Chapter 164: The descendant of Heavenly Master, enters the water and slays the dragon!
Li Daoxuan was silent for a moment. He finally understood why his master and Xu Jianxian would risk their lives to stop the dragon from entering the Gan River.
The two of them are truly virtuous people in Taoism!
Xu Qingxuan snorted coldly and said, "This dragon is at its weakest now. If we don't take the opportunity to kill it, once it enters the Gan River, its magic power will only become stronger. By then, no one will dare to stop it."
Li Daoxuan took a deep breath and said, "Xu Jianxian, but what can we do now?"
Xu Qingxuan looked at the bottomless Xihe River with a sharp gaze and said four words.
"Enter the water and slay the dragon!"
Li Daoxuan was shocked and looked at him in disbelief.
Enter the water and slay the dragon?
If we can't defeat the dragon on the bridge, won't we become the dragon's meat if we enter the water?
Li Daoxuan looked at the turbulent Xihe River. A terrifying dragon was hiding at the bottom of the river. Who would dare to go into the water at this time?
Xu Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and the sword pattern between his eyebrows glowed.
clang!
The Wanren Divine Sword under the bridge flew into his hands. In the sharp sword energy, his white hair danced wildly, his purple robe fluttered, and his eyes were sharper than ever before.
"If I die, please take good care of my disciples in the Wanshou Palace in the future. Also..."
Xu Qingxuan looked at Zhang Qianyang and said, "Tell Ningyan not to wait for me anymore ."
After saying that, he suddenly jumped into the turbulent Xi River and soon disappeared.
There was no trace of fear in his eyes, only the sharpness of a swordsman.
Li Daoxuan looked at his old and thin back, and felt touched and shocked.
Wielding the sword, he takes life and death lightly and goes to Longquan with a long laugh.
"You old thing, Ningyan has never been waiting for you, so conceited!"
Zhang Qianyang seemed not surprised by his old friend's choice. He cursed with a smile, then jumped into the Xi River.
Li Daoxuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
Chen Ziyu looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to make a decision.
Li Daoxuan looked at the unfathomable Xihe River, feeling the heavy pressure brought by the dragon. He took a step forward, but was hesitant.
To go or to stay?
Should I jump into the river and fight for a slim hope, or turn around and run away to save my life?
…
Xu Qingxuan jumped into the cold river, and the amazing sword energy cut through the three-foot-long river water around him, searching for the dragon.
And the moment the dragon saw him enter the water, hatred appeared in its eyes.
It has recognized that the old man with the sword was the descendant of the Taoist priest who had imprisoned him for decades.
roar!
A dragon rushed out from the bottom of the water , and its huge body stirred up the rivers, filling the bottom of the Xihe River with undercurrents.
Xu Qingxuan showed no fear. He made sword gestures with his hands, and the starry cloud pattern on the Wanren Sword became brighter. With a whoosh, it broke through the waves and shot towards the dragon.
The dragon still retained its amazing fighting instinct. At the moment when the magic sword was about to strike, it dodged to the side, leaving a wound on its back but avoiding the vital parts.
boom!
The dragon swung its tail, causing thousands of waves, like a huge whip covered with barbs, and smashed towards Xu Qingxuan fiercely.
If it were someone else, they would definitely dodge quickly.
But Xu Qingxuan didn't even look at it, and he made another sword gesture. The Wanren Divine Sword suddenly became bigger, more than ten feet long, like a dragon's head, and slashed towards the dragon's head.
With this sword, he did not choose to chop at the dragon's tail to save himself, but chose to fight for his life. He would rather be smashed into pieces than not kill the evil dragon!
However, the dragon suddenly spat out a crystal clear dragon ball, which was the crystallization of its magic power cultivated for thousands of years. It turned into a rainbow light and crashed into the Wanren Divine Sword.
clang!
Invisible air currents swept through the rivers, turning the bottom of the Xihe River upside down.
The Wanren Sword was knocked off course and passed by the dragon, only cutting off a few of its grey whiskers.
The dragon ball was not intact either, as a cut had been made on it by the divine sword.
There was a trace of pain in the dragon's eyes. The dragon ball was the foundation of its cultivation, and it couldn't be damaged too much. Otherwise, even if it succeeded in transforming into a dragon, its final strength would be greatly reduced.
Fortunately, the descendants of that Taoist priest are now about to turn into a pool of meat paste.
