I patted the langan, and the fog and flowers blew on my temples, and the sea wind was cold.
"Xuanyuan son, you were defeated by me in the Mengshan sword competition that day, and I kindly spared your life. Now I am leading a large-scale attack, but are you here to avenge your shame?"
…
When Xuanyuan Zhan saw her, he was overjoyed and said, "Ruohua, it's sister Ruohua who's here!"
But in the aerial scene, a man in black robes and a high crown stood proudly. It was Nie Xinghai, the leader of the Demon Cult.
Xuanyuan Zhan suppressed the anger in his heart.
The black poisonous smoke was rising all around, and there were continuous "chichi" sounds, rushing like billowing dark clouds, weighing heavily on everyone's heads. They felt like they were suffocating in their breathing, and they were so bored that they felt like vomiting. It seemed to be burning with the red fire all around... One after another people were poisoned and fell down.
Almost at the same time, the flames on the grass in the valley seemed to be drawn by a hurricane, roaring and roaring. Looking down from the top, the circles rolled back like ripples, sweeping towards them in the center and spreading rapidly. It was extremely spectacular.
Hao Ge was so shocked that the clouds dispersed. He counted the green mountains in detail and pointed at Penglai.
I patted the langan, and the fog and flowers blew on my temples, and the sea wind was cold.
The rockets "chichi" continuously, flying across the sky, raindrops like nails on the deck, on the cabin, on the people... The flames flew and spread upward along the mast ropes. The flags and sails of each ship soon burned blazingly, facing the wind. The roar of hunting turned half of the sky red, and the setting sun made it even more miserable.
Xuanyuan Zhan's brows furrowed more and more tightly. A month ago, several sects such as Mengshan, Qingyu, Emei, and the Beggar Clan, led by the martial arts leader Xuanyuan Zhan, united to attack Shisha Island, the main altar of the Demon Cult. The Devil's Sect's Underworld has grown in strength in the past two years, and its growth rate is staggering. Xuanyuan Zhan has always been cautious in dealing with the world, taking precautions before they happen. He cannot sit idly by while seeing the evil sect doing many evil things and getting stronger day by day, for fear of endless troubles in the future, so he invites various sects to join forces to encircle and suppress them. Unfortunately, major sects such as Shaolin and Wudang refused to join the posthumous sect, so Zhengfang's strength was greatly reduced. However, the people in the Underworld Prison are highly skilled in martial arts and cunning, and are good at using poison. The main altar of the Underworld Prison relies on natural barriers, and it is actually difficult to break into it for a long time. Xuanyuan Zhan saw that his side suffered heavy casualties, and if he did not retreat quickly, he might be annihilated.
"Third Miss of the Tang family!" Everyone cheered.
Hao Ge was so shocked that the clouds dispersed. He counted the green mountains in detail and pointed at Penglai.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
"Reporting to the leader, the seven warships of the Demon Sect have been sunk."
On the gauze shore, cranes are used to riding on their backs, raising their heads and roaring, straight up to the Temple of Heaven.
Luo Xuan turned his face away and touched the ground lightly on his toes, not touching a trace of dust. Slowly putting the Prajna Flower down, the Prajna Flower coughed slightly and shook for a few times, Luo Xuan quickly supported her.
Xuanyuan's battle became more and more fierce, and with a long roar, the lone sword pointed straight at Nie Xinghai. Nie Xinghai let go of Xiang Hongyan, formed a seal with his hands, and used his deep internal strength to force Xuanyuan Zhan back.
Hao Ge was so shocked that the clouds dispersed. He counted the green mountains in detail and pointed at Penglai.
Suddenly, a huge beam of silver light struck down from mid-air, and anyone who was so bright could not open their eyes. Nie Xinghai was horrified. He drew out the sword from his waist and slashed it into the light. Amidst the rumbling sound, the air waves billowed outwards like a whirlpool and exploded outwards. They were strange and strange, like the unpredictable neon clouds and rainbows, magnificent and weird, and the atmosphere was myriad.
Xuanyuan Zhan frowned and waved his hand: "First take down the four main ships, let Wu Shuang, Shangguan Tianpeng and others lead a part of the warships to outflank them from behind and attack them from the front and rear. Then let Xing Fu lead a few good men from behind. The island invaded the main altar of the Demon Cult."
Xuanyuan Zhan suppressed the anger in his heart.
…
Luo Xuan quickly flew over, held her in his arms with one hand, tapped a rock, and held her up in the air. He lowered his head, only to see the Prajna flower in his arms looking at him with a smile, his eyes moving. His eyes were full of affection that was about to overflow.
Prajna Hua was originally the third young lady of the Tang sect, but she broke up with the Tang sect for unknown reasons two years ago and wandered alone in the world. She was known as the poison-repelling fairy in the world. She was both good and evil, and acted eccentrically, but she acted according to her own temperament. He has been accustomed to poisons and hidden weapons since childhood, but his physique is extremely weak. His use of poisons is unparalleled, but his martial arts and internal strength are extremely average.
Almost at the same time, the flames on the grass in the valley seemed to be drawn by a hurricane, roaring and roaring. Looking down from the top, the circles rolled back like ripples, sweeping towards them in the center and spreading rapidly. It was extremely spectacular.
Suddenly, a huge beam of silver light struck down from mid-air, and anyone who was so bright could not open their eyes. Nie Xinghai was horrified. He drew out the sword from his waist and slashed it into the light. Amidst the rumbling sound, the air waves billowed outwards like a whirlpool and exploded outwards. They were strange and strange, like the unpredictable neon clouds and rainbows, magnificent and weird, and the atmosphere was myriad.
Suddenly, a huge beam of silver light struck down from mid-air, and anyone who was so bright could not open their eyes. Nie Xinghai was horrified. He drew out the sword from his waist and slashed it into the light. Amidst the rumbling sound, the air waves billowed outwards like a whirlpool and exploded outwards. They were strange and strange, like the unpredictable neon clouds and rainbows, magnificent and weird, and the atmosphere was myriad.
The firelight reflected on her face, her skin was as pale as snow, fresh and smooth, her eyebrows were raised slantingly, with a hint of anger, her slender eyes were curved, her eyes were filled with a smile, and her lips were plump, making people want to take a bite. , pouting softly like a peach, playing the green flute, as if coquettishly. That strange bewitching power makes people's mouths go dry and their hearts beat faster inexplicably.
Xuanyuan Zhan suppressed the anger in his heart.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
Xuanyuan Zhan suppressed the anger in his heart.
The two of them faced each other for a long time with their flute sounds, but Xiang Hongyan saw that she was no match for them. Nie Xinghai sneered, and slowly placed his palm on Xiang Hongyan's back. Xiang Hongyan's internal strength suddenly increased, and a green light emerged from the flute and struck straight at the Prajna Flower. Prajna Flower took it hard, and a mouthful of blood poured out of her throat. Xuanyuan Zhan quickly shot up into the sky and blocked the green light in the air.
At this time, Xiang Hongyan also began to play the Gu flute, which was specially used to control insects. The warships from both sides retreated one after another. The river, which was already dyed red with blood, was suddenly dyed dark green by various poisons.
