One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 424: Huohua Island Wei Liao

I saw an old Taoist with red hair and red beard appear on the volcano at some point.

He was wearing a black robe with a hint of red and a red lotus crown on his head.

Holding a red gourd in one hand.

One hand formed a sword finger and pointed at the mouth of the gourd.

I saw the flames in the sky were gathered into the gourd, forming a funnel shape.

"Haha, you dare to play with fire in front of me, Wei Liao. You are simply courting death."

The sky was filled with flames that quickly moved towards his red gourd.

This red gourd is called Chunyuan Fire Gourd, it is one of his magic weapons. Normally, he can collect various fire essences into the gourd for purification for his practice. When fighting, he can release the flames and turn them into a sea of fire in the sky. It can burn mountains and boil lakes. Even if it is used to set up formations and prohibitions, it can also be used as the eye of the formation and the eye of the prohibition.

With the Pure Yuan Fire-Absorbing Gourd in his hand, he has a natural advantage over cultivators who have just built their foundation with fire and those who mainly rely on controlling fire. However, if the opponent's spells contain fire, they will be restrained by his Pure Yuan Fire-Absorbing Gourd.

In the blink of an eye, all the flames in the sky were contained in the gourd.

Although Wei Liao spoke rather proudly, as if he did not take Zhao Fuyun seriously, he was not completely careless. After all, the man who could break his disciple's formation with a single strike would not be an ordinary person.

At first glance, he was a monk who looked young, yet not so young. There was a contradictory feeling that he had experienced the erosion of time, yet still looked bright and radiant.

The orange robe on the other person was obviously extremely flamboyant and dazzling, but his whole temperament had a sense of indifference and nothingness.

There was a cloud of mist under his feet, which seemed to be constantly blown by the wind and was rolling, but it would never dissipate.

But his robe was hanging down, and the wind in the air did not blow up his robe at all.

He understood that the other party's robe must have the magical power of "fixing the wind" and perhaps also the magical power of "concealment".

Wei Liao couldn't tell what else was going on at the moment, but he was sure that this must be a cultivator whose foundation was built on the Fire Evil, and his magic must be constructed with "fire" as the center.

For example, he himself can absorb fire, eat fire, and not burn when entering fire. Even if he is seriously injured, he can recover quickly by being roasted in the fire.

He could also escape from fire and create flame clones, especially in places with abundant fire evil. He also cultivated spells such as the Golden Fire Needle, and refined the Pure Yuan Fire Gourd and three Fire Dragon Swords.

When he formed his palace, he did so with the Yin Ming Evil Fire. Although this is fire, it is yin in fire. When combined with the fire in his dantian to form a pill, it can also be called the unity of yin and yang.

Now he is practicing magic here, and he wants to use the poisonous fire of the earth here to refine his body. At the same time, he planted the golden lotus of flame here, and plans to use the evil fire hole here to grow the golden lotus of flame. The lotus seeds of this golden lotus of flame are the main ingredient of the furnace of elixir he is going to refine, which will help to improve his cultivation and the fire spirituality in his body.

There was a strong aura of fire on his body, which combined with the poisonous fire in the fire hole. When people saw him from afar, they felt that he could draw out the flames in the fire hole with just a thought.

However, Zhao Fuyun did not have this feeling. His practice of fire magic gave people a vague and light feeling.

"You first broke my formation, and then tried to harm my disciples' lives. Today, no matter who comes, I will not spare you."

Zhao Fuyun did not reply, and the other party did not want to hear what Zhao Fuyun had to say. In his opinion, if he talked too much, he might even establish a relationship with him, and it would be difficult to kill him then.

So he raised his hand, and his finger was like a sword, pointing at Zhao Fuyun. A red light appeared from the tip of his finger, like a sword's edge, shooting towards Zhao Fuyun.

It was so fast that it arrived in the blink of an eye.

However, when Zhao Fuyun raised his hand and waved his orange sleeves, the red light fell on his sleeves, was rolled to one side, and then dissipated.

This was just a test. Wei Liao pointed his hand toward the sky again and let out a light "whoosh". The sky above Zhao Fuyun's head seemed to crack, and a brilliant fire poured down from the crack in the void.

This is one of his most famous spells, called Sky-High Fire Waterfall.

The sky was shining, as if the sky had opened up, and the red flames returned, but they shattered into pieces.

Zhao Fuyun looked up, the firelight reflected on his face, which was red. He waved his hand again and uttered a spell: "Disperse!"

The flames were extinguished in an instant.

Zhao Fuyun was already very familiar with flames and how to control them, so he just raised his hand and put out the fire as he wished.

Wei Liao's heart tightened, he immediately realized that this "fire magic" was extraordinary and the art of controlling fire was extremely strong. Because it was his magic, it contained his magical thoughts and will, but it was dispersed by a spell. He felt like several lamps lit in the room were blown out by an inexplicable strong wind.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly and waved his hand again. Three red lights flew out from his sleeves.

The three red lights pierced into the void and dragged out three red lines, with red tails, shining three brilliant lights and piercing towards Zhao Fuyun.

