous. Ten feet is a newborn, and the length of a thousand years will only increase by ten feet, and a hundred feet will grow. The one in front of me is exactly the hundred feet of practice. Cheng Jiao.

There are thousands of strange beasts in the vast sea, and there are countless enchanted islands hidden in it. It seems to be a mysterious place beyond the outside world. Reckless vertical and horizontal, if you are not careful, you will end up with annihilation!

Hong Xiaotian stared coldly at his body and shouted: "Wannian Wujiao, today I will use you to sacrifice the sword!" After saying that, he held the sword above his head with both hands, and the sword intent was completely natural.

Wannian Wujiao had already had a psychic psychic, so he naturally saw the power of it, and fled northward with a sway, as fast as lightning, and reached the sky above the merchant ship in the blink of an eye.

Hong Xiaotian frowned, a look of hesitation appeared on his face, the long sword in his hand did not dare to strike down, and he actually felt like he was being shy.

Slashing down with a sword killed the Wujiao, but all the people on the merchant ship would also turn into ghosts on the seabed.

"Brother Hong, can you spare this black dragon's life for my little brother's sake?" Liu Qiankun was under the dragon's belly, like a dark cloud cover, and even his sight became dark.

The people on the merchant ship were even more stunned, looking at the gleaming belly of the dragon with trepidation and fear, their thoughts had completely stopped shaking.

Before Hong Xiaotian could answer, Wujiao had already uttered the words first, and shouted: "Don't be hypocritical and plead for me, today Ao Qing will fight to the death and drag you to my back!"

Hong Xiaotian, who was in mid-air, suddenly encountered a difficult situation, and the scene fell into an embarrassing deadlock.

Liu Qiankun had an idea and blurted out: "I don't know if you can recognize Beast Venerable Qionghong?"

Wu Jiao turned her head abruptly when she heard the words, stared directly at Liu Qiankun with those big lantern-like eyes, opened her mouth wide and said, "How did you, a cultivator, know the name of the Yaozun?" There was a trace of doubt in his words.

"Qianhong is my sworn brother, and the Venerable Xiaoyao in Wanshou Mountain is here!" Liu Qiankun was overjoyed, and said in his heart: It seems that I have won this treasure again!

Hong Xiaotian's expression froze in mid-air, and the sword form condensed in his palm loosened immediately, and the brilliance on the Qing Ming sword dissipated soundly.

Wu Jiao lowered his head a few zhangs in doubt, and almost stuck it on the top of Liu Qiankun's head, and said in a mournful voice, "Your Majesty, save me!"

Liu Qiankun stretched out his left palm and flicked lightly on Wu Jiao's chin, only to see a flash of black light, and the hundred-foot-long dragon disappeared out of everyone's sight...

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