In front of Jiang Xiaoyu, Mu Yuanqing looked ashamed and angry. The fishing line was tightly wrapped around her neck.
Although Mu Yuanqing's cultivation level is not bad, the gap between him and Jiang Xiaoyu is really huge.
The power coming from the fishing line was completely irresistible to her. She understood that as long as Jiang Xiaoyu exerted a little force, her head would immediately detach from her body.
When the leader of his sect saw him in such a miserable state, Mu Yuanqing could only bury his head deeply.
Beside Jiang Xiaoyu, Monk Jade controlled Yan Binghong.
Under the red rainbow, they couldn't escape at all. The only way was to test the weight of these two disciples in Lu Haodang's heart.
"Master Lu!" Jiang Xiaoyu shouted towards Lu Haodang in mid-air: "Master Lu, please show your respect and let us go!"
But Lu Haodang didn't pay attention to Jiang Xiaoyu and others. On the contrary, feeling the majestic energy in the green dragon's flames, his eyes became even more excited!
"Master Lu Tianshi! If you don't stop, your two disciples will be killed on the spot!" Jiang Xiaoyu roared, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the fishing line.
A clear bloodstain immediately appeared on Mu Yuanqing's neck.
Suddenly, Jiang Xiaoyu felt an ominous premonition. He raised his head suddenly, and a three-foot-long spiritual sword suddenly condensed on the surface of the red rainbow in the sky.
As the spiritual sword trembled, the spiritual energy in the entire space seemed to be boiling.
Then, like a meteorite from the sky, the spiritual sword struck towards the place where Jiang Xiaoyu and others were.
That speed was like lightning.
"Not good!" There was no time to dodge, and the handsome pot behind the jade stone instantly grew in size, protecting everyone within it like a turtle shell.
For monks under the Mahayana realm, Lu Haodang can force them to the edge of life and death with just a thought.
At this time, he said calmly to Lin Zhihuan: "Your skills are indeed mysterious! But the game should be over!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible barrier instantly appeared around him, and flames bombarded the barrier, unable to have any impact on Lu Haodang.
The red sword and orange sword broke away from Lu Haodang's hands and moved slowly toward Qinglong's eyes.
Lu Haodang, on the other hand, stood in thin air, ignoring Lin Zhihuan's final struggle.
The rapid withdrawal of spiritual power made Lin Zhihuan's head feel dizzy. He could die here, but Jiang Xiaoyu could not.
Jiang Xiaoyu must live!
He is the future of the Four Symbols Sect, a sun that can shine for thousands of years.
On the ground, on the bottom of the gray-black handsome pot, a huge red spiritual sword suddenly struck.
The huge impact sound made the entire ground tremble.
In the distance, the towering mountains collapsed one after another like tofu.
Mu Yuanqing and Yan Binghong, among the handsome men, were bleeding from their orifices and had already fainted.
At this time, Jiang Xiaoyu was lying next to Yushi, and on top of them was Jiang Xiaoyu's boat.
The body of the boat had lost a lot of power transferred to the pot, but even so, Jiang Xiaoyu still felt dizzy.
The jade monk next to him spat out a mouthful of blood.
After emerging from the boat, the fat man took a deep breath and said, "This guy's threats are completely ineffective! What should I do?"
As he spoke, Handsome Pot slowly shrank and returned to his back.
In the sky, when Qinglong saw the two people on the ground safe and sound, a burst of joy instantly appeared in its eyes. After a moment, the joy turned into determination.
Lin Zhihuan closed his eyes tightly. Suddenly, a Nascent Soul shining with mysterious light appeared behind him. It was his foundation, the foundation of a Mahayana monk.
Nascent Soul is exactly the same as Lin Zhihuan, except that it is only two inches tall.
Suddenly, a hairspring flew out from behind Nascent Soul.
In an instant, the size of the hairspring grew tens of millions of times.
In the sky, the thunder and lightning in the black clouds suddenly became several times denser.
Under the thunder, the enlarged body of Gossamer actually grew into a green dragon.
But the aura exuding from this green dragon was extremely cold. It danced and then flew away into the distance.
Lin Zhihuan's voice suddenly appeared in Jiang Xiaoyu's head: Follow the ice dragon and let it open the border of Red Rainbow for you!
