Chapter 08 Kirin

"Would you like to kill me?" Bai Long smiled contemptuously and said, "Do you have any ability? Do you think you still have the luck to leave alive last time? My lady's favorite person is me. Do you deserve to be with her?

The dark blue eyes reflect the arrogant eyes, which seem to be innate and invincible, staring at everything in the world, especially this young man in blue.

In Yan Ji's heart, the inexplicable pain rolled like a frenzy. He gritted his teeth and his hands trembled slightly. At this moment, the past of Qingzhu Xianju kept emerging in his mind and hurting his heart.

After a while, he laughed, and there was endless pain in his wry smile.

"Are you still sad for her? People like you deserve to die!"

He counted himself in his heart and cursed himself.

The blue light suddenly rose, like the tide rushing, shooting everywhere.

In the green light, Yan Ji's face looked ferocious, and his fierce eyes looked directly at the man in white, as if to devour him alive.

The brilliant sword spirit surprised Bai Long for a while. He clearly felt the strong aura bursting out on the rainbow sword, and a question appeared in his heart: "In less than two months, this teenager's body actually had an extra skill of Jiazi. How could he cultivate it?"

At this moment, the white dragon did not dare to neglect. He took out a folding fan from his waist and opened it. The golden fan depicted the blue sky, white clouds, and two white dragons hovering in the clouds.

This folding fan is the magic weapon "drawing dragon fan" that the white dragon is proud of. He is no longer like the night two months ago, and he is confident that he can seriously hurt his face with his empty hands.

The green mang was unprecedentedly strong and rushed towards the white dragon with endless violence. The white dragon's face was solemn and threw the folding fan in the air. The golden fan turned twice in the air and suddenly rotated. The folding fan with light golden light rotated rapidly, forming a round air wall in front of the white dragon, blocking the blue light of the rainbow.

The green light hit the round golden gas wall and dissipated like a mud cow into the sea, but the golden aperture.

Yan Ji was shocked. With this move, he had already used 90% of his strength to break the golden aperture.

"Zhang!"

The shocking rainbow sword sounded, and I saw the flying sand and stones, and the wind roared. A huge airflow surged around Yan Ji's body. Ten thousand green light instantly reflected this sky into a black blue color. The blue light merged into the body of the rainbow sword and stabbed the white dragon.

The arrogant white dragon is now calm and cold, and he dares not be careless at all. He only sees him holding the dragon fan in front of him in his hand and gently blocking it in front of him.

The tip of the rainbow sword stabbed on the fan of the faint golden light, triggering a white airflow and spreading everywhere. At that time, the two only felt that the wind blew their faces and pain, and their hair on the corners of their clothes were hunting and flying.

Yan Ji only felt a burst of soreness in her right hand and was shaken back a few steps by this powerful airflow. In that box, Bai Long was also slightly surprised. He really couldn't figure out why the teenager's body had an extra skill out of thin air. Now it is not easy to defeat him.

While Yan Ji retreated, Bai Long folded the fan in his hand and gently fanned the wind. However, he saw a golden storm suddenly blown, and the sand flew away wherever he went, the vegetation flew, and the wind swept the sand and dust towards Yan Ji.

Yan Ji also knows that the storm is powerful. If he wants to be blown by it, he will inevitably be seriously injured and even smashed, so he has to dodge with a hollow somersault in mid-air.

Seeing this, the white dragon waved a folding fan and fand repeatedly. Every time the "drawing dragon fan" flashed out, a golden storm appeared, forcing Yan Ji to dodge frequently.

"Hu..."

A gust of cold wind blew, and the dusty white cold air formed six ice walls on the ground, blocking the golden storm. Not only that, after the golden storms were involved in the white cold air, turned into icicles standing on the ground.

"Ice condensation!" Bai Long's face was cold and he recognized the mysterious Taoism of Sanqingguan.

In the past two months, Yan Ji has worked hard on the "Tian Gang Xuanshu" and has also mastered six kinds of Xuanshu, including ice condensation, and has gained a lot.

Before Yan Ji gasped for a moment, he saw the white dragon sacrificed the "dragon fan" in mid-air. With the right hand magic formula, he saw that the folding fan was instantly enlarged four or five times, but it was more dazzling and golden than the peacock opening the screen.

After drawing the dragon fan enlarged, I saw that the two white dragons painted on the fan had no eyes, which looked quite funny and strange.

The white dragon sneered and stretched out two fingers to the dragon's eyes depicted on the fan. At that time, the sky changed greatly, the wind and clouds surged, and the thunder rumbled.

With the appearance of the vision, the dragon whose eyes were clicked on the fan actually came alive, roaring and swinging its tail and flying towards Yan Ji.

Bai Long smiled contemptuously and said coldly, "Let you see the power of 'dragon finishing touches'."

Yan Ji was shocked and immediately sacrificed a flying sword to attack the circling dragon. The white dragon was like a living thing, fighting with the flying sword in mid-air. Several confrontations have made Yan Ji cry bitterly. Although he has the power of Jiazi, the white dragon saint has been practicing for at least 100 years, and his cultivation is definitely no less than Yan Ji.

