Xiaolong took a few steps back and immediately stood still. The wordless spiritual book in his arms activated and sucked the skills of the Wind-Chasing Divine Palm into the pages of the book. He only healed the superficial wounds!

"You--!?" The true disciple was shocked. He sat cross-legged in the air and looked at him in disbelief, saying: "You don't have any immortal cultivation, why are you still alive after being struck by my divine palm?"

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Xiaolong's mouth and he said: "Actually, I am a master!"

"Hmph, there must be some treasure hidden in your chest, let me see and tell you!" As soon as he finished speaking, countless phantoms came towards Su Jingnan, and the countless phantoms turned into countless palms, with golden light flashing.

"Bang bang bang!" Facing the attacks from thousands of hands, no matter how fast Xiaolong was, he was still overwhelmed!

The wordless spiritual book and folding paper fan in his arms were instantly snatched away by this true disciple!

The phantom disappeared, and he appeared seven or eight feet away from Xiaolong, flipping through the wordless spiritual book. He actually couldn't see the skills he had absorbed into it. When he saw a blank piece of paper, he smiled and said: "This is just a broken book, give it back to you!"

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The wordless spiritual book flew in the air, and Xiaolong flew to catch it.

The true disciple looked at the folding paper fan and said disappointedly: "What a broken weapon, I'll give it back to you--!" The folding paper fan was thrown into the air by him, and Xiaolong flew to catch it.

"You don't have any treasure, so why can you withstand my Wind-Chasing Divine Palm? Who are you? I'm sorry you hid your cultivation and failed! I don't believe it, come again!"

The true disciple jumped up, crossed his hands, and countless illusory hand shadows came to attack. Xiaolong spread his arms and flew his legs, suddenly opened the folding fan, forced out the inner energy of his Dantian, and headed forward again.

"Bang bang bang--!" The folding fan blocked countless hand shadows.

The true disciple's true energy was transmitted to the folding fan, and the folding fan instantly flashed with golden light, like lightning. When the true energy flow touched Su Jingnan, his arm went numb, he was knocked far away, and almost fell into the pool in the middle.

If you have real energy, you are powerful. Xiaolong is envious and jealous.

The folded paper fan in his hand returned to its original shape, the golden light disappeared, but the landscape painting on the fan and the two long swords floating on it became clear!

"Ah, your fan is actually a treasure! It belongs to me!" The true disciple was extremely excited, and turned into several afterimages, attacking Xiaolong.

Countless hand shadows struck again.

There is true energy on the shadow of the hand, which is a good way to sacrifice and refine weapons, but I have to risk my life! Anyway, there is the Yuanshi Demonic Pill to protect my body, so go ahead!

Thinking about it, the little dragon jumped up from the edge of the pool and waved the paper fan.

The paper fan intertwined with countless hand shadows. He was threatened by the true energy and was hit against the opposite wall. What was worse was that the folding fan was also taken away by him.

True disciples are so powerful. When did I have such a profound cultivation level?

"Haha, the good treasure belongs to me, but I don't want people to say that I stole the treasure, so the only way is to kill you!"

The true disciple raised one hand high, and an immortal sword fell into the palm of his hand...

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiaolong was thinking of thirty-six strategies, and the best option was to sneak away, when he heard two "swish" sounds, and two fairy flying swords flew out from the folded paper fan in the hand of the true disciple.

Very unreal.

Two flying swords came out parallel and flew in the air.

"Ah?" the true disciple sighed: "It is indeed a treasure!" He hid the fairy sword in his hand and jumped to grab the two red fairy swords. He reached out to grab them, but they were empty, but there was no touch.

It turns out to be the Sword of Illusion.

The true disciple was astonished!

Xiaolong stood there, raised his head and looked at it, amazed, and thought to himself: "No, the paper fan cannot fall into that guy's hands, I want to take it back!"

The true disciple could not grasp the two swords, so he had to stand in the air, holding a folding paper fan, and danced wildly. The two red illusory swords were driven by the folding paper fan and danced wildly in the air along with his movements.

