Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 165 Descendants of the Heavenly Master, Enter the Water and Slay the Dragon!
Li Daoxuan was silent for a moment, he finally understood why Master and Xu Jianxian tried their best to prevent Jiaolong from entering the Gan River.

The two of them are truly virtuous people in the Taoist sect!

Xu Qingxuan snorted coldly, and said: "Now is the weakest time for this dragon, if you don't take the opportunity to kill it, its magic power will only become stronger when it enters the Gan River, and no one will dare to stop it at that time .”

Li Daoxuan took a deep breath and said, "Xu Jianxian, but what can we do now?"

Xu Qingxuan looked at the bottomless Xihe with sharp eyes and said four words.

"Enter the water, kill the dragon!"

Li Daoxuan was shocked and looked at him in disbelief.

Enter the water, kill the dragon?
On the bridge deck, even if he couldn't beat the Jiaolong, if he entered the water, wouldn't he become the flesh of the Jiaolong?

Li Daoxuan looked at the turbulent West River, and there was a terrifying dragon hiding at the bottom of the river. Who would dare to go into the water at this time?

Xu Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and the sword lines between his brows shone brightly.

Clang!
The Ten Thousand Rens Excalibur under the bridge flew into his hands. Amid the fierce sword aura, he danced wildly with white hair, fluttered around in purple robes, and his gaze was unprecedentedly sharp.

"If I die, please take care of my disciples of the Longevity Palace in the future. In addition..."

Xu Qingxuan looked at Zhang Qianyang and said, "Tell Ning Yan, don't wait for me any longer."

After saying that, he jumped into the turbulent West River, and soon disappeared.

There was no trace of fear in his eyes, only the sharpness of a swordsman.

Looking at his old and thin back, Li Daoxuan was touched and shocked in his heart.

Lighten life and death with a sword, and go to Longquan with a long smile.

"You old bastard, Ningyan has never been waiting for you, stinky fart!"

Zhang Qianyang seemed not surprised by his old friend's choice, he cursed with a smile, and then jumped into the West River.

Li Daoxuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Chen Ziyu looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

Li Daoxuan looked at the unfathomable West River, felt the heavy oppression brought by the dragon, and stepped forward, but he was uncertain.

Should I go or stay?
Do you go into the river desperately, fighting for a slim hope, or turn around and run away to save your life?

……

Xu Qingxuan jumped into the icy river, and the amazing sword energy cut through the three feet of river water around him, looking for the dragon.

As for Jiaolong, the moment he saw him enter the water, hatred appeared in his eyes.

It has already recognized that the old man holding the sword, who had imprisoned him for decades, is the blood of that Taoist back then.

Roar!
Jiaolong rushed out from the bottom of the water, its huge body stirred the river, filling the bottom of the West River with an undercurrent.

Xu Qingxuan had no fear on his face, he squeezed the sword formula in his hand, the stars and clouds on the Wanren sword became brighter, pierced through the water waves with a whoosh sound, and shot towards the dragon.

Jiaolong still retains its amazing fighting instincts. At the moment when the divine sword slashed, it dodged sideways, and a wound was cut on its back, but it avoided the vital point.

boom!
The dragon flicked its tail and rolled up a thousand waves, like a huge long whip full of barbs, smashing towards Xu Qingxuan fiercely.

If it were someone else, he would definitely have to dodge quickly.

But Xu Qingxuan didn't even look at it, and then executed the sword art again, and the Wanren Excalibur suddenly became bigger, more than ten feet long, like a dragon's head gate, cutting towards the head of Jiaolong.

With this sword, he didn't choose to slash at the dragon's tail to save himself, but chose to risk his life. He would rather be smashed to pieces than kill this evil dragon!
However, Jiaolong suddenly spit out a crystal clear dragon ball, which was the crystallization of its mana through thousands of years of hard work, and it turned into a rainbow light, hitting the Wanren Excalibur.

clang!
An invisible air current swept across the river, turning the bottom of the West River upside down.

The Ten Thousand Rens Excalibur was knocked in a distorted direction, passing by the Jiaolong, and only cut off a few gray dragon whiskers.

The dragon ball was not intact either, it was cut by the divine sword.

There was a trace of heartache in Jiaolong's eyes. The dragon ball is the foundation of its cultivation, and it cannot be damaged too much, otherwise, even if it succeeds in transforming the dragon, its final strength will be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the offspring of that Taoist is about to be turned into a puddle of flesh now.