Just as Yan Ji's sweaty flying sword was fighting with the dragon, he saw the white dragon saint sticking out his finger and pointing at the eyes of another dragon on the fan, and the other white dragon also flew out of the fan and fought with Yan Ji.

On Yan Ji's forehead, bean-sized sweat rolled down, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and a dragon has made it difficult for him to support him. Now that two dragons appear, he can't fight.

"This is the gap between us!" Yan Ji gritted his teeth in his heart and said, "I still can't deal with him. Although I got the power of taking a red fruit, I'm still not strong enough."

Looking at the enemy who killed his sister in front of him, but he did not have the ability to revenge. The unwilling pain seemed to drive him crazy.

"Roar!"

The fire unicorn roared and struggled hard in the black gas. There was no white dragon in the magic team that captured the fire unicorn. The black steaming magic array had greatly reduced its power, and it could only surround the fire unicorn in the array and could not be subdue it.

Yan Ji suddenly had an idea in his heart. He quickly summoned the Jinghong Sword and sacrificed a flying sword to attack the dozens of demon disciples.

Those demon disciples were busy controlling the magic array and had no time to take care of the fight between Yan Ji and the white dragon, but when they saw the black steaming magic array like lightning, seven or eight demon disciples who manipulated the magic array fell down.

The fire unicorn escaped from the magic array with a shocking roar. The next moment, dozens of demon disciples were submerged by the fire and turned into firemen, shouting in pain.

Bai Long's face changed greatly and scolded harshly, "You boy actually ruined my big deal!"

In the firelight, the two white dragons had disappeared. The white dragon grabbed the dragon fan in mid-air and personally attacked Yan Ji.

A golden light hit in an instant, faster than lightning, which made Yan Ji unable to distinguish the direction of the light and had no time to defend.

"Touch!"

There was a muffled sound, but when he saw that Yan Ji's body was suffering from a strong shock, his legs softened and collapsed on the ground. Seven orifices, red blood drips, dyed him into a bloody man.

He is still vulnerable and weak, unable to avenge his relatives.

The painted dragon fan with a faint golden light is like a sharp blade, cutting at Yan Ji's throat. He can only watch the enemy kill himself with a folding fan, and he can't change anything.

At the time of life and death, in Yan Ji's eyes, behind the white dragon envoy, red, purple and white lights came quickly and hit the back of the white dragon.

The white dragon's body shook, and blood mist sprayed in his mouth, and he stopped in front of Yan Ji's body.

"Go!"

Qin Shen shouted and pulled Yan Ji to escape from here. Qin Shen, Ye Yunxiao and Zhang Linger somehow broke through the siege of the blood crow and saved Yan Ji's life at this critical moment.

The fire unicorn saw this good opportunity, turned around and disappeared on the grass.

The blood crow came here like a tide, pecking all the disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect without even white bones left. The white dragon, who was seriously attacked by Ye Yunxiao and three people, only protected himself with the supreme magic weapon painting dragon fan in his hand to avoid pecking the blood crow.

After a while, the blood crow dispersed, and the two teams came here in groups. Bai Long recognized these two teams of people as disciples of Hell Gate and Lianhua Valley, which are the three schools of the Demon Sect with the Holy Dragon Sect.

"Wan Demon King, Duanmu picking flowers?" Bai Long looked at the leader of Lianhua Valley with a frightened face and said in surprise, "Did you summon this blood crow? Why do you want to go against my holy dragon?

The disciple of Lianhua Valley, known as Duanmu picking flowers, is a young woman, wearing a light red dress, a melon seed face, picturesque eyebrows, and endless charm on her face, as if she can charm all sentient beings.

Duanmu picked flowers and did not answer his question. He looked at the white dragon smile and said quietly, "The white dragon saint seems to be injured, which is rare!"

Bai Long vaguely guessed that the two teams had no good intentions here. Although he was seriously injured, he also endured the injury and said calmly, "Are you going to be the enemy of my Holy Dragon Religion? You have to look at the form, now..."

Duanmu picked flowers and grabbed his words and said, "Now those righteous sects are already lingering, and we don't seem to have a bigger enemy!"

Bai Long was shocked and said quickly, "But the remaining characters on the right side of the road are also not easy to deal with. Compared with the way, those bald donkeys in Jiuhua Mountain are not easy to deal with, and there are bigger enemies waiting for us..."

"Haha..."

There was a burst of laughter, but the leader of Hell's Gate laughed and only listened to the man: "So what? There has never been an eternal friend or enemy in the world. Four years ago, your Holy Dragon Religion secretly attacked the black hand and killed the evil spirits among the five ghosts of the Hell Gate, thus robbing the 'sky'. By that time, you were already the enemy of my Hell Gate.

White Dragon was stunned and speechless, but he didn't know how he got this news from Hell Gate.