Qingwu half-opened his mouth, thinking about how to talk to Lu Ran about that matter.
In front of me, there was an old man with an unlucky face coming from downwind on a small, scratchy cloud.
Only now did Lu Ran understand that in this world of immortality, if there is too much difference in cultivation level, the person with the upper hand can only stay down, and if he wants to speak, he must raise his head.
Even Ci Huan, the "No. 1 Sword Immortal of the Huan Cult" in Hui Huan's mouth, did the same when facing Qingwu.
"Old man, what are you going to do?"
Qingwu, who had the upper hand, shook his head, feeling very proud, and asked with a smile.
Master Cihuan forced a smile, bowed and clasped his fists and said, "Great Immortal, Little Immortal Raise Sword Mountain Cihuan, I have the temerity to ask you something."
Qingwu nodded and spread his hands, meaning you have something to say quickly.
Master Cihuan's expression was solemn, and he spoke the words he had prepared: "The little immortal has been refining elixirs here for more than thirty years, and has always had an unfulfilled wish. Now that I see the great immortal's magical power appearing in the world, I know that if I don't come to fight for it, I am afraid that I will lose this opportunity forever, so I sincerely ask the immortal to fulfill my wish on the spot."
Master Cihuan said such words with such reverence, Lu Ran saw it and looked at Qingwu with admiration. But what made him even more amazing was that Qingwu already knew it before Cihuan spoke again. What is Master Ci Huan’s so-called “wish”?
Qingwu smiled heartily and said: "I heard that there is some agreement between you, right? But old man, you have to be careful."
Cihuan didn't expect Qingwu to agree so happily. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "That's natural. The little immortal will definitely stop there. It won't hurt the dragon of the great immortal."
When Lu Ran heard the word "家龙", he couldn't help but grinned.
Qingwu raised his eyebrows and let out the kind of ridicule that only children would make when teasing each other: "What? I'm afraid you will get hurt, and I want you to be careful. If there are any pills that can strengthen your soul and save your life, take them first. "
Master Ci Huan was startled again, then understood, and laughed twice, but his tone remained serious as before: "Thank you for reminding me, but it's not necessary."
"Hehe, okay then, can I give you a moment to burn incense?"
Qingwu said no more, and pulled up Lu Ran beside him. The green light under his feet moved away. At the same time, the innate treasure [Tai Chi] in his hand was thrown behind him and hung in the void. The black and white turntable spun very fast, and then the one in it A ball of white flew out and immediately revealed itself. It was the real dragon covered in various gems.
Earthworm. Gem dragon. The wealthy dragon in Hui Huan's mouth.
In fact, its real name is Kunlong.
Kunlong appeared again, with phantom color all over his body. Like the "Eight Immortals", it gradually became larger, more concrete, clearer, and finally became a real thing.
The gems flash like skin, the body is coiled like a snake, the head is raised like a hill, and the eyes are like gold stars.
There was also that weird-looking horn, which made Lu Ran scream in surprise not far away.
Isn't this the "Miss Tree" around my waist?
Lu Ran looked at Qingwu, who made a "It's good if you know" expression.
Lu Ran made a grimace in return, and looked at Kunlong again, his eyes filled with wonder and brilliance.
Looking up from the ground and looking down from the sky are really completely different feelings.
The clanging sound sounded again, and various phantom lights emitted from Kunlong's body. They mixed and converged, and finally formed a long white light that tore through the sky and the earth, illuminating half of the black sky.
This huge body and the dragon scales all over it are actually like natural gems.
Green vine-like plants grew out of the gaps between the scales, and flowers and leaves seemed to be sprouting and growing continuously.
The single horn above the head is a real big tree. Lu Ranran knew how sharp it was, after all, he had fought side by side with "Miss Tree".
And the Kunlong's back, joints, four claws, and even some invisible areas are covered with diamond-like transparent sharp blades, like a mountain of swords and a sea of swords, wrapped in streaks of extremely sharp Qi, making it... People shudder.