"Haha--!" When he was laughing proudly, suddenly, two illusory swords stabbed at him like chasing stars and chasing the moon. They tore the air, blazing fire, and furious!

"Ah?" The true disciple quickly moved the folded paper fan in his hand. Unexpectedly, two illusory swords struck at him faster! He had no choice but to throw the folded paper fan into the air, and the two illusory swords shot at the paper fan.

Hidden in the landscape paintings of paper fans.

Xiaolong suddenly understood that the paper fan was the scabbard of the two fairy swords. Hahaha, he took the opportunity to jump up high and reached out to grab the folding paper fan.

When the true disciple saw this, he stood in the air, pinched his fingers with his left hand, raised his right hand high, and a fairy sword fell into the palm of his hand. He aimed at the little dragon, made a stroke in the air, and a semicircular arc of golden light swept across.

As fast as lightning.

Xiaolong had already grabbed the paper fan in his hand, and hurriedly danced it wildly in panic. The two red fairy swords shot out again, intertwined with each other, and stabbed at the true teleporter standing in the air.

The true disciple used the fairy sword to block horizontally and vertically, and the two illusory swords turned around and returned, stabbing Xiaolong in parallel.

The little dragon knew that they might want to return to the fan again, so he didn't panic. He held the fan and waited for them to return to their nest!

"I didn't expect that this folding paper fan is so magical. I didn't spend this night in vain. I actually refined the paper fan with the help of zhenqi! Now I can't be sure who is the owner of this paper fan. When I go back and sacrifice with blood, I will become it.

The master is here, Gaga!

The little dragon wanted to escape, but the true disciple was willing to let him go. Instead of chasing him, he still stood in the air, hiding the fairy sword in his hand, spreading his arms, and two roaring dragons flew out from behind.

Crazy Dragon Roaring Technique!

Xiaolong's heart was high. The last time he met Leng Lie, he was a low-level immortal, and the roaring dragon skill he used was so powerful, and the person in front of him must have a higher cultivation level than Leng Lie. The roaring dragon was so powerful.

The gong must also be extraordinary!

Run away quickly!

He stretched out his arms and used Qinggong to fly out of the cave.

With two roars, two dragons rushed out in pursuit!

The true disciple used the third skill of the Mad Dragon Roaring Skill: Double Dragons Killing Demons!

Whoosh!

It was so fast. Fortunately, Xiaolong had received extreme speed training, and the Primordial Demonic Pill in his body was activated by his own potential at the critical moment. Although the two angry dragons were close at hand, they never caught up.

If it was Feng Yunhai, the "Golden Boy of Wind and Fire" who made the roar of the mad dragon today, then Xiaolong would definitely die!

After escaping from danger with lingering fear, Xiaolong suddenly felt very excited. This exciting feeling of surviving the disaster was like surpassing the limit of practicing martial arts, which made him feel fulfilled.

Suddenly, the little dragon turned around in the air, took out the wordless spiritual book from his arms, flipped through a page, and aimed at the two dragons that were chasing him.

"Ouch!" Two illusory dragons looked up to the sky and stood upright, roaring. But they stopped chasing! Finally, they disappeared alive in the air, and on a page of the wordless spiritual book, two dragons looked up at the sky and people stood up.

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Gaga, I’ve collected it again!

Although Xiaolong didn't know what the use of these exercises in Wuzilingshu was, he thought it was really fun. Let's collect them. The more the merrier, maybe they will be of great use in the future, quack!

When he decided to fly out of "Woxian Manor", he suddenly saw a true female disciple in light blue clothes rising and falling in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side of the lake. The fairy sword in her hand was flying in the wind, and the golden sword flowers in the sky were like blooming fireworks, dazzling.

The sword technique is exactly "Xuan Tian Feng Wu Jue"

Her sword dance is like a dance, and she looks stunningly beautiful.

Although the night was dark, Dan Xiaolong's martial arts cultivation was in the realm of martial arts, so he could see clearly in the dark night. He recognized her, and she was actually Hua Shanshan!

