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Suddenly a roar came with a powerful spiritual impact, Bai Zhu immediately reacted and jumped to the side, only to see where he was standing, the vegetation was broken, the mud and stones were broken, unable to withstand the impact of the dragon's roar and exploded.

Although they knew that they were invincible, the three of them could only continue to use their full strength, and turn around with the evil flood, delaying time as much as possible.

At this moment, footsteps sounded from behind, and Yun Fan picked up his mysterious iron broom and rushed to it.

Bai Zhu was surprised and said: "Didn't you tell you not to come, what's the use of your shallow cultivation, it is better to notify the people in the two towns to evacuate!"

Yun Fan said, "I have asked others to do this. The town is my home and the inn is also there. How could I watch it be destroyed!"

At this time, the Jiaolong moved several dozen feet forward, gradually approaching the dam.

The three rivers and mountains were separated from each other, and they controlled the flying sword to attack the evil flood from different angles.

Three swords light with a powerful sword aura tore open the rain curtain, and slammed directly at Jiaolong's hideous face.

Two flying swords were intercepted by the sharp claws, and one still pierced the relatively soft part of the dragon.

With a pop, a slight blood stain appeared on the face of the Jiaolong. For that matter, the flying sword was exhausted and unable to go deep for half a minute. With a flick of its claws, it shot the sword into the river, swept by the surging tide.

"Go on! Its face is indeed weak!"

It was just this small wound that caused the dragon to raise its head and let out a terrible roar, and its body slapped the river water, and immediately water arrows shot out from the river, piercing all the living creatures it saw.

"Be careful!"

The three Xishan disciples brandished their swords and stopped these water arrows containing spiritual power.

The water arrows hit the swords, and the terrifying spiritual power impacted their bodies and meridians at the same time, making people quite uncomfortable.

Yun Fan also wielded the profound iron broom, urging the whirlwind vigor, and intercepting the urging water arrows.

My arms were sore and my mouth trembled.

Although his cultivation level was much higher than before, he was far from enough to ignore these spells that contained spiritual attacks.

Fortunately, the whirlwind vigor also helped him relieve a lot of shocks, otherwise the situation he suffered now might be more serious.

Until this wave of offensive ends.

The three of them did the same, trying to attack Jiaolong's only weakness with flying swords.

Only this time, when Feijian galloped in, the evil scorpion opened his mouth and made a whistling sound, abruptly stopping Feijian's movement with sound waves.

The situation was stalemate, and the skyrocketing river water began to hit the dam. A wave hit violently, hitting the solid rock of the protective dyke and splashing into countless drops of water.

With the power of the three disciples of Hexi Mountain, there is still no alternative to this evil flood.

"I come!"

Suddenly, Yun Fan took advantage of the momentum and waved the mysterious iron broom to attract Jiaolong's attention.

The mysterious iron broom contained a whirlwind vigor, and it rolled up a violent storm to attack the dragon. Although it was impossible to cause much substantial damage to the dragon, Yun Fan’s physical attack more or less caused the dragon. Attention.

Roar!

Howl of the mad dragon.

The sound bursts like thunder, making people deaf and dazzling. If Yun Fan hadn't been immersed in water containing spiritual power since he was a child, he would have been bleeding from his seven orifices.

Jiaolong lightning generally stretched out its four-fingered claws, caught Yun Fan's position, and slashed his head.

The surging impact force rushed towards his face, Yun Fan seemed to be suffering from the mighty power of Mount Tai, his limbs uncontrollably responded to the direction of this force, flying backwards, his body seemed to be torn apart.

Taking advantage of this short opportunity, the three Xishan disciples headed by Bai Zhu used sword moves to infuse vitality, urging strong sword aura, and attacked the weak defensive face of the dragon.

I saw that the sword aura, combined with the strength of the three, left a blood mark on the sacred face of the dragon.

It's just that, the power has come to an end.

"No, the cultivation base of this evil flood is far better than us!"

Bai Zhu retracted the umbrella with his Qi sword, her eyebrows furrowed, standing in the heavy rain, her slender figure arousing love and pity.

The Jiaolong suffered from injury, a trace of blood dispersed in the air, turning into blood mist.

The huge body drilled out of the river, and the huge head smashed with a mighty posture. The dust was flying, and the three hurriedly avoided, leaving a deep hole in the same place.

Without a single blow, the dragon started a more violent attack.

He waved his claws at the people on the shore, cut the rocks, and razed the woods to the ground.

There was a mess wherever he went.

The three of Xishan could escape, but Yun Fan, who had eaten a claw of the dragon's claw before, still collapsed on the shore, his limbs were sore and hard to move.

He heard a violent sound approaching in his ears, vaguely guessed something, but could only sit and wait for death.

"Sorry!"

Fortunately, Yun Fan was not alone and helpless. Bai Zhu found him difficult to move, and fluttered in a white robe, caught him under his body, and took him out of the attack range of the dragon.

The wisps of fragrance penetrated into the tip of the nose, not like a floral fragrance, but natural and pure, making people feel unobtrusive at all. Yun Fan became more and more confused about the gender of this white bamboo.

Bai Zhu took Yun Fan and fled from Jiaolong's offensive.

However, the dangerous situation that caused the river to surge and hit the dam was still not resolved.

Bai Zhu took Yun Fan to a safe position, and after putting it down, he took out the jade umbrella to stimulate his anger, but for the evil Jiao, it was nothing more than a tickle.

"How can this evil dragon be solved?"

Yun Fan's body has recovered a lot now, staring at the giant tooth dancing claws in front of him, thinking constantly in his mind.

At this time, there was a rapid running sound behind him, and he saw a red horse galloping forward.

The knight on horseback is a brave young girl with a tall ponytail, and red flames burst out from the silver spear in his palm, tearing the rain curtain across the sky.

"Why are you here? Didn't you tell the people in the two towns to transfer?"

Yun Fan shouted to the knight.

"That's what you told the little idiot. What does it have to do with me?" Yang Shuxue raised her eyebrows and retorted: "Besides, I have notified the guard for her. It doesn't make sense to stay in the town. Why don't you come over and take a look? , Maybe it can help."

Yun Fan wiped the water stains on his face, and pointed to the tall Jiaolong not far away: "Have you seen that, the three Xishan disciples whose cultivation level is higher than I don’t know how to deal with, come here. What's the use?"

"Since it's useless, what are you doing here? Watching a show?"

"I'm not here, how do I know if I'm useful?"

When the two met, they quarreled inexplicably.

As soon as the voice fell, only the mad dragon roared, and a figure was thrown by the power of the dragon and hit the ground.

It was actually a disciple of Xishan, who fell quite embarrassed.

It looks like it won't be changed for a while.

Yun Fan hurriedly pulled him and Jiaolong farther away to avoid suffering.