Chapter 67 A rage for Beauty 5

Originally, Xiaotian, who had the chance to win, didn't expect that Song Langran would still look for it later. Unexpectedly, the white true air column emitted by the tip of the light sword was actually under the counterattack of the firebird, and the ice disintegrated. In a "chi" sound, it turned into misty water vapor and floated in the air, and the huge firebird However, the power continued to pounce on Xiaotian. Under the shock of Xiaotian, he quickly used the secret to rush to the sky and rose to the ground, trying to dodge the attack of the firebird. However, since the golden black got into it, as if it had a spirit, it did not rush straight forward. Unexpectedly, it spread its wings and rose from the ground, with a scorching breath from the sky. He rushed straight up and followed Xiaotian to continue to chase.

Xiaotian was shocked when he saw this and shouted, "It's not good!" The huge firebird has always been inseparable from Xiaotian. It is getting closer and closer to Xiaotian. Xiaotian himself also feels that it is getting hotter and hotter behind him. The firebird is about to burn on Xiaotian's body.

Danyu and Yaner were so nervous that their hearts were about to jump out. They held their hands tightly, and the palms of their hands were full of sweat. Even the real person Tianling changed slightly. The true spirit hovering in the palms of their hands was ready to go. At this time, Xiaotian suddenly fell down with a "thousands of pounds", and his feet stepped on the ground three inches deep. The footprints, with a light sword, placed horizontally in front of him, "Roar--" only heard Xiaotian shout, and the true power all over his body poured out without reservation. The Yuanying in his body suddenly became tense. The magnificent true power turned into cold true qi in the meridians and flowed to his left arm. The cold true qi made Xiaotian's face blue, eyebrows, hair and clothes. The place was covered with ice crumbs. He completely ignored these small days. The left palm in the air was pinched into a question and slowly pushed forward. Unexpectedly, a thick ice wall was pushed out in front of him, just in front of him, just in front of the firebird swooping down from the air. This series of actions is slow to be narrated in words, but in fact they are all completed in a flash.

Sooner or later, I saw that the huge firebird did not stop and hit the ice wall launched by Xiaotian's single palm fiercely. I could only hear a loud "bang", which was much louder than the impact just now. The red fish's real power flowed and erected a barrier with real force in front of himself and Yan'er. Neither of them was affected. Yan Er's face turned white, but because he was worried about Xiaotian, the Tianling Zhenren beside him was motionless. The huge sound waves were like a breeze for him, but his eyes were also staring closely at the field, ready to save Xiaotian when the situation was not good.

The surrounding Jinwumen gangs are not as lucky as Yaner's. Except for grabbing the first few steps of the left and right guardians and protecting the young door owner, the rest of the people are crooked one by one and can't stand, and even the bamboo forest around them fell out.

Look at the small sky in the field. After the loud noise, his body flew out for more than ten feet. After landing, he still retreated repeatedly. Finally, he stood staggering against the light sword. His face was pale, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood. The clothes in front were charred yellow, and the hair hanging on his forehead were permed and curled, in the huge firebird. Under this blow, Xiaotian was already injured, which seemed to be not light.

"Brother Xiaotian--" Yan'er saw this and exclaimed and was about to run to Xiaotian, but Tianling Zhenren waved his hand to stop him and said, "Brother, don't panic. Brother Xiaotian is just a small injury, and it's not a big problem!"

As if in order to prove the assertion of the heavenly spirit, Xiaotian leaned on the light sword for a moment, and his face slightly regained a little blood color. Unexpectedly, he stood up straight and staggered towards Song Langran. The left and right guardians were shocked. They did not expect this small sky. This is so strong that he can stand up after suffering such a blow, and his young master seems to have lost the strength to fight again. The two looked at each other and stepped forward together. The old man surnamed Qin said in a low voice, "Kid, please forgive others and forgive others. Don't force people too much!" With that, a powerful true qi emanated from his body, rolled up the withered grass on the ground, forming a huge whirlwind, which rolled straight towards the small sky.

"Hmm! The two old guys are so shameless that they even bully the young, and they don't retreat. It's nothing to do with you!" Just as the powerful true airflow was about to reach Xiaotian, Tianling Zhenren snorted coldly, and the dead grass rolled up by Zhenqi fell to the ground one after another. The fierce whirlwind actually disappeared invisibly. Then, Tianling Zhenren waved his hand, and the left and right protectors in front of Song Langran couldn't help but fly backwards and soaring through the clouds. The people who crossed the surrounding Jinwumen like fog fell heavily and fell out of the field. The two only felt sore all over. The true energy in Dantian could not be mobilized, and they fell into the dust and could not get up for a while.

Xiaotian smiled gratefully at Tianling Zhenren, and continued to walk towards Song Langran with a light sword. Song Langran was so scared that he sat on the ground and retreated. He also made Yuan Ying out of his mind just now, and his vitality was greatly injured. Now he doesn't even have the strength to stand up. He can only move his buttocks backwards and is embarrassed for a while.