Jiang Xiaoyu's head immediately came to his senses, he pulled up the jade stone and chased in the direction of the ice dragon.
"Huh?" Lu Haodang frowned. He could see through Lin Zhihuan's intention at a glance.
His purpose for coming this time was to catch Jiang Xiaoyu. Knowing the power of the blue dragon, he could not guarantee that his red rainbow barrier could withstand the ice dragon's attack.
The red sword and orange sword instantly appeared at his feet, and Lu Haodang's figure moved quickly in the direction of Jiang Xiaoyu.
"Stop leaving!" Qinglong shouted Lin Zhihuan's voice in the air. Then, Qinglong moved his waist and chased after Lu Haodang.
In the dragon's mouth, the flames are like pillars.
However, its speed is still a little slower than Lu Haodang.
In a moment, Lu Haodang was about to catch up with Jiang Xiaoyu.
Feeling the powerful aura behind him, Jiang Xiaoyu's heart was in his throat.
He knew that once he fell into that person's hands, the consequences would be disastrous.
Binglong also felt Lu Haodang's aura, and turned back suddenly to protect Jiang Xiaoyu.
In the sky, two green dragons with completely different auras faced each other. In the middle of them was Lu Haodang, who was holding two red and orange swords.
"Master Lu, let my disciples leave, otherwise, even if I die, Qinghongxuan will have to face endless revenge from the Four Symbols Sect!"
"Hahahaha!" Lu Haodang laughed loudly and said: "What I want is not your disciples, but the Jianghe of the Beast Control Sect! And you, Lin Zhihuan, actually protect the people of the Beast Control Sect, you Four Xiang Sect, even if
I’m not angry, but I definitely don’t dare to be the enemy of the entire cultivation world!”
The flames and glaciers came from two different directions, and their targets were all Lu Haodang.
Even Lu Haodang dare not underestimate the destructive power produced by the intersection of ice and fire.
His figure flashed, but the power of ice and fire still brushed the ends of his hair.
In an instant, several strands of his long hair turned into fly ash.
There was no concealment of anger in Lu Haodang's eyes.
For the first time in so many years, someone really hurt him, and this person was actually just a monk in the middle stage of Mahayana.
Even if it was just a few strands of long hair, this kind of humiliation was enough to inspire Lu Haodang's monstrous murderous intent.
"The mayfly shakes the tree!" Lu Haodang snorted coldly and disappeared directly.
The next moment, Orange Rainbow appears!
The orange rainbow is not big, on the contrary, it is pitifully small.
It was like a ribbon, flying above Lu Haodang's head.
"Kill!" This word is extremely cold!
In an instant, the orange rainbow split into two and strangled the two green dragons' necks directly.
Lu Haodang created another magic formula, and the power on the orange rainbow instantly increased tens of millions of times.
The two blue dragons, which were majestic a moment ago, started to struggle violently at this moment.
However, the orange rainbow around her neck became tighter and tighter.
Then, in the orange rainbow, thousands more hairsprings pierced directly into Qinglong's neck.
The orange hairspring continues to stretch along the Qinglong's meridians...
But in the blink of an eye, dense orange lines appeared on the two green dragons in the sky.
That look makes people shudder.
Lu Haodang glanced at Lin Zhihuan and said coldly: "Everything! It's over!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the orange hairsprings deep into the Qinglong Meridian exploded instantly!
The two poor green dragons had their necks strangled so tightly that they couldn't even let out a weak scream.
In the colorful sky are beautiful fireworks.
That kind of beauty is exactly like life.
In the sky, a figure fell.
Jiang Xiaoyu wanted to rush forward, but Lu Haodang's figure stepped on him first.
At this time, Lin Zhihuan still looked like an elder.
There was no complete place anywhere in his body.
Lu Haodang reached into his Dantian and grabbed a dim Nascent Soul.
Yuanying opened his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of Jiang Xiaoyu.
A weak voice sounded in Jiang Xiaoyu's mind: Live, grow up, and take good care of my Xiaowan.
Three sentences, three sincere hopes.
It's like a promise, more like a last word.
Jiang Xiaoyu's heart suddenly became extremely cold.
With a thought in his mind, the wooden paddle appeared in his hand, but for some reason, the word "Feng" on it was still so conspicuous!