Xu Qingxuan stretched out his hand and grasped his own natal flying sword Qingli. It was too late for him to call back the Wanren Divine Sword. Seeing that the dragon's tail was about to fall on his head, he showed no fear, his long snow-white hair fluttering in the water, and raised his sword to stab upwards!
Even if he died, he would at least leave a scar on the dragon's tail!
boom!
The Qingli Sword cut off pieces of dragon scales, and the dragon roared in pain.
Xu Qingxuan's figure crashed into the water like a cannonball, but he did not turn into meat paste, he just spat out a mouthful of blood.
A jade seal that was seven fen thick, three and a half inches long, with a gold glass button and as white as ice and snow appeared above his head, emitting wisps of fairy light, blocking the fatal blow for him.
Zhang Qianyang stood in front of him, coughing up blood.
He had been seriously injured when he triggered the Sixty-Nine Heavenly Thunders before, and now he was forcibly activating the Yangping Zhidu Gongyin, a magic weapon that did not belong to him, which made his internal injuries even more serious.
But he stood in front of his old friend, his back as strong as a sword, without a single sign of retreat.
roar!
The dragon stopped swinging its tail and rushed directly towards them, trying to swallow them.
Zhang Qianyang sighed and prepared to send the Yangping Zhidu Seal away at the last moment. This treasure of Longhu Mountain could not fall into the dragon's belly with him.
But before he could take any action, a series of figures broke through the waves, each more than ten feet tall, like a group of giants entering the water.
boom!
Li Daoxuan's clones crashed into the dragon like cannonballs , and then rode on it, swinging their fists or holding huge swords to hit the dragon.
Under the magical power of Fa Tian Xiang Di, even the clone has amazing power, and every blow makes the dragon feel pain.
Li Daoxuan's true body appeared in front of the master and said with his magical power: "Master, let's go!"
What has been done cannot be changed, so why waste your life in vain?
The reason why Li Daoxuan jumped into the river was not to kill the dragon, but to rescue his master.
The master was the first person in the world who cared about him and treated him as a family member. On the path of cultivation, he gave him careful guidance and taught him everything he knew.
Li Daoxuan is a man who values friendship and loyalty. He cannot abandon his master and just walk away.
He wanted to become an immortal and live forever, but he didn't want to be a cold and heartless immortal.
He just practices Taoism and doesn't want to become Taoism.
Zhang Qianyang turned and looked at his old friend.
He actually had the intention of leaving, but he couldn't let go of his old friend. Although the two of them often quarreled and looked down on each other, in fact, they had long been close friends who could trust each other with life and death.
Xu Qingxuan smiled calmly and said, "You have the ability to control the heavens and the earth. It's a great power, but your power is still shallow and you can't do anything to this evil dragon."
After saying that, he made a sword gesture, and the Wanren Divine Sword that had fallen into the river flew over with a clang and was held in his hand.
The magic sword was spiritual and seemed to sense the sword intent in his heart, making a loud sword sound.
Then, Xu Qingxuan did something that left Li Daoxuan dumbfounded.
He held the Wanren Sword in reverse and stabbed his own heart with it!
The boiling blood from his heart poured into the sword, and the blood belonging to Master Xu Xun awakened all the power of the sword spirit.
At this moment, the Wanren Sword shot out a sword light that reached the sky. The sharp sword energy shattered the bottom of the Xihe River into pieces, and every drop of water seemed to have become sword energy.
Xu Qingxuan drew out the magic sword, his body staggered slightly, but still stood straight as a pine tree.
"The Divine Power Miaoji True Lord was inspired. The unworthy disciple Xu Qingxuan, following the True Lord's orders, suppressed the dragon for fifty-seven years, but it escaped and brought disaster to the common people."
"I am an unworthy disciple. I will die today. The bloodline of the Heavenly Master will be extinct in the world, but this evil dragon will never be able to enter Dongchuan!"
He held the bloody sword in his hand and walked towards the dragon step by step. With every step, the sword energy on his body became stronger.
"Sword madman, you sword madman, can't you retreat once?"
Zhang Qianyang cursed with tears in his eyes.
Facing his old friend's scolding, Xu Qingxuan simply said, "I am a descendant of the Heavenly Master Xu Xun."
His voice was filled with pride.
Zhang Qianyang was stunned.
Li Daoxuan looked deeply at Xu Qingxuan's back as he walked towards the dragon with a sword in hand. His purple robe and white hair fluttered in the water, and he stood alone like a solitary pine.
Something in his heart seemed to be touched.
Is this... the descendant of Heavenly Master?
