At the beginning, I accepted the Empress as a disciple, but she turned out to be a rebel disciple.

The night was endless, the turbid light scattered, the entire water town was covered with a layer of blood, and the mournful wail seemed to come from hell.

People fled, panicked, and I don't know who knocked over the candle fire, and in an instant, the flames burst into the sky, and the entire street was destroyed.

Zhang Dao is the only cultivator of the Purple Mansion in Dushui Town, and after consciously reaching the end of his cultivation more than ten years ago, he came to Dushui Town incognito and lived an ordinary life of marrying a wife and having children.

He was putting the young girl to sleep, and when he turned his head, he saw a huge evil moth tearing a strong man in half.

The man he knew, Ma Jialang, who lived in the west, made a living by fetching goods for others, occasionally helping him carry two cans of tea, and he had said in casual chat with him two days ago that he should save more money so that he could marry the girl next door.

Now this well-behaved man suddenly died in front of him, and his heart was cold.

"Sir, let's run away." Zhang Dao's wife pushed him and said urgently.

Mrs. Zhang's face was pale and full of horror, she didn't see the bloody scene just now, but the terrifying demon beast looked at it squarely.

As if he had just come to his senses, he picked up his sleeping young daughter from the house, pulled his wife and fled through the back door, joining the crowd on the street who were also fleeing for their lives.

The escape is not smooth, they not only have to avoid the tail of the dragon's sweep, but also beware of those hidden in the crowd, between life and death, they will push down their companions on the side, so as to increase their possibility of escape.

The dragon was also happy to see such a scene, and it followed unhurriedly at the end of the crowd, sneering in its mouth, and devouring the fallen woman and child.

It's a game of cat and mouse.

The noise of the firelight, the crying, and the pleading were intertwined into a tragic song, but Zhang Dao was distracted by the flight, and he always felt that there was a voice shouting in his heart.

Until his life unfolded in his mind like a horse watching a lantern, Dushui Town lived in health for ten years, the excitement when his daughter was born, and the joy when he worshiped the church...

Further ahead, he saw a white shadow, the white-clothed young man holding the sword was besieged in the mountain by dozens of demon beasts, the young man was not afraid, and he actually killed a way to survive.

The demon beast was terrified of being killed, and he only dared to watch him tremble and walk down the mountain, and the young man shook off the blood on his sword and stood at the end of the road and looked back.

Only then did Zhang Dao see clearly the face of the young man, it was his young self, and at this moment he remembered that he was still a Purple Mansion cultivator.

More than ten years is a long time for mortals, and it is a big dream for cultivators.

"Old, sir..." muttered Mrs. Zhang.

"It's okay, I just suddenly want to see, is my sword still good?"

Zhang Dao handed the daughter in his arms to his wife and instructed, "Take care of Jiao, I'll go back."

He spread his fingers and seemed to be calling. Soon, a long-sealed spirit sword broke through the air from Zhang Mansion and hung in front of Zhang Dao.

Mrs. Zhang's eyes widened and she was speechless.

"Wicked beast, die!"

Zhang Dao drew his sword and stood up, and the light of the sky reflected his back.

This battle was extremely fierce, lasting more than half an hour, the dragon was incredibly powerful, the air flow between the breaths was like a wind blade, and Zhang Dao's sword slashed on its body but could not even scrape off a scale.

Zhang Dao was covered in blood, his eyes were white, and there were all the holes that were smashed out, and he almost died under the claws of the dragon several times, but fortunately he broke through the realm in a desperate situation, and he barely managed to support until now.

But he knew that the dragon in front of him did not show real strength, and the playful appearance made him feel desperate and angry, but fortunately, he still had a sword to come.

Zhang Dao gritted his teeth and resisted, and at a certain moment, he finally caught the weak point of the evil moth and used the sword that could only be used once in his life.

Unfortunately, this sword pierced empty.

In the night, the dragon roared in annoyance and slapped it down with one claw.

Zhang Dao knelt on the ground and waited for death, but at this moment, a figure rushed out and saved him.

"Is it a rescuer... Are you the baby of the Shen family?

But when he saw the figure clearly, an even stronger despair grew in his heart.

Zhang Dao barely stood up, supporting his body with his sword, and he grabbed the teenager who wanted to rush forward: "You are not its opponent, let's go." The

young man turned around, blood and tears in his eyes, and Zhang Dao subconsciously let go of his hand.

"You ants deserve to die!"

The dragon was furious, raised its head, and it wanted to swallow these two bold ants into its belly and digest them clean.

Zhang Dao knew that his life was dead, closed his eyes and waited for death, and a moment later, the pain of broken bones in his imagination did not come, and there was an extra blue coat beside him, his appearance was handsome, his temperament was dusty, and he seemed to be an immortal.

The Qingyi immortal held his body, stretched out his hand on the back of Shen Niu's neck, and stepped in the air, placing them on the ground in the distance.

After Luo Qian rescued the two, he ran the White Tibetan Sutra, and the powerful coercion forced the water vapor in the air into rain and dew, and then, when the wind and rain came, the increasingly fierce fire was finally extinguished.

At this time, the chaotic crowd also saw this scene, gradually stopped, and asked one after another: "Immortals, did the immortals come to save us?"

"Call the wind and rain, immortal means, this is the immortal!"

"Saved, we are saved, hahaha!"

Luo Qian looked around, and when he looked at the dragon that was making waves, his eyes were cold.

"Immortal barrier, your time to die has arrived!"

Luo Qian jumped up with his sword, and the sword glowed with a blazing white light.

Seeing this, the dragon fled, it could see that the Qingyi man's realm was similar to it, and it was another high-grade spirit sword, and it was injured at the moment, not the time for a death fight.

"Want to escape?"

Luo Qian sneered, turned into a sword rainbow, and drove after him.

The townspeople on the ground looked upward, they couldn't see the details of the battle, they only saw a huge figure colliding with a green dot, the sea of clouds was shattered by them, and the sky seemed to be cut by them.

"Why would you do thankless things for these ants? Huh, you're a turtle demon?

Jiaolong did not want to entangle with the man in blue, and saw the silhouette of a turtle engraved on the man's face.

A scowl appeared on Luo Qian's face, and when he came, he forgot this stubble in a hurry, but fortunately he was seen by this evil moth.

"Since you are a turtle demon and are all water tribes with me, why are you an enemy of me? If you sue the Dragon Lord, will you still have a life? Jiaolong rebuked.

Luo Qian sneered: "If you die, no one will know."

"Arrogant, if I hadn't been injured..."

Before Jiaolong finished speaking, Luo Qian attacked.

Jiaolong was stunned, as if he didn't expect this man who looked like a fairy to start so unethically.

The two figures collided together, and the seemingly invincible spirit sword burst out with majestic sword qi, actually cutting its body through a wound more than half a meter deep.

Life and death struggle, the dragon also took out its own pressure box bottom, its whole body scale armor exploded, containing a trace of thunder and lightning power, this is its natural power, driving thunder.

In an instant, the sea of clouds was blazing, like daylight.

The thunder turned into a thunder sword in the roar of the dragon, fast as lightning.

Luo Qian also held his sword at the same time and slashed out an unparalleled sword light.

With a bang

, after the light receded, the heavens and the earth were quiet, and Luo Qian stood in the sea of clouds, holding a hideous head in his hand, and the body of the dragon fell sharply to the ground.

There are dragons in the world, and immortal swords cut them.