"Dayou."
Lu Ran uttered this strange word again, and at the same time sighed again at the mystery and subtlety of creation, and finally understood what Master Ci Huan's "wish" was.
Master Ci Huan was just like him. Facing this majestic thing, he was amazed, admired, and even very frightened.
But the difference is that what Master Ci Huan likes, desires, and waits for is precisely this feeling of "fear". The more afraid he is, the more excited he is.
In the past thirty years in Wan Mountain, he had long regarded this real dragon as the target of hunting, an imaginary powerful enemy, and a peak to be climbed.
If he wants to fight this Kunlong, he must climb this peak. This is his wish, or obsession.
Of course, Lu Ran, who has always been cowardly and stubborn, cannot fully understand this kind of obsession. Lu Ran just saw this old Taoist priest with a hapless face, holding his breath and concentrating. Compared with the time when he was talking to Qingwu, he was already completely different. people.
Master Ci Huan has turned into a sword.
A sword with great fighting spirit and forgetful love for heaven and earth.
Master Ci Huan stepped on the "Sword Qi Cloud", held the black scabbard with his left hand, and made a sword-holding gesture with his right hand, ready to draw the sword at any time.
Lu Ran once saw Master Cihuan wielding a sword. It was a bladeless broad sword with an all-black blade, named [Jinghong]. On Flat-headed Peak, the old Taoist priest once chopped down his own alchemy room with one sword. .
I didn't realize it at the time, but now that I think about it, it was amazing enough.
So now, what kind of sword will Master Ci Huan use?
Lu Ran suddenly looked forward to it. Indeed, how many people in this world, and how many times, could watch a "Sword Immortal" fight at such a close distance?
What's more, his opponent is a "real dragon".
Lu Ran put away unnecessary distracting thoughts such as "Hui Huan, are you envious of me now?" and began to watch the battle with full concentration.
Qingwu said that watching a battle is the beginning of learning to fight.
Master Ci Huan still maintained that posture, motionless.
He seemed to be waiting for the moment to draw his sword, as if he was waiting for a peerless sword to come out of the furnace.
The moment of taking action may also determine the success or failure of the action.
Lu Ran thought this, and then turned to look at the opposite side. Kunlong probably felt the strong and surging sword energy everywhere in Cihuan's body. He raised his arms, hugged his claws, and turned them into a sword. The huge diamond shield, the core of the shield is as thick as a city wall, and the edge of the shield is as thin as a blade. It looks like it can be broken by one blow, and it looks very fragile.
Lu Ran knew that the fragile thing was the surface. This thing was layered layer by layer, and it was the strongest thing in the world.
The "real dragon" then looked up to the sky and roared loudly, as if to remind Master Cihuan that I am ready, please let your horse come over.
Master Ci Huan still did not draw his sword, but gradually closed his eyes.
He closed his eyes, as if he had restrained all his sword energy.
Returned to his own body.
Lu Ran saw for the second time that the old Taoist priest had turned into a sword.
His hair turned into a sword.
His eyebrows turned into swords.
His sleeves turned into swords.
His straw sandals turned into swords.
His nose, arms, waist, abdomen, thighs, and spine all turned into swords.
His Taoist crown, belt, hakama pants, socks, and sword belt all turned into swords.
Master Ci Huan has merged with the sword energy cloud under him and entered an illusory sea with only swords.
sacred mountain.
Fantasy sea.
Together.
Master Cihuan himself turned into a "sword cloud".
In the "Sword Cloud", it was like a peacock spreading its tail, and a startling rainbow suddenly appeared. There were seven sword lights, and seven rainbow colors appeared together as a mirage.
The old Taoist priest shouted and finally drew his sword.
Seven rays of sword light turned into a rainbow spanning the sky, slashing at Kunlong with an incredible angle, strength, and even precision.
Some people died, but not completely...