Nie Xinghai raised his sword eyebrows slightly, with a domineering look on his face: "I didn't expect that Xuanyuan Zhan is still capable. But he wants to lead people to capture our Holy Cult Headquarters with just two or three attacks. You can't help but look down on me, Nie Xinghai. Xiang Hongyan! "
Xuanyuan Zhan was dressed in white, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and a domineering look on his face. He led a group of people to stand on the cliff and nervously watched the stalemate between the two sides.
Luo Xuan quickly flew over, held her in his arms with one hand, tapped a rock, and held her up in the air. He lowered his head, only to see the Prajna flower in his arms looking at him with a smile, his eyes moving. His eyes were full of affection that was about to overflow.
The two of them faced each other for a long time with their flute sounds, but Xiang Hongyan saw that she was no match for them. Nie Xinghai sneered, and slowly placed his palm on Xiang Hongyan's back. Xiang Hongyan's internal strength suddenly increased, and a green light emerged from the flute and struck straight at the Prajna Flower. Prajna Flower took it hard, and a mouthful of blood poured out of her throat. Xuanyuan Zhan quickly shot up into the sky and blocked the green light in the air.
Everyone's hair stood on end and their liver and gallbladder were cold. But after hearing the deafening howl of a baby crying all around, tens of thousands of poisonous insects rushed toward the Demon Cult Headquarters like an overwhelming force.
Dozens of masters from various martial arts sects roared up from the waves, rolled over wetly, and rushed onto the Demon Sect's warship. They were like dragons entering the sea, rushing forward and fighting bloody battles.
Xuanyuan Zhan was overjoyed again: "Brother Luo!"
…
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
Looking around, the river seemed to be a raging sea of fire. Under the drizzle of drizzle, it was undulating and rolling, and its momentum became even more fierce. Even the river water gradually began to boil, and white mist steamed.
Xuanyuan Zhan and others quickly held their breath and concentrated: "No, they used poison again."
Everyone's hair stood on end and their liver and gallbladder were cold. But after hearing the deafening howl of a baby crying all around, tens of thousands of poisonous insects rushed toward the Demon Cult Headquarters like an overwhelming force.
Xuanyuan Zhan's brows furrowed more and more tightly. A month ago, several sects such as Mengshan, Qingyu, Emei, and the Beggar Clan, led by the martial arts leader Xuanyuan Zhan, united to attack Shisha Island, the main altar of the Demon Cult. The Devil's Sect's Underworld has grown in strength in the past two years, and its growth rate is staggering. Xuanyuan Zhan has always been cautious in dealing with the world, taking precautions before they happen. He cannot sit idly by while seeing the evil sect doing many evil things and getting stronger day by day, for fear of endless troubles in the future, so he invites various sects to join forces to encircle and suppress them. Unfortunately, major sects such as Shaolin and Wudang refused to join the posthumous sect, so Zhengfang's strength was greatly reduced. However, the people in the Underworld Prison are highly skilled in martial arts and cunning, and are good at using poison. The main altar of the Underworld Prison relies on natural barriers, and it is actually difficult to break into it for a long time. Xuanyuan Zhan saw that his side suffered heavy casualties, and if he did not retreat quickly, he might be annihilated.
"Reporting to the leader, the seven warships of the Demon Sect have been sunk."
Xuanyuan Zhan was dressed in white, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and a domineering look on his face. He led a group of people to stand on the cliff and nervously watched the stalemate between the two sides.
When Xuanyuan Zhan saw her, he was overjoyed and said, "Ruohua, it's sister Ruohua who's here!"
Hao Ge was so shocked that the clouds dispersed. He counted the green mountains in detail and pointed at Penglai.
Xuanyuan Zhan frowned and waved his hand: "First take down the four main ships, let Wu Shuang, Shangguan Tianpeng and others lead a part of the warships to outflank them from behind and attack them from the front and rear. Then let Xing Fu lead a few good men from behind. The island invaded the main altar of the Demon Cult."
Xuanyuan Zhan frowned and waved his hand: "First take down the four main ships, let Wu Shuang, Shangguan Tianpeng and others lead a part of the warships to outflank them from behind and attack them from the front and rear. Then let Xing Fu lead a few good men from behind. The island invaded the main altar of the Demon Cult."
After speaking, he soared into the sky and struck the Dragon Subduing Battle, hundreds of meters apart, and actually cut Nie Xinghai's glazed phantom into thousands of pieces, with every strand breaking like catkins flying.
"Xuanyuan son, you were defeated by me in the Mengshan sword competition that day, and I kindly spared your life. Now I am leading a large-scale attack, but are you here to avenge your shame?"
"Leader, another warship has been sunk."
Xuanyuan Zhan was overjoyed again: "Brother Luo!"
For a moment, the gunfire roared, deafening, and the hull of the ship was continuously hit by cannonballs. There was a violent earthquake, broken wood fragments flew in all directions, and penetrated into everyone's body. Blood spurted out and screams continued.
The drizzle was continuous, the flames were dancing wildly, the smoke was lingering, and a pungent stench suddenly filled the air.
"Nie Xinghai, you are an old man, you have done many evil things, and you will be captured before you stop. I will lead all my martial arts colleagues to arrest you today!"
"Leader, another warship has been sunk."
The rockets "chichi" continuously, flying across the sky, raindrops like nails on the deck, on the cabin, on the people... The flames flew and spread upward along the mast ropes. The flags and sails of each ship soon burned blazingly, facing the wind. The roar of hunting turned half of the sky red, and the setting sun made it even more miserable.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
…
The rockets "chichi" continuously, flying across the sky, raindrops like nails on the deck, on the cabin, on the people... The flames flew and spread upward along the mast ropes. The flags and sails of each ship soon burned blazingly, facing the wind. The roar of hunting turned half of the sky red, and the setting sun made it even more miserable.
Prajna Hua was originally the third young lady of the Tang sect, but she broke up with the Tang sect for unknown reasons two years ago and wandered alone in the world. She was known as the poison-repelling fairy in the world. She was both good and evil, and acted eccentrically, but she acted according to her own temperament. He has been accustomed to poisons and hidden weapons since childhood, but his physique is extremely weak. His use of poisons is unparalleled, but his martial arts and internal strength are extremely average.
Xuanyuan Zhan saw Prajna Flower staring at Luo Xuan in shock, and shook his head helplessly, his heart aching.
On the gauze shore, cranes are used to riding on their backs, raising their heads and roaring, straight up to the Temple of Heaven.
Xuanyuan Zhan frowned and waved his hand: "First take down the four main ships, let Wu Shuang, Shangguan Tianpeng and others lead a part of the warships to outflank them from behind and attack them from the front and rear. Then let Xing Fu lead a few good men from behind. The island invaded the main altar of the Demon Cult."
I patted the langan, and the fog and flowers blew on my temples, and the sea wind was cold.
Looking around, the river seemed to be a raging sea of fire. Under the drizzle of drizzle, it was undulating and rolling, and its momentum became even more fierce. Even the river water gradually began to boil, and white mist steamed.