Three red lights came in a shape of a Chinese character "品". Zhao Fuyun had no magic weapon to block it, but at the moment when the sword light approached him, his body was ablaze with fire, and he took a step forward, actually taking a step directly to the side in the void.

With one step, he was more than ten steps away and dodged the three flying swords. Wei Liao hooked his finger and the three sword lights immediately changed direction. This time, Zhao Fuyun was not so anxious to dodge. When the sword was about to hit him, he took a step to avoid it.

Wei Liao snorted again.

The three sword lights circled and stabbed towards Zhao Fuyun again, but this time, they came at different speeds.

This method of stabbing with the sword in different orders was naturally intended to prevent Zhao Fuyun from dodging three swords at once.

So, Zhao Fuyun's body flashed with fire, and he took a step to the left to avoid the first sword. At this time, the second sword suddenly accelerated and stabbed down. With a flash of red light, it was already in front of Zhao Fuyun. Zhao Fuyun could only turn around and flash his body to barely avoid the sword.

His speed of continuous escape was ultimately slower than the opponent's continuous sword stabbing, so when he turned around to avoid the second sword, the third sword had already stabbed towards his neck.

If this were to happen, people would definitely lose their heads.

But at this moment, suddenly a sleeve had already stopped him, and an orange sleeve waved past.

Before it was Daluo waving his sleeves, now it is Taixu Qiankun sleeves.

Wei Liao discovered that the opponent actually used his sleeve to block his sword. He became angry, and concentrated his mind. He fixed his eyes on the sword. The fire on the sword became brighter. He stabbed down with the sword, and it was like a condensed small sun.

Not only did he want to pierce this arrogant man, he also wanted to burn him with one sword.

In the past, anyone who was stabbed by his sword would be burned to a crisp.

However, at the moment he stabbed, he felt as if he had stabbed into a whirlpool.

It seemed as if there was a force trying to seal and suppress his sword, and at the same time, the force on the sword was quickly diverted.

However, he still has another sword.

The three swords stabbed in a circle at an extremely fast speed, with each sword becoming faster than the last. In the end, the sky was filled with sword lights and shadows, so this set of sword techniques had a name, called Flying Rain All Over the Sky.

It was like a rain of falling swords, filling the sky, countless and impossible to hide from.

The key to this sword technique lies in the word "stab".

One sword was deflected by Zhao Fuyun. Although he felt the sealing and attracting power from Zhao Fuyun's sleeves, the second sword fell, so the sealing and attracting power from the first sword immediately dissipated. It was just that the sword was pulled aside and stabbed into nothing.

However, the magic power of the sword just now dissipated, and the speed of the sword could not be increased all of a sudden, so he had to stab the sword again to accumulate momentum.

When he thrust his sword for the second time, it was blocked by a sleeve again. He felt the same sense of suppression and the sword was deflected to the side. When he thrust his sword for the third time, the same thing happened.

He discovered that his sword skills were unable to penetrate those two sleeves.

Moreover, he felt that the magical power brought by the sleeves could always wrap up his sword.

He even felt that if he only had one sword, it would most likely be taken away by the other party.

He thought this in his mind, but he was not willing to admit defeat. He continued to adjust his swordsmanship, looking for flaws in Zhao Fuyun's sleeves.

His disciples only saw their master's three swords stabbing down, and thought that within a few rounds, they would be able to pierce several holes in the man. However, they saw that when the opponent's two long sleeves were waved, two intertwined whirlpools formed around his body, and the swords that stabbed him were deflected.

"What is the origin of this person? He can walk around in the face of Master's sword without any fear." Zhou Mang thought to himself.

Because he saw that after his master stabbed down with three swords, the sword intent that had been accumulated on the sword and could pierce through everything immediately dissipated, and it made a big circle and stabbed down from a distance.

If Wei Liao was willing to stop at this point, it would be equivalent to admitting defeat, and if he did, he would have to give up the fire hole, and he had already planted the golden lotus of fire in the fire hole.

Then he shook the Xuanyuan Fire Gourd in his hand, and a streak of fire burst out from the mouth of the gourd.

The fire sprayed out of the gourd mouth, but not in a straight line, but meandering forward. The fireworks in the void actually quickly condensed into scales. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a fire dragon, surrounded by fireworks, with scales flying. It raised its head and rushed into the sky, and then leaned over and rushed towards Zhao Fuyun at an extremely fast speed and with tremendous momentum.

On the other side, Zhao Fuyun was still circling under the three fire dragon swords, his pair of long sleeves flipping and waving, forming orange whirlpools.

Just when everyone's eyes were on Zhao Fuyun who was surrounded by magic and magic weapons, they saw Zhao Fuyun's head emitting golden light, and then his whole body turned into a ray of light and flew up, breaking away from the encirclement in just a moment.

Wei Liao looked up and saw a grayish-white circle of light falling. The moment he saw it, the circle of light had already fallen on his forehead.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, his body shattered with a bang, and flames splashed everywhere.

(End of this chapter)