The little dragon hid behind the white clouds in the sky and silently watched the battle situation below.

He did not take action at the first time, but was waiting and watching to briefly confirm the identities of both parties. One of them was an evil cultivator, while the other seemed to be a temporary group of troops.

Why do we say this? Because the moves these people use are so complicated and everything is available.

There are all good and bad, advanced or rough, and it is obvious that such a group of people are mixed with fish and dragons and their strength is not very good.

The most powerful ones are two, one is a male cultivator holding a big sword, and the other is a female cultivator carrying a sword box, with a good temperament.

Except for these two people, the rest of the people were not very outstanding, and gradually they were almost unable to hold on.

At this moment, an evil cultivator grinned and shouted, "I overestimate my ability. With your ability, you dare to make a decision. Go to death."

"Poison Blood Palm."

The evil cultivator looked ferocious and cruel, raised his hand and blasted it out. The palm was full of bloody smell, and it also had a black and mushy odor like a rotten corpse, which was disgusting.

At the same time, it also makes people afraid.

I would never dare to take this palm head-on. If I suffer, I will be injured by poison even if I don’t die. The vicious methods of these evil cultivators have always been like this, and poisoning is even more amazing.

Sure enough, the male cultivator holding the big sword saw this and roared: "It's highly poisonous, retreat."

But his words were still a step slower, and the evil cultivator shook his body, passed the male cultivator of the Great Sword, and came to a monk. In the terrified gaze of the monk, he slapped out his palm.

Bang!

This palm was printed on the monk's chest, and his sternum suddenly became sunken, and this was not the most terrifying thing.

A large area of ​​darkness spread rapidly in his chest and soon spread throughout his body. Then, a palm from his chest began to ulcerate little by little, flowing pus, turning into black pus, which was extremely terrifying.

After only a few breaths, the man's body fell head-on and fell into the sea.

"What a terrible poisonous palm, everyone is on guard. Don't fight with it in close combat and distance." On the side, the female cultivator of the sword box also reminded Jiaozha.

While shouting angrily, five swords emerged from the sword box and rushed towards the evil cultivators.

Seeing this, the male cultivator of the Great Sword shouted, "Everyone should be careful."

After saying that, a flash came to the side of the female cultivator of the sword box and fought side by side with her. The two joined forces to fight against the enemy, but temporarily stabilized their feet.

However, there are many evil cultivators, and gradually everyone is at a disadvantage.

Xiaolong could see this clearly. It was not because these people were not powerful and had poor strength. It was because the evil cultivators were too despicable and they attacked them with poison and snatched them. Various methods emerged one after another, and the number of evil cultivators was slightly higher.

As one goes up and the other goes down, another person has lost his capacities on the righteous monk.

"Ah, no..."

A male cultivator screamed, extremely unwilling to accept his body, and his body was cut into two pieces and he died on the spot.

"How could this happen? It's so terrible. I won't beat you anymore, I won't beat you anymore."

"This is too strong. We are no match for us at all. If we continue to fight like this, we will only have a dead end."

Such a tragic situation made the righteous monks all silent and frightened to death. They all looked frightened in fear and wanted to retreat and escape.

It is really human nature to be afraid of death.

Seeing such a scene, even the male cultivator of the Great Sword was almost unable to hold on. Suddenly he looked up, looked into the air, and shouted: "You have been watching for so long, why don't you take action? If you are willing to help us, I will thank you."

The female cultivator of the sword box also retreated and came to the side of the male cultivator of the sword.

As for the evil cultivator leader who was entangled with it, he did not rush to pursue it, but looked at the sky with great vigilance.

It’s not that Xiaolong was not careful enough and was discovered by the other party, but that he had no cover up and was watching in a panoramic manner. There were many monks like him, but other monks were hiding carefully and unwilling to show up.

On the contrary, he was particularly conspicuous.

"We are the blood butcher. If you are willing to retreat, it is of course the best. We will not violate the river. If you don't want to, you must think clearly and wait to welcome my bloody revenge, hum."

The words of the evil cultivator leader are indeed very powerful.

If ordinary monks had heard this, they would have been frightened and ran away. However, today they were unlucky and happened to meet Xiaolong.

"Hey, it's a bit interesting. It's really a narrow road for enemies. I didn't expect to meet the blood butcher here. I deserve to die."

After hearing this, Xiaolong felt very hatred.

Since they had already formed a gangster before and seriously injured Guo Jing, there was no need to stop until they died.

Thinking of this, Xiaolong simply appeared on the voluntary basis and walked out from behind the clouds and mist.

Seeing this, the male cultivator of the Great Sword and the female cultivator of the Great Sword Box both looked happy and looked at each other. The male cultivator of the Great Sword quickly said, "You are willing to take action?"

In fact, this is just a nonsense. If Xiaolong didn't want to get involved in this dispute, he would have been like other monks, who would have avoided it and stayed away from it.

He showed his attitude as he took the initiative to show his attitude.

Seeing this, the leader of the evil cultivator was furious, with a fierce look on his face, and said angrily: "Who is you? If you have the courage, please sign up. How dare you interfere in the affairs of my blood butcher. Are you not afraid of revenge?"

After all, Xiaolong was a world-destroying demon dragon with the power of a catastrophe fairyland. When he was scolded, he was immediately furious.

Of course, the bigger reason is that Xiaolong hides his breath. In the eyes of others, it is just a peak monk in the Saint Realm.

Of course, I won’t be afraid, but I will make a big fuss.

But Xiaolong doesn't care about this. Now he is really angry because he is underestimated.

"Revenge? I will be afraid of you revenge. Humph, sooner or later, I will destroy the blood butcher to eliminate the harm to the world." Xiaolong said arrogantly.

Sure enough, these words immediately shocked the scene. Not to mention the leader of the evil cultivator, even the many righteous monks were shocked.

This man was just a peak monk in the Saint Realm. He dared to say such a big sigh and threatened to destroy the Blood Butcher.

Who is this person?

"..." The male cultivator of the big sword and the female cultivator of the sword box looked at each other, and they looked puzzled.

"What is your lord?" The evil cultivator was also shocked and asked with a little doubt, but he couldn't get any idea for a while.

Xiaolong is simple in nature and is too lazy to think about those twists and turns. To put it bluntly, he is to accept the truth. As long as it is designated by Chen Xiao, he will follow the rules without any discount.

Evil cultivators deserve to die.

He sneered for a moment, and said nothing more, "Die."
Chapter completed!