Xuanyuan Zhan was dressed in white, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and a domineering look on his face. He led a group of people to stand on the cliff and nervously watched the stalemate between the two sides.
Xuanyuan Zhan was dressed in white, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and a domineering look on his face. He led a group of people to stand on the cliff and nervously watched the stalemate between the two sides.
"Reporting to the leader, the seven warships of the Demon Sect have been sunk."
The rockets "chichi" continuously, flying across the sky, raindrops like nails on the deck, on the cabin, on the people... The flames flew and spread upward along the mast ropes. The flags and sails of each ship soon burned blazingly, facing the wind. The roar of hunting turned half of the sky red, and the setting sun made it even more miserable.
Xuanyuan's battle became more and more fierce, and with a long roar, the lone sword pointed straight at Nie Xinghai. Nie Xinghai let go of Xiang Hongyan, formed a seal with his hands, and used his deep internal strength to force Xuanyuan Zhan back.
The drizzle was continuous, the flames were dancing wildly, the smoke was lingering, and a pungent stench suddenly filled the air.
"My subordinate is here."
Nie Xinghai stood tall on the island's lookout tower, still calm and commanding.
The two of them faced each other for a long time with their flute sounds, but Xiang Hongyan saw that she was no match for them. Nie Xinghai sneered, and slowly placed his palm on Xiang Hongyan's back. Xiang Hongyan's internal strength suddenly increased, and a green light emerged from the flute and struck straight at the Prajna Flower. Prajna Flower took it hard, and a mouthful of blood poured out of her throat. Xuanyuan Zhan quickly shot up into the sky and blocked the green light in the air.
At this time, Xiang Hongyan also began to play the Gu flute, which was specially used to control insects. The warships from both sides retreated one after another. The river, which was already dyed red with blood, was suddenly dyed dark green by various poisons.
Xuanyuan Zhan frowned and waved his hand: "First take down the four main ships, let Wu Shuang, Shangguan Tianpeng and others lead a part of the warships to outflank them from behind and attack them from the front and rear. Then let Xing Fu lead a few good men from behind. The island invaded the main altar of the Demon Cult."
Prajna Hua was originally the third young lady of the Tang sect, but she broke up with the Tang sect for unknown reasons two years ago and wandered alone in the world. She was known as the poison-repelling fairy in the world. She was both good and evil, and acted eccentrically, but she acted according to her own temperament. He has been accustomed to poisons and hidden weapons since childhood, but his physique is extremely weak. His use of poisons is unparalleled, but his martial arts and internal strength are extremely average.
The firelight reflected on her face, her skin was as pale as snow, fresh and smooth, her eyebrows were raised slantingly, with a hint of anger, her slender eyes were curved, her eyes were filled with a smile, and her lips were plump, making people want to take a bite. , pouting softly like a peach, playing the green flute, as if coquettishly. That strange bewitching power makes people's mouths go dry and their hearts beat faster inexplicably.
"Leader, another warship has been sunk."
The black poisonous smoke was rising all around, and there were continuous "chichi" sounds, rushing like billowing dark clouds, weighing heavily on everyone's heads. They felt like they were suffocating in their breathing, and they were so bored that they felt like vomiting. It seemed to be burning with the red fire all around... One after another people were poisoned and fell down.
Almost at the same time, the flames on the grass in the valley seemed to be drawn by a hurricane, roaring and roaring. Looking down from the top, the circles rolled back like ripples, sweeping towards them in the center and spreading rapidly. It was extremely spectacular.
Xuanyuan Zhan saw Prajna Flower staring at Luo Xuan in shock, and shook his head helplessly, his heart aching.
Nie Xinghai raised his sword eyebrows slightly, with a domineering look on his face: "I didn't expect that Xuanyuan Zhan is still capable. But he wants to lead people to capture our Holy Cult Headquarters with just two or three attacks. You can't help but look down on me, Nie Xinghai. Xiang Hongyan! "
Luo Xuan turned his face away and touched the ground lightly on his toes, not touching a trace of dust. Slowly putting the Prajna Flower down, the Prajna Flower coughed slightly and shook for a few times, Luo Xuan quickly supported her.
"Reporting to the leader, the seven warships of the Demon Sect have been sunk."
Looking around, the river seemed to be a raging sea of fire. Under the drizzle of drizzle, it was undulating and rolling, and its momentum became even more fierce. Even the river water gradually began to boil, and white mist steamed.
…
Suddenly, a burst of blue mist floated from nowhere, and a clear flute sound came from the mist. Everyone suddenly felt more awake in the mist. Looking up, I saw continuous firelight on the cliff on the right bank of the river. A woman in colorful clothes and a haze belt was standing gracefully, playing a green flute melodiously. Her head was full of black hair, with dozens of thin braids combed around her ears. Along with the sleeves, the hem of the skirt is fluttering.
The drizzle was continuous, the flames were dancing wildly, the smoke was lingering, and a pungent stench suddenly filled the air.
On the gauze shore, cranes are used to riding on their backs, raising their heads and roaring, straight up to the Temple of Heaven.
The black poisonous smoke was rising all around, and there were continuous "chichi" sounds, rushing like billowing dark clouds, weighing heavily on everyone's heads. They felt like they were suffocating in their breathing, and they were so bored that they felt like vomiting. It seemed to be burning with the red fire all around... One after another people were poisoned and fell down.
"My subordinate is here."
Xuanyuan Zhan was dressed in white, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and a domineering look on his face. He led a group of people to stand on the cliff and nervously watched the stalemate between the two sides.
"Nie Xinghai, you are an old man, you have done many evil things, and you will be captured before you stop. I will lead all my martial arts colleagues to arrest you today!"
Before she finished speaking, Prajna Hua's pretty face turned cold, her murderous intent burst out, and the sound of the flute suddenly became louder and shriller, breaking through the clouds.
Everyone's hair stood on end and their liver and gallbladder were cold. But after hearing the deafening howl of a baby crying all around, tens of thousands of poisonous insects rushed toward the Demon Cult Headquarters like an overwhelming force.
"What a thunderous slash!"
Everyone looked up, only to see a man in white clothes fluttering, slowly spinning down from mid-air, like a flying fairy from the sky. Fu Shou stood proudly on the cliff. He was handsome and elegant. He looked down at the crowd with blazing eyes. He smiled arrogantly and had a hint of romantic self-admiration. He was none other than the miracle doctor Luo Xuan.
The drizzle was continuous, the flames were dancing wildly, the smoke was lingering, and a pungent stench suddenly filled the air.
Dozens of masters from various martial arts sects roared up from the waves, rolled over wetly, and rushed onto the Demon Sect's warship. They were like dragons entering the sea, rushing forward and fighting bloody battles.
Xuanyuan Zhan frowned and waved his hand: "First take down the four main ships, let Wu Shuang, Shangguan Tianpeng and others lead a part of the warships to outflank them from behind and attack them from the front and rear. Then let Xing Fu lead a few good men from behind. The island invaded the main altar of the Demon Cult."
