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Xiang Han carefully savored the tea, feeling that the taste of the tea was very good, fitting his taste, he could not help but drink even more.

Narcissus naturally did not bother with him as she fiddled with her hair threads and exchanged a glance with Xiang Han, her thoughts becoming clearer.

Water Immortal said lightly, "Starrainbow! Hurry up and apologize to Fellow Daoist Xianglong. "

Gritting her teeth, she was extremely conflicted. On one side was the Madam General, and on the other, she wasn't willing to lower her head to that domineering Old Man Xianglong.

Xiang Long saw that Xiang Han did not speak, his wife also wanted to sit down and apologize to him, so he blew his beard even higher: "Hmph, your subordinate truly doesn't understand logic. If it was the old Taoist's temper, then he might have to take action and teach this old Taoist a lesson. "

Zhang Xinghong's angry expression became even more intense. She could not bear it any longer, so she opened her mouth and said, "What a boastful tone. I, Zhang, would like to seek your advice."

The Xianglong's gaze turned cold, and instantly, the cold aura of the entire palace began to descend.

Countless amounts of snow and ice were scattered about. A living dragon pattern carved on the bronze palace pillar turned into an ice dragon in the blink of an eye. Looking at it from the outside, the entire hall had turned into an ice palace.

At this moment, Xiang Han's expression turned cold. The originally cold main hall suddenly grew dark and bright, countless green grass breaking out from the frozen ground and blooming into colorful flowers, beautiful flowers and tender green.

Outside the hall, the sun was shining brightly, like Buddhist light shining everywhere.

The corners of Xiang Han's lips curled up in a smile.

There was only a single, beautiful woman dressed in a three-colored, flowery dress. She descended from the sky. Her words and smile made people feel that she was extremely beautiful.

Description: With bright eyes and a jade-like finger pointing at his waist, regardless of whether he is a demon or a god, he has spent a lot.

He sighed again. He wore a seven-colored painting, and his celestial feet were stepping on the flowers. A fragrant aroma filled the air, attracting the attention of people in the Immortal Realm.

"Flower Fairy!" Xiang Long was stunned for a moment before bowing respectfully towards Xiu Hua, "Why have you come out yourself!"

Stepping on the seven-colored, jade-like, shy flowers, she was so beautiful that even Xiang Han was stunned.

Even Water Immortal, who had just formed a Dao-companion, couldn't help but take a few more glances at Xiuhua, much less feel jealous of her husband.

Her voice was pleasant to the ears and even sounded like the voice of the heavens, "General Xiang, I've heard from little sister Jade Moon that you are indeed a talented young man. Earlier, you were disrespectful to Xiang Long, so Xiu Hua is here to apologize to fellow daoist for him."

Xiang Han had only begun to treat the flower like it was real, truly treating it as an equal, because before the flower came, their spiritual will had already collided, and they were at a disadvantage.

However, this was normal as well. His spiritual will was only the strength of five extremes, and Xiu Hua was one of the six kings in the Alliance. Obviously, she was one of the peak existences among all the other experts, so it was normal for his spiritual will to be a bit weaker than hers.

As for the old Xianglong, he didn't even notice when their divine senses collided. It was obvious that he was quite a bit off.

"Cultivator fairy, he's just ?" Old Daoist Xianglong was frantic.

However, Xiu Hua swept her gaze over with a smile. Xiang Long immediately shivered and shut his mouth. From the corner of his eyes, he looked at the similarly furious Zhang Xinghong with a bit of hatred.

All of this was naturally in Xiang Han and Xiu Hua's spiritual will.

The Shura spread out his jade hands, "Dao Friend Xiang, it seems that this matter has caused quite a big misunderstanding."

Xiang Han, on the other hand, smiled faintly at Xiang Long and said, "Looks like Fellow Xiang Long has misunderstood my brother quite a bit, and coincidentally, my brother has been taught by me to be somewhat mature, so to avoid hurting our relationship in the future, why not immediately end all these misunderstandings? I wonder what does Fairy Flower Cultivator think?"

Xiu Hua was stunned and turned to look at Xiang Long.

Xiang Long's face darkened, "I wonder how General Xiang thinks we should resolve this misunderstanding?"

Zhang Xinghong also looked at Xiang Han.

Xiang Han instantly smiled, "We are all cultivators, we seek the path of the strong. How about we dissolve it with force? What do you think, Xianglong?"

Xianglong was stunned: "How can it be dissolved by martial arts? Could it be that Fellow Daoist Xiang is going to fight this old Daoist? "

Xiang Han didn't hear, but Water Immortal opened her mouth first, "This matter doesn't require my husband to act!"

Xiang Han, on the other hand, looked at the Water Immortal, shook his head, and laughed, "Naturally, it's better if they settle their own matters. Xing Hong has been cultivating for quite some time, and she would benefit greatly from sparring with a Grand Master."

Zhang Xinghong was stunned for a moment and immediately lowered her head to ponder. She was not in the eight tribulations, and her swordforce was at large. Even if she encountered nine tribulations and one pill, she was only fifty percent of the cultivators.

Hearing this, the dragon immediately revealed an evil smile, "This is a good idea. General Xiang is also a wise man. Xianglong has been invited to this matter."

Xiu Hua also looked at Xiang Han with a strange expression, not knowing what the latter was up to.

Xiang Han walked in front of Zhang Xinghong and lightly patted her shoulders. He pretended to whisper something into her ear. Zhang Xinghong immediately became overjoyed and looked at the Xiang Long. The originally gloomy air had been swept away.

"Alright, then this general will ask Brother Xianglong for some advice."