"Hmph, this woman is cruel and ruthless. I don't have the cultivation of immortality now, and I can't touch the stone with my eggs. It's better to avoid her!" Thinking about it, Xiaolong flew around her in the air.

"Who?" Hua Shanshan was very sensitive. With a sweep of her consciousness, she had a panoramic view. She saw a black shadow passing by in front of her eyes!

She stopped dancing the sword, and with a stroke of her feet, the fairy sword actually appeared on the floor of her feet, like a skateboard, using the sea of ​​flowers as the ground, and quickly slid away. The sea of ​​flowers was ups and downs, and swarms of bees were flying around. When she slid out of the flower sea, the fairy sword jumped under her feet.

Get up, rush into the sky, and chase after the black shadow!

So fast!

Xiaolong felt a strong wind coming from behind him.

"Stop, you are lying down in the Immortal Manor at night, do you want your life?" Hua Shanshan, who was stepping on the Immortal Sword, was angry. She pinched her fingers with her left hand and used the Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi gun. In the blink of an eye, she appeared in front of Xiaolong.

Xiaolong was running too fast, and suddenly a person appeared in front of him. Due to his inertia, he jumped on Hua Shanshan and grabbed the bulge on her chest with both hands. His hands felt warm and trembling, so comfortable!

The two of them were frozen in the air.

Hua Shanshan was so angry that her orifices were filled with smoke, and she yelled: "Go to hell!"|Pinching the fingers of her left hand, she used the palm of Zhui Feng Shen and slapped Su Jingnan on the chest. The wordless spiritual book in her arms sucked the technique into the pages of the book.

In order to escape as soon as possible, Su Jingnan pretended to be injured, flew his body ten feet away, and landed heavily on the ground without moving at all!

"Huh, bastard! I won't forgive you even if you die. Take another strike from my sword!" Hua Shanshan jumped a height in the air, and the fairy sword at her feet bounced into her hand. She danced towards the little dragon in the air, and thousands of fairy swords flew out from the air.

The illusory flying sword stabbed towards Su Jingnan in dense black masses.

Like a downpour!

"Holy shit, you damn bitch, you hate her so much?" Xiaolong turned over and escaped through the air, but the thousands of flying swords were chasing after her as if they had eyes.

Fortunately he has speed!

"Conquer the devil by stepping on the sword!" Hua Shanshan stepped on countless illusory flying swords and chased the little dragon with the fairy sword in her hand!

"Mom, she hates her so much!" Xiaolong was sweating profusely! He ran as fast as he could.

Hua Shanshan used the first move of "Xuan Tian Feng Wu Jue" in the air: Xuantian Fairy Dance.

Two pretty and graceful beauties emerged from the fairy sword, with flower-like smiles blooming on their flawless faces. They stretched out their orchid fingers, crawled and flew, catching up with the little dragon like shooting stars, dancing around him.

Xiaolong stood in the air and was slightly startled. Damn, what kind of skill is this? Two beauties appeared unexpectedly. No, even if I take the risk, I have to see clearly!

A vicious smile appeared on the corner of Hua Shanshan's mouth in the distance. Under her sword dance, the two beauties were unable to dance. Su Jingnan's eyes lit up and she laughed in her heart: "Damn, how can I look like the one in QQ Dance?"

Dance?”

Suddenly, Hua Shanshan in the distance chanted a spell with her left hand, and the two beauties turned into two flying swords and stabbed at Xiaolong. Fortunately, he had received extreme reaction training before, so he easily dodged it and hurriedly ran away.

Hua Shanshan was stunned and thought to herself: "This person is not simple, he can actually dodge the Xuantian Phoenix Dance Technique?"

In fact, it's not that Xiaolong is not simple, but that her Xuantian Phoenix Dance Technique has not been practiced to a certain level. If the person who uses Xuantian Phoenix Dance Technique today is the Furious Phoenix Zhong Ling'er, then Xiaolong will die!

Hua Shanshan was very persistent. She used her best technique: Star Movement**. But it was also the most terrible last technique: Everything is natural!
Chapter completed!