Before she finished speaking, Prajna Hua's pretty face turned cold, her murderous intent burst out, and the sound of the flute suddenly became louder and shriller, breaking through the clouds.
Xuanyuan Zhan and others quickly held their breath and concentrated: "No, they used poison again."
Xuanyuan Zhan suppressed the anger in his heart.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
The rockets "chichi" continuously, flying across the sky, raindrops like nails on the deck, on the cabin, on the people... The flames flew and spread upward along the mast ropes. The flags and sails of each ship soon burned blazingly, facing the wind. The roar of hunting turned half of the sky red, and the setting sun made it even more miserable.
A burst of wild laughter sounded, and everyone was in an uproar. Looking up, they saw colorful clouds billowing in the sky, neon lights swaying like water, gradually forming a huge mirage-like image.
"What a thunderous slash!"
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
"Leader, another warship has been sunk."
The black poisonous smoke was rising all around, and there were continuous "chichi" sounds, rushing like billowing dark clouds, weighing heavily on everyone's heads. They felt like they were suffocating in their breathing, and they were so bored that they felt like vomiting. It seemed to be burning with the red fire all around... One after another people were poisoned and fell down.
Xuanyuan's battle became more and more fierce, and with a long roar, the lone sword pointed straight at Nie Xinghai. Nie Xinghai let go of Xiang Hongyan, formed a seal with his hands, and used his deep internal strength to force Xuanyuan Zhan back.
Everyone's hair stood on end and their liver and gallbladder were cold. But after hearing the deafening howl of a baby crying all around, tens of thousands of poisonous insects rushed toward the Demon Cult Headquarters like an overwhelming force.
Almost at the same time, the flames on the grass in the valley seemed to be drawn by a hurricane, roaring and roaring. Looking down from the top, the circles rolled back like ripples, sweeping towards them in the center and spreading rapidly. It was extremely spectacular.
I patted the langan, and the fog and flowers blew on my temples, and the sea wind was cold.
The firelight reflected on her face, her skin was as pale as snow, fresh and smooth, her eyebrows were raised slantingly, with a hint of anger, her slender eyes were curved, her eyes were filled with a smile, and her lips were plump, making people want to take a bite. , pouting softly like a peach, playing the green flute, as if coquettishly. That strange bewitching power makes people's mouths go dry and their hearts beat faster inexplicably.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
The black poisonous smoke was rising all around, and there were continuous "chichi" sounds, rushing like billowing dark clouds, weighing heavily on everyone's heads. They felt like they were suffocating in their breathing, and they were so bored that they felt like vomiting. It seemed to be burning with the red fire all around... One after another people were poisoned and fell down.
Xuanyuan Zhan frowned and waved his hand: "First take down the four main ships, let Wu Shuang, Shangguan Tianpeng and others lead a part of the warships to outflank them from behind and attack them from the front and rear. Then let Xing Fu lead a few good men from behind. The island invaded the main altar of the Demon Cult."
Prajna Hua was originally the third young lady of the Tang sect, but she broke up with the Tang sect for unknown reasons two years ago and wandered alone in the world. She was known as the poison-repelling fairy in the world. She was both good and evil, and acted eccentrically, but she acted according to her own temperament. He has been accustomed to poisons and hidden weapons since childhood, but his physique is extremely weak. His use of poisons is unparalleled, but his martial arts and internal strength are extremely average.
"Leader, another warship has been sunk."
Xuanyuan Zhan's brows furrowed more and more tightly. A month ago, several sects such as Mengshan, Qingyu, Emei, and the Beggar Clan, led by the martial arts leader Xuanyuan Zhan, united to attack Shisha Island, the main altar of the Demon Cult. The Devil's Sect's Underworld has grown in strength in the past two years, and its growth rate is staggering. Xuanyuan Zhan has always been cautious in dealing with the world, taking precautions before they happen. He cannot sit idly by while seeing the evil sect doing many evil things and getting stronger day by day, for fear of endless troubles in the future, so he invites various sects to join forces to encircle and suppress them. Unfortunately, major sects such as Shaolin and Wudang refused to join the posthumous sect, so Zhengfang's strength was greatly reduced. However, the people in the Underworld Prison are highly skilled in martial arts and cunning, and are good at using poison. The main altar of the Underworld Prison relies on natural barriers, and it is actually difficult to break into it for a long time. Xuanyuan Zhan saw that his side suffered heavy casualties, and if he did not retreat quickly, he might be annihilated.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
The drizzle was continuous, the flames were dancing wildly, the smoke was lingering, and a pungent stench suddenly filled the air.
A burst of wild laughter sounded, and everyone was in an uproar. Looking up, they saw colorful clouds billowing in the sky, neon lights swaying like water, gradually forming a huge mirage-like image.
The rockets "chichi" continuously, flying across the sky, raindrops like nails on the deck, on the cabin, on the people... The flames flew and spread upward along the mast ropes. The flags and sails of each ship soon burned blazingly, facing the wind. The roar of hunting turned half of the sky red, and the setting sun made it even more miserable.
For a moment, the gunfire roared, deafening, and the hull of the ship was continuously hit by cannonballs. There was a violent earthquake, broken wood fragments flew in all directions, and penetrated into everyone's body. Blood spurted out and screams continued.
Nie Xinghai took two steps back and laughed.
A burst of wild laughter sounded, and everyone was in an uproar. Looking up, they saw colorful clouds billowing in the sky, neon lights swaying like water, gradually forming a huge mirage-like image.
"Reporting to the leader, the seven warships of the Demon Sect have been sunk."
Xuanyuan Zhan suppressed the anger in his heart.
But in the aerial scene, a man in black robes and a high crown stood proudly. It was Nie Xinghai, the leader of the Demon Cult.
Nie Xinghai stood tall on the island's lookout tower, still calm and commanding.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
The drizzle was continuous, the flames were dancing wildly, the smoke was lingering, and a pungent stench suddenly filled the air.
Luo Xuan turned his face away and touched the ground lightly on his toes, not touching a trace of dust. Slowly putting the Prajna Flower down, the Prajna Flower coughed slightly and shook for a few times, Luo Xuan quickly supported her.
Suddenly, inexplicably, Prajna Flower spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly fell down the cliff. Everyone was shocked.
"Xuanyuan son, you were defeated by me in the Mengshan sword competition that day, and I kindly spared your life. Now I am leading a large-scale attack, but are you here to avenge your shame?"
The black poisonous smoke was rising all around, and there were continuous "chichi" sounds, rushing like billowing dark clouds, weighing heavily on everyone's heads. They felt like they were suffocating in their breathing, and they were so bored that they felt like vomiting. It seemed to be burning with the red fire all around... One after another people were poisoned and fell down.
Nie Xinghai took two steps back and laughed.
Nie Xinghai raised his sword eyebrows slightly, with a domineering look on his face: "I didn't expect that Xuanyuan Zhan is still capable. But he wants to lead people to capture our Holy Cult Headquarters with just two or three attacks. You can't help but look down on me, Nie Xinghai. Xiang Hongyan! "
Xuanyuan Zhan suppressed the anger in his heart.