Old Daoist Xianglong let out a cold snort. "If that's the case, then come with me." As he finished speaking, the old Daoist Xianglong's body transformed into an icicle as he flew through the air, leaving behind a trail of icicles. In the blink of an eye, he appeared at the top of the world of shyness, deep within the clouds.

At the same time, countless cultivators outside the palace hall of the Mimosa world also cast their gazes over.

Zhang Xinghong held a sword in each of her hands. This sword was a Grade 2 artifact, the Mysterious Green Dual Dragon Slash. He watched as the old man flew away, not willing to be outdone. His body transformed into a streak of sword-light, appearing in front of the old man in the blink of an eye.

"Junior, don't say that this old Daoist bullied the weak, but he won't dodge or block three of your strikes." The old Daoist Xianglong was an expert with great courage, but this Zhang Xinghong's swordforce was at the peak of the eighth level tribulation, so all of this was naturally reflected in his spiritual will.

Hearing that, Zhang Xing Hong revealed her pure white teeth: "Oh? Senior Xianglong, do you want to dodge my three strikes? "

The old Dragon said sarcastically, "What, you don't have enough free time? Then, how about five swords? "

Zhang Xinghong laughed involuntarily, "If so, then I will only use one sword strike. If Senior Xianglong can handle this sword strike, then I will lose. If you can't, then I will win. What do you say?"

The old man was stunned. Even if he was a fool, at this moment, he understood something. But how could he take back what he said so easily? Moreover, this was not necessarily the latter trying to escape being abused as a sign of weakness.

"So it's like that ?" The old Xianglong actually hesitated slightly.

Zhang Xinghong added fuel to the fire, "Fellow Xianglong, this sword of mine also represents my strongest attack. It's just that this sword has used some secret arts. If I am unlucky enough to die from the backlash from this sword attack, then you can't blame me for it. However, if Fellow Xianglong is unable to even receive one of my sword attacks, then you can't blame me if I die! What do you think? "

Elder Dragons were flustered and exasperated. His forehead was covered in black clouds. "Are you courting death?"

Zhang Xinghong also had a fiery temper and immediately became angry. With a loud roar, she spread across the entire world of shyness: "Old fool, do you dare to receive this sword of mine!?"

The sound of thunder rumbled and a fierce wind blew.

The world of shy flowers immediately quieted down.

Countless cultivators looked up. Countless amounts of spiritual consciousness gathered and observed, and they were all incomparably shocked.

At this time, even Xiu Hua could not help but ask Xiang Han, "Dao Friend Xiang, don't you think this is a little too much?"

Xiang Han shook his head and laughed: "Cultivator fairy, I value my brotherly love the most, but today I see how Fellow Xiang Long has a grudge against my brother. Since I have the ability, I naturally have to help brother get rid of any future troubles!"

Xiang Han could not be more straightforward.

Xiu Hua's pupils contracted. "But this Xiang Long is also a rare expert of our Alliance's army. Xiu Hua can't just watch as Fellow Daoist takes his life."

Xiang Han's smile grew wider, "What a pity! "Too late."

Xiuhua looked up sharply.

A Violet Thunder Light Sword was able to stir up endless amounts of purple thunder from the heavens. This was the boundless pressure that came from the world of the Violet Thunder Sword.

Recalling the previous time, Xiang Han had lightly patted Zhang Xinghong's shoulder twice. These two times, he had infused his spiritual will into it. The state of his spiritual will moved according to his perception; this spiritual will was naturally able to activate the world of the Violet Thunder Sword once. If it was just his spiritual will splitting, Xiang Han's spiritual will would naturally be damaged.

The second wave of pure power came from the five elements! The power of five extremes represented Xiang Han's most powerful burst. At the same time, the power of the Five Elements also suffered some damage.

This sword had Zhang Xinghong's spiritual energy, but it had Xiang Han's Sword World and the power of five extremes.

It could be said that this sword was forty percent stronger than Xiang Han's own attack.

Only this sword.

The old Xianglong was greatly shocked. A three thousand meter long golden dragon appeared behind him, covering the entire sky without even seeing its head or tail. It hovered in the air, covering the sky and avoiding the sun.

"Harmony of the Dragons!"

The purple lightning sword pierced through the golden dragon's body, causing it to emit a tearing sound of pain.

The Xiang Long's left and right hands suddenly came together, only to see a huge ice sculpture dissipating from the sky, reaching straight to the ground. The ice sculpture was engraved with a dragon pattern, giving off the might of the Dao of the Dragon.

"Eight Dragons!" The Xianglong gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which returned to the ice sculpture. Compared to the thousands of feet long golden dragon, there was another small dragon that was still alive. When it saw the Purple Thunder Divine Incantation approaching, its eyes hardened and it let out a crazy roar as it tried to devour the purple lightning sword.

"Boom!"

Zhang Xinghong sucked in a breath of cold air. While clenching her teeth, she did not slow down her grip on her sword, but she clearly felt a little powerless, the might of the eight phase dragons caused her to be unable to hold her sword steadily. If it were her own sword strength, she would have already been killed a thousand times over, but now with the power of the five pole and the sword world, it was different.

As the little ice dragon completely devoured the Violet Thunder Divine Sword, the entire world grew silent.

The old man let out a muffled grunt, and his eyes turned bright red.

Following that, another ten thousand purple lights radiated from the ice dragon, illuminating the world.

The purple sword pierced through the body of the warbeast!

While everyone else was staring in a daze, the old man, Xiang Long, fell from the sky. A mouthful of bright red blood rained down from the sky as his pale eyes dripped with tears of blood from unwillingness, unwillingness, messy beard, and the arm-like hole in his chest.

Master Cultivator! Losing to Zhang Xinghong.

The name of Loyal Martial Army, Zhang Xinghong, had spread throughout the world of the shy flower!