Spiritual Qi Recovery: I Am Back As A Fairy

Chapter 110 Today, On Behalf Of The Boatman, He Unleashes The Sword And Slays The Dragon For The Peo

The huge waves beat against the rocks, and the splashed water was under the powerful force, forming a sky full of water mist.

The sky was thundering and lightning, and the dark clouds were densely covered, and the evil dragon was making waves again, ruining the common people along the coast.

Su Dingxin looked at a dilapidated boat, braved the wind and rain, and slowly rowed towards it like a storm.

The old man on the boat trembled, and threw the package far away. When he opened it, he found a lot of dried fish inside.

"Wild Taoist, I may not be able to give you fish in the future. I have mastered the sword, and it is time for me to slay the dragon."

The old boatman stroked his beloved sword in his hand, his eyes were full of seriousness.

"Wait for another twenty years, I'll go out of the island and cut it for you." Su Dingxin looked at the dried fish under his feet and said in a deep voice.

Trapped on the island by Heavenly Dao, his power is impenetrable, and even the fish in the sea cannot be salvaged.

In the past thirty years, if it wasn't for the occasional fish brought by the boatman, he might have forgotten the taste of mortal food.

"I can't wait any longer. I've been waiting for thirty years. If I wait another twenty years, I'm afraid that if I wait any longer, I will be afraid of death. The sword in my hand will rust again, and I will lose my Sword Qi."

"So what if it's rusty, when I go out, you don't need to make a move, just watch the battle from the sidelines."

"No, when there was a flood that year, those who were washed away by the family were washed away, and those who were eaten were eaten. I made a great wish to kill the dragon with my own hands!"

"Wild Taoist, why in the past thirty years, you are still handsome and handsome, while I am old and out of shape. Could it be that you are really a fairy..."

While slowly pulling out the sword in his hand, he chattered, sitting on the side of the boat, like an old man who lost his soul, sighing for a while, no longer the crispness and ease of his youth.

"But, let me ask you, since there are real immortals in this world, why would they allow this evil dragon to harm mortals like this..."

"Immortal, shouldn't you save the common people..."

As he spoke, the sword was completely out of its sheath, and Sword Qi spat out lightly, it was the painstaking efforts of thirty years, without Spiritual Qi, only his will to infuse with all his strength.

Su Ding was touched a little, looking at the suddenly changing sky, he was slightly surprised, when, without the sword of Spiritual Qi, would it be able to be so strong?

Looking at the boatman's haggard face, bony figure, and no trace of black white hair, he suddenly had a clear understanding.

It turns out that the so-called sword moves don't need gorgeous Taoism, nor do they need ethereal Taoism. Gai Yi pours his heart and soul into it, exerts force in the subtleties of his heart, and naturally shines brightly...

If you are lucky enough to see this mortal sword, the twenty years of leaving the island can be shortened to five years.

However, the old boatman couldn't wait any longer. He held the sword in one hand, and his hoarse voice spread across the sea: "Nielong, do you remember that thirty years ago, a family of five lived by the sea and chanted and worshiped you every day?" Home?"

in an instant.

Sword intent Ling Tian, ​​even before the sword of painstaking effort came out, it smoothed the huge waves, calmed the storm, and dispersed the dark clouds in the sky!

A huge dragon's head broke through the water, looked at the boatman in front of him carefully, and said loudly, "Who dares to stop this king from calling the wind and the rain?"

"Dragon King, I just ask if you still remember?"

The old boatman questioned again, the small body was in stark contrast to the huge dragon body.

"Hey, there are so many fools who chant obeisance to the king, how could I remember." Dragon King's tone was extremely mocking.

"Father, mother, elder brother, younger sister, you see, I have already said that the dragon on the sea is a heartless scourge, praying for a calm sea and praying to it is of no use at all."

The old boatman smiled sadly, and his voice suddenly became low again.

"Then today, I will slay the dragon for the people of the world!"

How dare a mortal who learned the Sword Technique from somewhere dare to threaten to slay the dragon?

"Untouchable, your ignorance makes me angry!"

Dragon King roared, feeling that his majesty had been greatly challenged.

The boatman smiled desolately, and the sword he was holding suddenly screamed: "Today, let me cut open your dragon liver and see if it is really black and ugly."