The left and right guardians saw that the situation was critical, but they had the intention to protect each other, but they were not able to catch each other. Looking at the demented Jinwumen gang around him, the old man surnamed Qin roared angrily, "Are you all dead people? Why don't you hurry up and help the young master!"

The surrounding Jinwumen gang woke up like a dream. They waved their flying swords and wanted to move forward. There were also some more shrewd ones who quietly retreated a lot. They slandered in their hearts, "You two old guys were blown away by others with a wave of their hands. Wouldn't we go up and die in vain?" Sure enough, before these Jinwumen gangs gathered around, the tall man waved again. The flying swords in the hands of these people flew out of thin air and fell outside the field, which scared a group of Jinwumen gangs to death. They retreated together, and no one dared to take a step forward. The old man surnamed Qin saw that Tianling was so powerful and opened his mouth. Big, Zhang Yi did a few times, but he had to sigh, thinking that the young master also suffered by himself and took the blame. I had tried my best, and everything had to be left to fate!

Song Langran saw that there was no one around him, and the Feng Xiaotian held the sword and got closer and closer step by step. He couldn't help but be terrmented. He had to get up from the ground several times, but he didn't succeed, so he had to raise the hot sun sword in his hand, scratched a few times in front of him, and shouted, "Don't come over, don't come over!"

Xiaotian would not listen to him. He slowly walked to Song Langran, raised his light sword and pointed at the tip of Song Langran's nose and said, "I not only want to come here, but also want your dog's life. Turtle young master, leave your life!"

"No, no!" Seeing that Xiaotian was ready to stab, Song Langran quickly shouted, "I am the young master of Jinwumen. If you dare to touch me, my father will definitely not forgive you!"

"Haha! I'm so scared! Cut it! You are the young master of Jinwumen. You don't know how much evil you have done. Now you take out your old man to scare people. I think you are not a good bird. Today, I will kill you first. After that, I don't need you to come to me, and I will naturally look for him. Xiaotian was not a person who could intimidate him. When he heard Song Langran's words, he was even more angry. He shouted, saying that the tip of the sword forward and pointed straight to Song Langran's throat.

"You - you dare - I, Jinwumen, will definitely not give up with you!" Song Langran saw that the threat was useless and was afraid in his heart, but he was still fierce and said anxiously.

"Yes, you think about it. If you kill our young master, you will be against the more than 10,000 disciples of Jinwumen. At that time, the world of cultivation will be so big that I'm afraid there will be no place for you." At this time, the old man surnamed Qin recovered. He wanted to come forward to save the young master. Looking at the cold-eyed Tianling Zhenren, he was finally timid, but he was unwilling, so he had to stand outside the court and say loudly.

"Yes, yes! Listen, my grandfather has survived the Mahayana master. If you kill me, he will not spare you at that time, and he will never give up!" Hearing the support of Qin Hufa behind him, Song Langran seemed to have a little confidence and continued to threaten Xiao Tiandao. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Xiaotian was a typical soft but not hard. The more threatening he was, the more angry Xiaotian was.

"You are really abominable. How dare you talk hard now? It's a matter whether you Jinwumen and I do it or not. You should be clear that I want your life, but it's right in front of you!" Seeing that the man's mouth was still hard, Xiaotian said angrily and poked the light sword in his hand forward again. The tip of the sword was already next to Song Langran's throat.

Song Langran only felt that his neck was cold, and a tingling pain came, which made his hair stand up and his whole body was cold. He never thought that this boy named Feng Xiaotian really didn't care about his identity as the young master of Jinwumen. He really wanted to kill him. He quickly shouted loudly, "Young man, young man, spare your life!"

"Hmm?" Xiaotian was shocked by Song Langran's sudden words. He didn't expect the boy to change so quickly. Just now, he was still hard-mouthed. Seeing that he really wanted to kill him, his attitude suddenly made a 180-degree turn and asked for mercy from him. Thinking that his hand was loosened, the tip of the sword slightly left Song Langran's throat.

When Song Langran saw that there was a door, this move was still effective. He was ecstatic in his heart, and then he sweated profusely. He felt as if he had closed the ghost door. He hurriedly hit the railway while it was hot: "Young man, young man, young man, the little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai. I offend you. The little one knows that the little one is wrong. You just think the little one is a fart and let the little one. !" With that, his body fell forward. The young master of Jinwumen, who was still majestic just now, knelt down in front of Xiaotian and kowtowed to Xiaotian like a garlic. Song Langran's performance made the Jinwumen gang around him shake their heads one after another, and the left and right guardians even sighed repeatedly. If this matter is passed back to the door, the young master is the door after all. The son of the Lord, I'm afraid that the two of them will not escape the blame at that time, but it seems that the life of the young door owner can be saved, which is also a great blessing in misfortune!