The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

"I see......"

Chao Zhao murmured.

Legend has it that there is a strange demon tribe in the depths of the South China Sea. They are the closest followers of the Sea God. Even though they are demons, their status is not low. They were even one of the four saints under the Demon King.

——They are the Sirens.

It has a human body and a snake tail, outstanding appearance, and is good at attacking with sharp claws and singing. It is the darling of the sea and can stir up the ocean and attract sea creatures to fight for them.

These are all recorded in the history books of the immortal cultivation world, and now Chao Zhao has seen them with his own eyes.

The strange sirens are also the masters of the Sea of ​​Smoke.

[Rubbish, you knew it.]

Although these were questions, Chao Zhao's tone was firm.

The rag didn't dare to say a word and played dead tactically.

The black sword broke through the air and never stopped.

It suddenly appeared on the battlefield. In the stunned and puzzled eyes of Yanlu and Lang Sui, the seemingly rusty black sword easily cut through the indestructible horns of the three-headed dragon, leaving a clear blood mark on it.

The most precious thing about the dragon clan, apart from their reverse scales, is their gorgeous and noble dragon horns.

This action is tantamount to jumping wildly on the minefield of the three-headed dragon.

Yanlu and Langsui were both silent.

As expected, the three-headed dragon roared in anger the next moment: "Roar!!!"

Chao Zhao was speechless about his own natal sword, which could not survive without being humiliated: [If you can't beat me, I will really throw you out, and you have to find a way to come back.]

Raglan couldn't help but feel wronged: [I'm clearly venting my anger on the adults!]

"Thank you."

Chao Zhao chuckled twice with a forced smile.

After the black sword had done its humiliating thing, it obediently returned to its owner's hands, so Yanlu soon saw Chao Zhao walking out of the white mist.

She stood in mid-air, holding a black sword without any breath fluctuations. Like her, she was silent, yet always unexpected.

Chao Zhao lowered his head to meet Yan Lu's eyes, and curled the corners of his lips: "Sister Yan, don't forget your promise."

Yan Lu was stunned for a moment.

Afterwards, he couldn't help laughing: "Hey, I won't forget it."

Nodding at Zhao.

"You guys go back. Remember to pick me up when I can't hold on any longer."

The black sword in her hand suddenly condensed the power of wind and frost, and the strong winds around her responded one after another, surging around her body and forming an invisible wind wall.

"Roar!"

The three-headed dragon changed its target, and a huge head suddenly jumped out of the sea and attacked Chao Zhao.

The wide-open mouth looked like the abyss of the sea, and the huge silver teeth reflected a dangerous cold light.

"Sword stop!"

Chao Zhao stood still, the phantom of the giant sword above his head seemed to be real, carrying with it the wind and frost dancing wildly in the sky. When the three-headed dragon opened its bloody mouth, the giant sword smashed down fiercely!

'boom!!!--'

The ice-blue giant sword flashed with brilliant light, splitting the enveloping darkness and giving the huge shadow a severe blow!

When the giant sword sank into the big mouth, there was a faint golden light rune flashing on it, making the huge head of the sea monster tremble violently as if it was struck by thunder.

"Woo..."

The strange long roar sounded again, but this time the three-headed dragon did not go away. Instead, another head lowered from the clouds and joined the battle.

"It turns out that the three-headed dragon was waiting for her."

Yan Lu, who was brought back to the Poseidon by Lang Sui, stared at the scene in a daze, his breath weak and his tone faint, "No wonder I encountered it this time..."

"This is the last pill."

Lang Sui took out a lake blue pill from his arms and said, "Eat it quickly, or the condition will get worse."

Yan Lu swallowed the pill without hesitation.

Chao Zhao was speechless for a moment when she saw that the giant beast swallowed her full-strength attack without even blinking.

"Since you don't like Jingshuang, let's change it."

As soon as the words fell, the black sword that was originally covered with wind and frost was suddenly replaced by a brilliant golden sword light, and a blazing sun flame was faintly flowing on the black sword.

"How about trying Long Aotian's sword power?"

Chao Zhao raised the corner of his lips and looked at the two heads of the three-headed dragon, his eyes flickering with excitement and fighting spirit.

'Clang clang clang bang!!!'

As the black sword collided violently with the three-headed dragon's hard flesh again and again, sharp and piercing metal collision sounds rang out one after another.

The strength of the three-headed dragon was obviously limited, but this was enough to become an insurmountable gap in the hearts of everyone present.

The reason why Chao Zhao was so confident that he dared to fight it was all thanks to his natal sword that was more capable of seeking death than anyone else.

The sun's rays almost dyed a large area of ​​the sky behind her, like the only sun in the claustrophobic world of shadows.

The attempts of the man and the dragon became more and more radical and faster and faster. The people on the Poseidon could only see a series of afterimages rushing by.

Chao Zhao's adrenaline surged, and the excitement in her eyes was hard to suppress, but the sword in her hand remained steady and calm.

After obtaining their natal sword, other sword cultivators need to spend a long time to fully align themselves with their sword and achieve a state of unity between man and sword.

But Chao Zhao didn't need it at all.

——She is the sword.

“Too fast…”

Lian Yanlu couldn't help but exclaim, "Her bone structure clearly shows that she is just a young immortal cultivator!"

"Perhaps this is why the three-headed dragon came for her."

Lang Sui helped Yanlu stand up and brought her to the front of the deck. "No wonder she doesn't need us."

--Depend on.

Having once again dodged the bloody mouth of the three-headed dragon, Chao Zhao cursed in his heart again.

"This dragon shouldn't have bad breath, right?"

The two heads attacked from the front and back too frequently, and Chao Zhao just barely grazed them several times, inevitably breaking some flesh.

As if it understood what Chao Zhao said, the three-headed dragon let out an angry and aggrieved roar.

"...It won't hear it, will it?"

Chao Zhao spoke uncertainly.

Raglan felt even more guilty and dared not show his head.

"So what if it heard it." Chao Zhao sneered, "It just cut off a bunch of my hair!"

Yangyan suddenly burst out with a bright and blazing light, burning the three-headed dragon that was attacking it, causing its head to shrink.

Behind her, countless black sword phantoms were created by Yang Yan. Thousands of sword shadows appeared in the air, and each phantom carried the momentum of thousands of troops, magnificent and sacred.

Among the countless shadows in the sky, Chao Zhao's figure was particularly clear.

She stood in the center of the sword lights, her expression calm, and a glance from her showed her eyes as if she were blessed by a god.

"Roar!!!"

The two heads of the three-headed dragon once again surrounded Chao Zhao from the left and right, placing him in the middle, and bit him with a roar.

"Ten thousand swords like flowers."

As soon as the words came out, the sword shadows had a target at that moment, and the surging sword light smashed down with unstoppable sharp force like a violent storm.