Prajna Hua was originally the third young lady of the Tang sect, but she broke up with the Tang sect for unknown reasons two years ago and wandered alone in the world. She was known as the poison-repelling fairy in the world. She was both good and evil, and acted eccentrically, but she acted according to her own temperament. He has been accustomed to poisons and hidden weapons since childhood, but his physique is extremely weak. His use of poisons is unparalleled, but his martial arts and internal strength are extremely average.
For a moment, the gunfire roared, deafening, and the hull of the ship was continuously hit by cannonballs. There was a violent earthquake, broken wood fragments flew in all directions, and penetrated into everyone's body. Blood spurted out and screams continued.
"Nie Xinghai, you are an old man, you have done many evil things, and you will be captured before you stop. I will lead all my martial arts colleagues to arrest you today!"
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
Everyone's hair stood on end and their liver and gallbladder were cold. But after hearing the deafening howl of a baby crying all around, tens of thousands of poisonous insects rushed toward the Demon Cult Headquarters like an overwhelming force.
On the gauze shore, cranes are used to riding on their backs, raising their heads and roaring, straight up to the Temple of Heaven.
"Nie Xinghai, you are an old man, you have done many evil things, and you will be captured before you stop. I will lead all my martial arts colleagues to arrest you today!"
Nie Xinghai stood tall on the island's lookout tower, still calm and commanding.
Nie Xinghai took two steps back and laughed.
But in the aerial scene, a man in black robes and a high crown stood proudly. It was Nie Xinghai, the leader of the Demon Cult.
After speaking, he soared into the sky and struck the Dragon Subduing Battle, hundreds of meters apart, and actually cut Nie Xinghai's glazed phantom into thousands of pieces, with every strand breaking like catkins flying.
After speaking, he soared into the sky and struck the Dragon Subduing Battle, hundreds of meters apart, and actually cut Nie Xinghai's glazed phantom into thousands of pieces, with every strand breaking like catkins flying.
Xuanyuan Zhan was overjoyed again: "Brother Luo!"
For a moment, the gunfire roared, deafening, and the hull of the ship was continuously hit by cannonballs. There was a violent earthquake, broken wood fragments flew in all directions, and penetrated into everyone's body. Blood spurted out and screams continued.
Suddenly, a burst of blue mist floated from nowhere, and a clear flute sound came from the mist. Everyone suddenly felt more awake in the mist. Looking up, I saw continuous firelight on the cliff on the right bank of the river. A woman in colorful clothes and a haze belt was standing gracefully, playing a green flute melodiously. Her head was full of black hair, with dozens of thin braids combed around her ears. Along with the sleeves, the hem of the skirt is fluttering.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
Before she finished speaking, Prajna Hua's pretty face turned cold, her murderous intent burst out, and the sound of the flute suddenly became louder and shriller, breaking through the clouds.
Nie Xinghai just laughed wildly when he saw it: "How can a little poison-converting fairy do anything to me?"
On the gauze shore, cranes are used to riding on their backs, raising their heads and roaring, straight up to the Temple of Heaven.
Xuanyuan Zhan saw Prajna Flower staring at Luo Xuan in shock, and shook his head helplessly, his heart aching.
The firelight reflected on her face, her skin was as pale as snow, fresh and smooth, her eyebrows were raised slantingly, with a hint of anger, her slender eyes were curved, her eyes were filled with a smile, and her lips were plump, making people want to take a bite. , pouting softly like a peach, playing the green flute, as if coquettishly. That strange bewitching power makes people's mouths go dry and their hearts beat faster inexplicably.
Nie Xinghai just laughed wildly when he saw it: "How can a little poison-converting fairy do anything to me?"
The firelight reflected on her face, her skin was as pale as snow, fresh and smooth, her eyebrows were raised slantingly, with a hint of anger, her slender eyes were curved, her eyes were filled with a smile, and her lips were plump, making people want to take a bite. , pouting softly like a peach, playing the green flute, as if coquettishly. That strange bewitching power makes people's mouths go dry and their hearts beat faster inexplicably.
On the gauze shore, cranes are used to riding on their backs, raising their heads and roaring, straight up to the Temple of Heaven.
Dozens of masters from various martial arts sects roared up from the waves, rolled over wetly, and rushed onto the Demon Sect's warship. They were like dragons entering the sea, rushing forward and fighting bloody battles.
Before she finished speaking, Prajna Hua's pretty face turned cold, her murderous intent burst out, and the sound of the flute suddenly became louder and shriller, breaking through the clouds.
Xuanyuan Zhan was dressed in white, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and a domineering look on his face. He led a group of people to stand on the cliff and nervously watched the stalemate between the two sides.
Nie Xinghai took two steps back and laughed.
I patted the langan, and the fog and flowers blew on my temples, and the sea wind was cold.
Luo Xuan quickly flew over, held her in his arms with one hand, tapped a rock, and held her up in the air. He lowered his head, only to see the Prajna flower in his arms looking at him with a smile, his eyes moving. His eyes were full of affection that was about to overflow.
At this time, Xiang Hongyan also began to play the Gu flute, which was specially used to control insects. The warships from both sides retreated one after another. The river, which was already dyed red with blood, was suddenly dyed dark green by various poisons.
When Xuanyuan Zhan saw her, he was overjoyed and said, "Ruohua, it's sister Ruohua who's here!"
Xuanyuan Zhan saw Prajna Flower staring at Luo Xuan in shock, and shook his head helplessly, his heart aching.
Suddenly, inexplicably, Prajna Flower spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly fell down the cliff. Everyone was shocked.
At this time, Xiang Hongyan also began to play the Gu flute, which was specially used to control insects. The warships from both sides retreated one after another. The river, which was already dyed red with blood, was suddenly dyed dark green by various poisons.
Looking around, the river seemed to be a raging sea of fire. Under the drizzle of drizzle, it was undulating and rolling, and its momentum became even more fierce. Even the river water gradually began to boil, and white mist steamed.
"Third Miss of the Tang family!" Everyone cheered.
Nie Xinghai just laughed wildly when he saw it: "How can a little poison-converting fairy do anything to me?"
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
Nie Xinghai just laughed wildly when he saw it: "How can a little poison-converting fairy do anything to me?"
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
Suddenly, a huge beam of silver light struck down from mid-air, and anyone who was so bright could not open their eyes. Nie Xinghai was horrified. He drew out the sword from his waist and slashed it into the light. Amidst the rumbling sound, the air waves billowed outwards like a whirlpool and exploded outwards. They were strange and strange, like the unpredictable neon clouds and rainbows, magnificent and weird, and the atmosphere was myriad.
Almost at the same time, the flames on the grass in the valley seemed to be drawn by a hurricane, roaring and roaring. Looking down from the top, the circles rolled back like ripples, sweeping towards them in the center and spreading rapidly. It was extremely spectacular.
Suddenly, inexplicably, Prajna Flower spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly fell down the cliff. Everyone was shocked.
