Xie Xiaorong fell to the front of Master Xuanzang and disciples, glanced at the four people lightly, and said, "Where is Xuanzang?"

Her words were quite irresistible. Xuanzang was confused and quickly spoke, "It's just me, I don't know what advice the female donor can give?"

Xie Xiaorong nodded and said, "I'm here to take you away."

Xuanzang was stunned and suddenly said, "Can you be the fairy girl in Xiliang Kingdom?"

Xie Xiaorong nodded slightly and said, "That's right, I didn't want to involve too much, but Lan Yiner was really moved by you and actually let you go, so I had to come and arrest people in person."

When Xuanzang heard the other party mention the queen, he hurriedly said, "Your Majesty is innocent and kind, there is nothing wrong with it. Everything is caused by my monk. Please don't make things difficult for Your Majesty."

"Make it difficult for her?" Xie Xiaorong smiled faintly and shook her head, "You have never escaped, why should I make it difficult for her?"

Xuanzang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to thank him, but Wukong interrupted: "Master, why bother to this monster? All that is left to Lao Sun."

When Xie Xiaorong heard this, she turned her eyes to Wukong and said, "Sage Sun, do you still recognize me?"

When Wukong heard this, his heart suddenly became tight and he could only vaguely say: "Old Sun has traveled to the Three Realms for hundreds of years, and he has seen people like the sand of the Ganges River. Who remembers which one you are? You might as well report your life and let Lao Sun think about it again."

A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Xie Xiaorong's face and said, "It's best not to know each other, so you won't be embarrassed. Sun Dasheng, I came here today to bet with you. The bet is this Tang Xuanzang. I wonder if you dare to bet?"

Wukong frowned and snorted coldly: "You woman are so brave. You dare to challenge me, Lao Sun. Do you know that Lao Sun never shows mercy?"

Xie Xiaorong said: "There is no need to show any mercy. I don't know if you dare or dare? If you don't dare, how can you be called the Monkey King?"

How could Wukong ever be so provoked? Naturally, he could no longer bear it. He shouted "Monster, die!" and then flew up and hit Xie Xiaorong with a stick.

Seeing that the other party was coming in a fierce manner, Xie Xiaorong did not dare to be careless at all. She flipped her wrist and took out the nine-section steel whip and killed him in line with the convenience.

After many years, her magic weapon, Nine-section Steel Whip, has undergone some changes. It is far more crystal clear than ordinary crystals. The red light inside has turned purple and red, and it flows like a living thing, making people's eyes tingling and unable to look directly. Obviously, over the years, this master has not been idle, and his cultivation has made great progress.

When the long whip and the iron rod hit each other, the two of them had a slight striking force, but they fought evenly. However, the whip was originally a thing of hardness and softness. The whip body was immediately rolled up on the iron rod, but the tip of the whip circled up like a poisonous snake, stabbing towards Wukong's chest.

No! Wukong didn't expect that the other party's whip method would be so exquisite, and he was shocked. Fortunately, he was not an ordinary person, so he grabbed the iron rod with both hands and stirred and thrust hard, and then he resolved this secret move and took the iron rod back.

Xie Xiaorong had already had a backhand, and saw his other palm suddenly flip and a Buddhist handprint was hit. The force on the handprint was upright and extremely fierce, and it was no less than that of ordinary gods and Buddhas.

Wukong had no choice but to kick the handprint and kicked it with a loud bang. He kicked the handprint away with a loud bang, but he was beaten backwards and retreated six or seven feet before he stopped.

Obviously, after the fight, Wukong suffered some secret losses.

Xie Xiaorong succeeded in a blow, but was not in a hurry to attack, but looked at the opponent with a sneer. On the other hand, Wukong's face showed a solemn look and his ears trembled gently.

Anyone who uses whips as weapons has a bizarre and changeable moves, but its power is slightly insufficient. However, Xie Xiaorong's steel whip with the left hand and the Foyin with the right hand combines hardness and softness, but the effect is doubled, and it is difficult to deal with the end.

However, one of the seven great saints of the demon clan naturally could not retreat. Wukong snorted coldly and ravaged his body again, and then fought with Xie Xiaorong again.

At this time, he listened intently. The moves on the stick had turned into sweeps and poked them. The fragility of the steel whip was used, but they were all moves that were about to stop at a touch, which seemed much more cautious.

In this way, Xie Xiaorong could no longer easily gain the upper hand, so she had to use the steel whip and the Foyin to launch a war of attrition with the other side, and she didn't know when she would decide the winner.

Although Xuanzang was not good at martial arts, he also saw that the monster was not easy to deal with. He immediately felt a little worried and said to Bajie on the side: "Bajie, monsters are amazing, why don't you go up and help Wukong with your arms?"

Bajie smiled helplessly and said, "Master, you don't know that these two people have extremely strong cultivation, and their moves are even more ruthless than the other. If the old pig goes up, he will probably not be able to stand a few times. If you can't help, you may even drag Brother Monkey back. Why not wait until they decide the winner first?"

Xuanzang rarely heard Bajie admit that he was not as good as this monster. He couldn't help but worry even more. He wanted to help Wukong, but he couldn't get involved. He had to recite the Buddhist scriptures silently to pray for Wukong.

At this moment, Sha Seng was shocked and heard: "Strange, why are the figures of the two of them becoming more and more blurred? I can't see clearly."

The two were shocked and quickly looked at each other. They found that they were shrouded in a layer of purple mist at some point, and their bodies became hazy.

It turned out that every time Xie Xiaorong's nine-section steel whip hits the iron rod, some purple mist would inadvertently float out, but the mist was covered by the light on the steel whip, making it extremely inconspicuous.

But as the battle between the two became more and more intense, the purple mist condensed but became thicker and thicker, which made everyone see the clues.

Wukong was in the game and had already noticed something was wrong. The fog not only looked weird, but also contained an extremely domineering toxin, which made him feel extremely hot all over, and even the movement of the demonic energy was affected.

At this time, he gradually felt something bad. Perhaps, from the beginning, he had fallen into the other party's trick.

Unfortunately, the fog was silent and avoided his ears before. When he was discovered, he was entangled by Xie Xiaorong, and it was no longer difficult to get out.

Gradually, both of them were completely immersed in the purple mist, and outsiders could no longer see the situation.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, if the stalemate continued, he would be defeated by the banshee. Wukong had to grit his teeth and take out the magic weapon Fuxi Bell, which was to use the power of the magic weapon to break the thick fog formation set up by the other party.

When, when, when, the bells ring one after another, the sound waves suddenly made the fog churn, and there were signs of dissipation.

Xie Xiaorong didn't expect that Wukong would have such a method, so she couldn't help but feel shocked. However, she was not panicked, but tried her best to keep the fog dissipating slowly. Because she knew that Wukong was also not feeling well at this time, and it was actually who could hold on for longer now.
Chapter completed!