Thousands of people along the coast pay homage every year and chant prayers every day, but they can't get a day of peace and tranquility. What more do such a Dragon King do!

The Dragon King lost his patience. As the master of the sea, the noble race who is about to rule the land, was scolded by a mortal with a sword pointed at his nose today, and suddenly became furious.

No matter what kind of sword he cultivates, the majesty of a real dragon is irreversible!

With a swing of its giant tail, it soared above the clouds. With the spirit of a true dragon, the Dragon King summoned the wind and waves of the West Sea, forming a towering height.

It wants to let these foolish people know the price of offending own!

Countless people fled in panic under the terrifying waves, their faces pale.

The boatman Yazi's eyes were cracked, he held his sword in both hands, and shouted: "The evil dragon is responsible, and the crime should be punished!"

boom!

The bloody sword is like a blazing fire, swaying hot painstaking efforts, the sea I watched every day, and the wind I heard every night, all melted into that Sword Ray at this moment.

Thirty years of loneliness and desolation turned into terrifying silent rage, piercing through the monstrous waves, shattering the gathered storm, and slashing at the neck in Dragon King's astonishment.

Pooh!

Hot dragon blood fell all over the sky and covered the boatman's body. He exhausted his strength, leaned on the sword, licked a mouthful of dragon blood swayed from the sky, and spat it out again.

"Hey, this taste of dragon's blood contains the blood and tears of the people since Hundred Years. It's too bitter and astringent to taste."

In an instant.

The dragon's head was separated and fell heavily into the sea.

"Wild Taoist, look, I succeeded!"

The boatman was exhausted, he fell several steps backwards, and almost fell into the sea, but he was elated, showing three yellow teeth, smiling triumphantly towards the distant direction of the small island, dancing with happiness.

only.

Before he was happy for a long time, the head that fell into the sea flew up again, took over the dragon's body again, and came back alive!

In Dragon King's eyes, there was a hint of fear. This mortal does not cultivate Spirit Power, but only cultivates Sword Technique, and he can actually guide Dao. The sword just now almost killed it!

"Mortal, you should be honored, I admit that you are extraordinary."

The low and gloomy voice was transmitted from a high altitude, making the originally excited boatman stunned in place.

"Why... why can't I kill you..."

"Heavenly Dao, why do you let such a blood-eating evil dragon still alive..."

The boatman couldn't understand it, just like he couldn't understand what the wild Taoist said, and the immortals are also the generation of chickens and dogs.

"die!"

The Dragon King didn't dare to be careless anymore, gathered all his strength, and spewed out terrifying dragon flames, which burned the sea dry and wiped out the ashes of the boatman.

That kind of sword, as long as it strikes again, it will really die.

But there are not so many ifs in this world.

A mortal is a mortal, so what if he was lucky enough to induce the Dao, his weak body and humble soul were simply not enough to support him to swing another sword.

It decides.

Afterwards, the sacrifices will be doubled, and the chanting and worship will be more intensive, otherwise some mortals with leisurely minds will come here to challenge its majesty.

Just as it was thinking about leaving, a voice like the voice of God, the mighty voice of Nine Heavens, suddenly exploded in its ears.

"Nielong, if you dare to do this, when I leave the island, I will definitely pull your dragon tendons, tear your dragon bones, and shatter your dragon soul!"

"Who, who is talking!"

Horrified, Dragon King looked around, but couldn't find the owner of the voice.

Boom!

At this moment, Tianwei was furious, and sent down terrifying thunder and punishment. It seemed that this voice was not allowed to appear again, as if the scene of the end of the world descended from the sky, and the terrifying power of divine punishment fell on the island in the distance.

Su Dingxin stood in the midst of the divine punishment, but his gaze was always on the rusty sword stuck in the sea in the extreme distance.

Five years later.

The fisherman who lived by the sea and couldn't survive, suddenly saw a Daoist in ragged clothes, walking barefoot on the beach, and pulled out the rusty sword that no one could pull out.

I saw him pointing his sword at the sea, and let out a soft drink, the sound spread thousands of miles away.

"Today, I will unleash the sword on behalf of the old boatman and slay the dragon for the people of the world!"