Luo Xuan quickly flew over, held her in his arms with one hand, tapped a rock, and held her up in the air. He lowered his head, only to see the Prajna flower in his arms looking at him with a smile, his eyes moving. His eyes were full of affection that was about to overflow.
Xuanyuan Zhan frowned and waved his hand: "First take down the four main ships, let Wu Shuang, Shangguan Tianpeng and others lead a part of the warships to outflank them from behind and attack them from the front and rear. Then let Xing Fu lead a few good men from behind. The island invaded the main altar of the Demon Cult."
Before she finished speaking, Prajna Hua's pretty face turned cold, her murderous intent burst out, and the sound of the flute suddenly became louder and shriller, breaking through the clouds.
Before she finished speaking, Prajna Hua's pretty face turned cold, her murderous intent burst out, and the sound of the flute suddenly became louder and shriller, breaking through the clouds.
Suddenly, a burst of blue mist floated from nowhere, and a clear flute sound came from the mist. Everyone suddenly felt more awake in the mist. Looking up, I saw continuous firelight on the cliff on the right bank of the river. A woman in colorful clothes and a haze belt was standing gracefully, playing a green flute melodiously. Her head was full of black hair, with dozens of thin braids combed around her ears. Along with the sleeves, the hem of the skirt is fluttering.
"Xuanyuan son, you were defeated by me in the Mengshan sword competition that day, and I kindly spared your life. Now I am leading a large-scale attack, but are you here to avenge your shame?"
Xuanyuan Zhan saw Prajna Flower staring at Luo Xuan in shock, and shook his head helplessly, his heart aching.
Before she finished speaking, Prajna Hua's pretty face turned cold, her murderous intent burst out, and the sound of the flute suddenly became louder and shriller, breaking through the clouds.
The firelight reflected on her face, her skin was as pale as snow, fresh and smooth, her eyebrows were raised slantingly, with a hint of anger, her slender eyes were curved, her eyes were filled with a smile, and her lips were plump, making people want to take a bite. , pouting softly like a peach, playing the green flute, as if coquettishly. That strange bewitching power makes people's mouths go dry and their hearts beat faster inexplicably.
"Leader, another warship has been sunk."
With a big wave of his hand: "Withdraw..."
Luo Xuan quickly flew over, held her in his arms with one hand, tapped a rock, and held her up in the air. He lowered his head, only to see the Prajna flower in his arms looking at him with a smile, his eyes moving. His eyes were full of affection that was about to overflow.
Everyone's hair stood on end and their liver and gallbladder were cold. But after hearing the deafening howl of a baby crying all around, tens of thousands of poisonous insects rushed toward the Demon Cult Headquarters like an overwhelming force.
Looking around, the river seemed to be a raging sea of fire. Under the drizzle of drizzle, it was undulating and rolling, and its momentum became even more fierce. Even the river water gradually began to boil, and white mist steamed.
Prajna Hua was originally the third young lady of the Tang sect, but she broke up with the Tang sect for unknown reasons two years ago and wandered alone in the world. She was known as the poison-repelling fairy in the world. She was both good and evil, and acted eccentrically, but she acted according to her own temperament. He has been accustomed to poisons and hidden weapons since childhood, but his physique is extremely weak. His use of poisons is unparalleled, but his martial arts and internal strength are extremely average.
Xuanyuan Zhan suppressed the anger in his heart.
I patted the langan, and the fog and flowers blew on my temples, and the sea wind was cold.
Xuanyuan Zhan was dressed in white, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and a domineering look on his face. He led a group of people to stand on the cliff and nervously watched the stalemate between the two sides.
Nie Xinghai raised his sword eyebrows slightly, with a domineering look on his face: "I didn't expect that Xuanyuan Zhan is still capable. But he wants to lead people to capture our Holy Cult Headquarters with just two or three attacks. You can't help but look down on me, Nie Xinghai. Xiang Hongyan! "
Xuanyuan Zhan's brows furrowed more and more tightly. A month ago, several sects such as Mengshan, Qingyu, Emei, and the Beggar Clan, led by the martial arts leader Xuanyuan Zhan, united to attack Shisha Island, the main altar of the Demon Cult. The Devil's Sect's Underworld has grown in strength in the past two years, and its growth rate is staggering. Xuanyuan Zhan has always been cautious in dealing with the world, taking precautions before they happen. He cannot sit idly by while seeing the evil sect doing many evil things and getting stronger day by day, for fear of endless troubles in the future, so he invites various sects to join forces to encircle and suppress them. Unfortunately, major sects such as Shaolin and Wudang refused to join the posthumous sect, so Zhengfang's strength was greatly reduced. However, the people in the Underworld Prison are highly skilled in martial arts and cunning, and are good at using poison. The main altar of the Underworld Prison relies on natural barriers, and it is actually difficult to break into it for a long time. Xuanyuan Zhan saw that his side suffered heavy casualties, and if he did not retreat quickly, he might be annihilated.
At this time, Xiang Hongyan also began to play the Gu flute, which was specially used to control insects. The warships from both sides retreated one after another. The river, which was already dyed red with blood, was suddenly dyed dark green by various poisons.
Hao Ge was so shocked that the clouds dispersed. He counted the green mountains in detail and pointed at Penglai.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
Suddenly, a burst of blue mist floated from nowhere, and a clear flute sound came from the mist. Everyone suddenly felt more awake in the mist. Looking up, I saw continuous firelight on the cliff on the right bank of the river. A woman in colorful clothes and a haze belt was standing gracefully, playing a green flute melodiously. Her head was full of black hair, with dozens of thin braids combed around her ears. Along with the sleeves, the hem of the skirt is fluttering.
Dozens of masters from various martial arts sects roared up from the waves, rolled over wetly, and rushed onto the Demon Sect's warship. They were like dragons entering the sea, rushing forward and fighting bloody battles.
Luo Xuan quickly flew over, held her in his arms with one hand, tapped a rock, and held her up in the air. He lowered his head, only to see the Prajna flower in his arms looking at him with a smile, his eyes moving. His eyes were full of affection that was about to overflow.
At this time, Xiang Hongyan also began to play the Gu flute, which was specially used to control insects. The warships from both sides retreated one after another. The river, which was already dyed red with blood, was suddenly dyed dark green by various poisons.
Nie Xinghai raised his sword eyebrows slightly, with a domineering look on his face: "I didn't expect that Xuanyuan Zhan is still capable. But he wants to lead people to capture our Holy Cult Headquarters with just two or three attacks. You can't help but look down on me, Nie Xinghai. Xiang Hongyan! "
The two of them faced each other for a long time with their flute sounds, but Xiang Hongyan saw that she was no match for them. Nie Xinghai sneered, and slowly placed his palm on Xiang Hongyan's back. Xiang Hongyan's internal strength suddenly increased, and a green light emerged from the flute and struck straight at the Prajna Flower. Prajna Flower took it hard, and a mouthful of blood poured out of her throat. Xuanyuan Zhan quickly shot up into the sky and blocked the green light in the air.
"Nie Xinghai, you are an old man, you have done many evil things, and you will be captured before you stop. I will lead all my martial arts colleagues to arrest you today!"
