"With a single sword, I slay the flood dragon, traversing the vast ocean, I pay homage to Ancestor Xu Jiulang of Lv Mountain!"
Above Xu Changnian's head, the red light shone brightly, like a red candle illuminating the sky. The Sword Qi surged with exceptional vigor, as if it was born from the essence blood of the flood dragon. Even separated by countless miles, the flying sword could slay the spirit.
"What a remarkable Daoist Skill!"
Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and he stood firmly in place, unmoving.
"You have Xu Ancestor's Dragon-Slaying Technique, and I have Ancestor Lv's Fire Dragon Sword!"
As soon as the words fell, a pillar of fire surged into the sky, condensing in front of Zhang Fan, emanating the majestic Pill Technique, Ancestor Lv's Pure Yang Fire Dragon Sword.
With Zhang Fan's cultivation today, there was no need to form a Dharma Seal or recite a mantra. The True Flame ignited within his heart, and everything became perfectly natural.
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