Xu Qingxuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Qingli, his natal flying sword. It was too late for him to call back the Wanren Excalibur. Seeing that the dragon's tail was about to fall on his head, he had no fear on his face, his long snow-white hair fluttered in the water, and raised his sword Stab up!

Even if he is dead, he will cut an extra scar on the tail of this flood dragon!
boom!
The Qingli sword chopped off dragon scales one by one, and the dragon uttered a roar in pain.

Xu Qingxuan's figure crashed into the bottom of the water like a cannonball, but it didn't turn into a pulp, but just spit out a mouthful of blood.

A jade seal seven cents thick, three and a half inches long and three and a half inches long, golden and glazed, white as ice and snow appeared on top of his head, with strands of celestial light hanging down, blocking the fatal blow for him.

Zhang Qianyang stood in front of him, coughing up blood.

He was seriously injured when he activated the Sixty-Nine Heavenly Thunder before, and now he forced the Yangping Zhidu Gongyin, a magic weapon that did not belong to him, and his internal injuries became more serious.

But he stood in front of his old friend with his waist like a sword, without any retreat.

Roar!
Jiaolong no longer flicked his tail, but rushed towards them directly, trying to swallow them up.

Zhang Qianyang let out a long sigh, and prepared to send away Yangping Zhidu Gongyin at the last moment. This treasure of Dragon and Tiger Mountain cannot fall into the belly of the dragon with him.

But he didn't move yet, one after another figure broke through the waves, all more than ten feet high, like a group of giants entering the water.

boom!
Li Daoxuan's avatars hit Jiaolong like cannonballs, and then rode up, or swung their fists, or held a giant sword, and smashed on Jiaolong.

Under the supernatural power of Fatianxiangdi, even the avatar has astonishing supernatural power, and every blow makes Jiaolong suffer.

Li Daoxuan's real body appeared in front of the master, and said with magic power: "Master, let's go!"

Things cannot be violated, so why sacrifice your life in vain?

The reason why Li Daoxuan jumped into the river was not to kill the dragon, but to save the master.

The master is the first person in this world who cares about him and treats him like a family member. On the road of practice, he guides and teaches with all his heart.

Li Daoxuan is a person who values ​​love and righteousness, he can't lose his master, and then walk away by himself.

He wants to become a fairy and live forever, but he doesn't want to be a cold and heartless fairy.

He just practiced the Tao and did not want to become the Tao.

Zhang Qianyang turned to look at his old friend.

In fact, he also intends to leave, but he can't let go of his old friend. Although the two often fight and look down on each other, in fact, they have long been close friends who can be entrusted with life and death.

Xu Qingxuan smiled calmly, and said: "Law the sky and the earth, you have supernatural powers, but your magic power is still shallow, so why not this evil dragon."

After finishing speaking, he pinched the sword formula, and the Wanren Divine Sword that fell into the river flew over with a clang, and was held in his hand.

The divine sword has a spirit, and it seems to have sensed the sword intent in his heart, making a resounding sword cry.

Then, Xu Qingxuan did something that made Li Daoxuan dumbfounded.

He held the Wanren Excalibur backwards, and pierced his heart with one sword!
The hot heart blood was poured on the sword, and the blood belonging to Master Xu Xun awakened all the power of the sword spirit.

At this moment, the Ten Thousand Rens Excalibur burst into the sky, and the sharp sword energy shattered the bottom of the Xihe River, and every drop of water seemed to become a sword energy.

Xu Qingxuan pulled out the Excalibur, staggering slightly, but still standing tall and straight.

"Spiritual skills and wonderful aid to the true monarch have feelings. The unworthy disciple Xu Qingxuan, who received the decree of the true monarch, suppressed Jiaolong for 57 years, was rescued by him, and harmed the common people."

"The disciple is unworthy. If he dies today, the blood of the celestial master will be cut off in the world, but this evil dragon will never want to enter my Dongchuan!"

Holding the blood-dripping divine sword, he walked towards Jiaolong step by step. Every step he took, the sword energy on his body became stronger.

"Sword madman, you sword madman, can't you give it back once?"

Zhang Qianyang cursed with moist eyes.

Facing the old friend's scolding, Xu Qingxuan just said indifferently: "I am a descendant of the Celestial Master Xu Xun."

His voice was undeniably proud.

Zhang Qianyang was startled.

Li Daoxuan took a deep look at the back of Xu Qingxuan holding the sword and walking towards the dragon. The purple robe and white hair fluttered in the water, like a lonely pine.

A certain string in his heart seemed to be touched.

Is this... a descendant of the Celestial Master?

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