Nie Xinghai raised his sword eyebrows slightly, with a domineering look on his face: "I didn't expect that Xuanyuan Zhan is still capable. But he wants to lead people to capture our Holy Cult Headquarters with just two or three attacks. You can't help but look down on me, Nie Xinghai. Xiang Hongyan! "
Everyone looked up, only to see a man in white clothes fluttering, slowly spinning down from mid-air, like a flying fairy from the sky. Fu Shou stood proudly on the cliff. He was handsome and elegant. He looked down at the crowd with blazing eyes. He smiled arrogantly and had a hint of romantic self-admiration. He was none other than the miracle doctor Luo Xuan.
The drizzle was continuous, the flames were dancing wildly, the smoke was lingering, and a pungent stench suddenly filled the air.
…
Prajna Hua was originally the third young lady of the Tang sect, but she broke up with the Tang sect for unknown reasons two years ago and wandered alone in the world. She was known as the poison-repelling fairy in the world. She was both good and evil, and acted eccentrically, but she acted according to her own temperament. He has been accustomed to poisons and hidden weapons since childhood, but his physique is extremely weak. His use of poisons is unparalleled, but his martial arts and internal strength are extremely average.
"My subordinate is here."
After speaking, he soared into the sky and struck the Dragon Subduing Battle, hundreds of meters apart, and actually cut Nie Xinghai's glazed phantom into thousands of pieces, with every strand breaking like catkins flying.
Xuanyuan's battle became more and more fierce, and with a long roar, the lone sword pointed straight at Nie Xinghai. Nie Xinghai let go of Xiang Hongyan, formed a seal with his hands, and used his deep internal strength to force Xuanyuan Zhan back.
For a moment, the gunfire roared, deafening, and the hull of the ship was continuously hit by cannonballs. There was a violent earthquake, broken wood fragments flew in all directions, and penetrated into everyone's body. Blood spurted out and screams continued.
Hao Ge was so shocked that the clouds dispersed. He counted the green mountains in detail and pointed at Penglai.
Xuanyuan's battle became more and more fierce, and with a long roar, the lone sword pointed straight at Nie Xinghai. Nie Xinghai let go of Xiang Hongyan, formed a seal with his hands, and used his deep internal strength to force Xuanyuan Zhan back.
Prajna Hua was originally the third young lady of the Tang sect, but she broke up with the Tang sect for unknown reasons two years ago and wandered alone in the world. She was known as the poison-repelling fairy in the world. She was both good and evil, and acted eccentrically, but she acted according to her own temperament. He has been accustomed to poisons and hidden weapons since childhood, but his physique is extremely weak. His use of poisons is unparalleled, but his martial arts and internal strength are extremely average.
Suddenly, a huge beam of silver light struck down from mid-air, and anyone who was so bright could not open their eyes. Nie Xinghai was horrified. He drew out the sword from his waist and slashed it into the light. Amidst the rumbling sound, the air waves billowed outwards like a whirlpool and exploded outwards. They were strange and strange, like the unpredictable neon clouds and rainbows, magnificent and weird, and the atmosphere was myriad.
Xuanyuan Zhan's brows furrowed more and more tightly. A month ago, several sects such as Mengshan, Qingyu, Emei, and the Beggar Clan, led by the martial arts leader Xuanyuan Zhan, united to attack Shisha Island, the main altar of the Demon Cult. The Devil's Sect's Underworld has grown in strength in the past two years, and its growth rate is staggering. Xuanyuan Zhan has always been cautious in dealing with the world, taking precautions before they happen. He cannot sit idly by while seeing the evil sect doing many evil things and getting stronger day by day, for fear of endless troubles in the future, so he invites various sects to join forces to encircle and suppress them. Unfortunately, major sects such as Shaolin and Wudang refused to join the posthumous sect, so Zhengfang's strength was greatly reduced. However, the people in the Underworld Prison are highly skilled in martial arts and cunning, and are good at using poison. The main altar of the Underworld Prison relies on natural barriers, and it is actually difficult to break into it for a long time. Xuanyuan Zhan saw that his side suffered heavy casualties, and if he did not retreat quickly, he might be annihilated.
The rockets "chichi" continuously, flying across the sky, raindrops like nails on the deck, on the cabin, on the people... The flames flew and spread upward along the mast ropes. The flags and sails of each ship soon burned blazingly, facing the wind. The roar of hunting turned half of the sky red, and the setting sun made it even more miserable.
"Third Miss of the Tang family!" Everyone cheered.
Hao Ge was so shocked that the clouds dispersed. He counted the green mountains in detail and pointed at Penglai.
Nie Xinghai took two steps back and laughed.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
"Xuanyuan son, you were defeated by me in the Mengshan sword competition that day, and I kindly spared your life. Now I am leading a large-scale attack, but are you here to avenge your shame?"
"What a thunderous slash!"
"Leader, another warship has been sunk."
Nie Xinghai stood tall on the island's lookout tower, still calm and commanding.
Xuanyuan Zhan and others quickly held their breath and concentrated: "No, they used poison again."
Xuanyuan Zhan frowned and waved his hand: "First take down the four main ships, let Wu Shuang, Shangguan Tianpeng and others lead a part of the warships to outflank them from behind and attack them from the front and rear. Then let Xing Fu lead a few good men from behind. The island invaded the main altar of the Demon Cult."
The rockets "chichi" continuously, flying across the sky, raindrops like nails on the deck, on the cabin, on the people... The flames flew and spread upward along the mast ropes. The flags and sails of each ship soon burned blazingly, facing the wind. The roar of hunting turned half of the sky red, and the setting sun made it even more miserable.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
Everyone looked up, only to see a man in white clothes fluttering, slowly spinning down from mid-air, like a flying fairy from the sky. Fu Shou stood proudly on the cliff. He was handsome and elegant. He looked down at the crowd with blazing eyes. He smiled arrogantly and had a hint of romantic self-admiration. He was none other than the miracle doctor Luo Xuan.
Nie Xinghai just laughed wildly when he saw it: "How can a little poison-converting fairy do anything to me?"
"Third Miss of the Tang family!" Everyone cheered.
Luo Xuan quickly flew over, held her in his arms with one hand, tapped a rock, and held her up in the air. He lowered his head, only to see the Prajna flower in his arms looking at him with a smile, his eyes moving. His eyes were full of affection that was about to overflow.
On the gauze shore, cranes are used to riding on their backs, raising their heads and roaring, straight up to the Temple of Heaven.
Xuanyuan Zhan was overjoyed again: "Brother Luo!"
"Xuanyuan son, you were defeated by me in the Mengshan sword competition that day, and I kindly spared your life. Now I am leading a large-scale attack, but are you here to avenge your shame?"
But in the aerial scene, a man in black robes and a high crown stood proudly. It was Nie Xinghai, the leader of the Demon Cult.
Suddenly, inexplicably, Prajna Flower spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly fell down the cliff. Everyone was shocked.
Luo Xuan turned his face away and touched the ground lightly on his toes, not touching a trace of dust. Slowly putting the Prajna Flower down, the Prajna Flower coughed slightly and shook for a few times, Luo Xuan quickly supported her.
"Nie Xinghai, you are an old man, you have done many evil things, and you will be captured before you stop. I will lead all my martial arts colleagues to arrest you today!"
The two of them faced each other for a long time with their flute sounds, but Xiang Hongyan saw that she was no match for them. Nie Xinghai sneered, and slowly placed his palm on Xiang Hongyan's back. Xiang Hongyan's internal strength suddenly increased, and a green light emerged from the flute and struck straight at the Prajna Flower. Prajna Flower took it hard, and a mouthful of blood poured out of her throat. Xuanyuan Zhan quickly shot up into the sky and blocked the green light in the air.
At this time, Xiang Hongyan also began to play the Gu flute, which was specially used to control insects. The warships from both sides retreated one after another. The river, which was already dyed red with blood, was suddenly dyed dark green by various poisons.
Hao Ge was so shocked that the clouds dispersed. He counted the green mountains in detail and pointed at Penglai.
For a moment, the gunfire roared, deafening, and the hull of the ship was continuously hit by cannonballs. There was a violent earthquake, broken wood fragments flew in all directions, and penetrated into everyone's body. Blood spurted out and screams continued.
Luo Xuan quickly flew over, held her in his arms with one hand, tapped a rock, and held her up in the air. He lowered his head, only to see the Prajna flower in his arms looking at him with a smile, his eyes moving. His eyes were full of affection that was about to overflow.
Hao Ge was so shocked that the clouds dispersed. He counted the green mountains in detail and pointed at Penglai.
Xuanyuan Zhan was dressed in white, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and a domineering look on his face. He led a group of people to stand on the cliff and nervously watched the stalemate between the two sides.
"Leader, another warship has been sunk."
Xuanyuan Zhan was dressed in white, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and a domineering look on his face. He led a group of people to stand on the cliff and nervously watched the stalemate between the two sides.
Suddenly, a huge beam of silver light struck down from mid-air, and anyone who was so bright could not open their eyes. Nie Xinghai was horrified. He drew out the sword from his waist and slashed it into the light. Amidst the rumbling sound, the air waves billowed outwards like a whirlpool and exploded outwards. They were strange and strange, like the unpredictable neon clouds and rainbows, magnificent and weird, and the atmosphere was myriad.
I patted the langan, and the fog and flowers blew on my temples, and the sea wind was cold.
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
Suddenly, a huge beam of silver light struck down from mid-air, and anyone who was so bright could not open their eyes. Nie Xinghai was horrified. He drew out the sword from his waist and slashed it into the light. Amidst the rumbling sound, the air waves billowed outwards like a whirlpool and exploded outwards. They were strange and strange, like the unpredictable neon clouds and rainbows, magnificent and weird, and the atmosphere was myriad.
Luo Xuan turned his face away and touched the ground lightly on his toes, not touching a trace of dust. Slowly putting the Prajna Flower down, the Prajna Flower coughed slightly and shook for a few times, Luo Xuan quickly supported her.
"Reporting to the leader, the seven warships of the Demon Sect have been sunk."
"What a thunderous slash!"
…
Everyone's hair stood on end as they felt the overwhelming stench blowing in their faces like a strong wind.
Xuanyuan Zhan saw Prajna Flower staring at Luo Xuan in shock, and shook his head helplessly, his heart aching.
Everyone's hair stood on end and their liver and gallbladder were cold. But after hearing the deafening howl of a baby crying all around, tens of thousands of poisonous insects rushed toward the Demon Cult Headquarters like an overwhelming force.
When Xuanyuan Zhan saw her, he was overjoyed and said, "Ruohua, it's sister Ruohua who's here!"
Everyone's hair stood on end and their liver and gallbladder were cold. But after hearing the deafening howl of a baby crying all around, tens of thousands of poisonous insects rushed toward the Demon Cult Headquarters like an overwhelming force.
Nie Xinghai raised his sword eyebrows slightly, with a domineering look on his face: "I didn't expect that Xuanyuan Zhan is still capable. But he wants to lead people to capture our Holy Cult Headquarters with just two or three attacks. You can't help but look down on me, Nie Xinghai. Xiang Hongyan! "
Luo Xuan turned his face away and touched the ground lightly on his toes, not touching a trace of dust. Slowly putting the Prajna Flower down, the Prajna Flower coughed slightly and shook for a few times, Luo Xuan quickly supported her.
The drizzle was continuous, the flames were dancing wildly, the smoke was lingering, and a pungent stench suddenly filled the air.
Xuanyuan Zhan's brows furrowed more and more tightly. A month ago, several sects such as Mengshan, Qingyu, Emei, and the Beggar Clan, led by the martial arts leader Xuanyuan Zhan, united to attack Shisha Island, the main altar of the Demon Cult. The Devil's Sect's Underworld has grown in strength in the past two years, and its growth rate is staggering. Xuanyuan Zhan has always been cautious in dealing with the world, taking precautions before they happen. He cannot sit idly by while seeing the evil sect doing many evil things and getting stronger day by day, for fear of endless troubles in the future, so he invites various sects to join forces to encircle and suppress them. Unfortunately, major sects such as Shaolin and Wudang refused to join the posthumous sect, so Zhengfang's strength was greatly reduced. However, the people in the Underworld Prison are highly skilled in martial arts and cunning, and are good at using poison. The main altar of the Underworld Prison relies on natural barriers, and it is actually difficult to break into it for a long time. Xuanyuan Zhan saw that his side suffered heavy casualties, and if he did not retreat quickly, he might be annihilated.
Everyone looked up, only to see a man in white clothes fluttering, slowly spinning down from mid-air, like a flying fairy from the sky. Fu Shou stood proudly on the cliff. He was handsome and elegant. He looked down at the crowd with blazing eyes. He smiled arrogantly and had a hint of romantic self-admiration. He was none other than the miracle doctor Luo Xuan.
With a big wave of his hand: "Withdraw..."
Nie Xinghai took two steps back and laughed.
"My subordinate is here."
For a moment, the gunfire roared, deafening, and the hull of the ship was continuously hit by cannonballs. There was a violent earthquake, broken wood fragments flew in all directions, and penetrated into everyone's body. Blood spurted out and screams continued.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the strong wind remained, and the roar of artillery fire continued one after another. The waves were turbulent and turbulent, as if countless green hills were rolling up and down, dozens of warships were ups and downs, and the sound of killing was loud.
After speaking, he soared into the sky and struck the Dragon Subduing Battle, hundreds of meters apart, and actually cut Nie Xinghai's glazed phantom into thousands of pieces, with every strand breaking like catkins flying.
With a big wave of his hand: "Withdraw..."
Suddenly, a huge beam of silver light struck down from mid-air, and anyone who was so bright could not open their eyes. Nie Xinghai was horrified. He drew out the sword from his waist and slashed it into the light. Amidst the rumbling sound, the air waves billowed outwards like a whirlpool and exploded outwards. They were strange and strange, like the unpredictable neon clouds and rainbows, magnificent and weird, and the atmosphere was myriad.