Reborn as Xiao in another world, targeted by the little red bird

In the thin black fog, two figures, one red and one black, collided with each other. A sound that made one's teeth ache was heard, like a blade scratching on glass. A few wisps of white smoke floated up from the puppet's body along with the sound, and a large wave of sand was raised behind it. The puppet paused, raised its gun and swept away, but was easily resolved by the werewolf, leaving only a large sand pit on the sand.

The aftermath of the battle close to the emperor level was also very serious. Only two people at the Venerable level were forced back to the edge, and any further on would return to the thick black fog.

Jingchuan took a deep look at the thick black fog behind him and was about to go in, but he felt a fierce gaze sweeping over him.

"Where do you want to go?" The werewolf took advantage of the opportunity of the attack to glance at Jingchuan, and the latter tremblingly retracted his half-stepped foot.

Xiao saw this scene, but he had no intention of retreating back into the black fog. In his perception, after the werewolf attacked the armor, the way out of the weapon spirit realm was closed, and his intuition told him that without that passage, he could not leave here.

"Hundred Battle Fangs!"

As the werewolf leaped high to avoid the puppet's attack, the flames on his claws suddenly rose. With a loud bang, six blinding red lights fell, and the ground trembled, and the raised yellow sand covered both. In the sand curtain, the sigh of the broken spear could be vaguely heard as it could not bear the heavy burden.

A bright red figure flew out of the sand curtain, flipped in the air, and landed on all fours, leaving many claw marks on the sand. A strange laugh came from the wolf's mouth, and the listener only felt something blowing cold air on the back of his neck. It shook its fluffy tail behind it, and the next moment it shot into the sand curtain like a sharp arrow, leaving only the dust it trampled.

The sand curtain had never disappeared since it appeared, and new dust was constantly added to it. The sound of sharp weapons scratching on metal could be heard from inside, and the two people who were forced to watch the battle felt goose bumps all over their bodies. They could vaguely see the red figure going in and out of the sand curtain.

Jingchuan suddenly covered his chest tightly, revealing a painful expression, and relied on his weapon to support himself so as not to fall down. Xiao looked at him in confusion, and then heard "Xiao" say: "Some kind of breath leaked from that red guy awakened something in his body."

"what?"

"You just need to know that you don't have to worry about this happening to you."

Suddenly, a loud thunder fell into the sand curtain, and in an instant, wind and thunder surged. A huge air wave blew away the flying sand, and part of it hit the faces of the two people watching the fight.

Xiao moved his arm away, and saw a huge pit on the ground. The werewolf was standing on the edge of the pit, with a cold and sharp light flashing in his eyes. Opposite him, in addition to the armor, there was another man and a tiger.

There were many dark marks on the armor, with wisps of white smoke rising from it. The spear in his hand became even more broken, and his sharp eyes even noticed a small piece of the spear falling to the ground.

The man next to the armor was wearing a Zhenjiao Sect outfit. His aura was far inferior to that of the werewolf opposite him, and a green wind was flowing around him. The purple tiger standing next to him was not as aura as the werewolf, but it was not much weaker. There was purple lightning jumping on its fangs. Its tail was shaking slightly, and the large tuft of hair on the top looked like a thundercloud.

"A saint-level thing, and a seven-star Yunlei Zhuohu. Hahahaha, is there no one available in your Zhenjiao Gate? They don't think that they can stop me with just the two of you, right?" the werewolf laughed.

"What about me?"

A loud cry was heard in the air, and the two people who had heard the sharp and piercing sound for a long time suddenly felt much more relaxed. Countless cold raindrops fell from the sky, mixed with some icicles. These seemingly harmless things fell to the ground, but they smashed into large pits.

The werewolf set up a flame barrier, but soon withdrew from the area covered by the ice rain, no longer appearing as calm as before.

"Nine-star divine beast?" It stared at the big blue bird in the air, its eyes changing several times, and finally said: "Very good, I thought I was so insignificant in your eyes."

Ci Feng drove Juanyu, who had returned to his original size, to land next to Su Qiukong. He glanced around as usual and was stunned when he saw a familiar figure.

"Xiao? Why are you here?" A hint of doubt and puzzlement flashed across Ci Feng's face. As soon as the idea of ​​a self-torture tactic came to his mind, he received Xiao's innocent look. Then he noticed that there was another stranger here. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that his ability to see the overall situation still needed to be improved. He was actually disturbed by such a small factor.

"Oh? Is there someone you know here?" Su Qiukong's gaze shifted to Ci Feng's face.

"Yes, his name is Xiao, the green-haired boy over there. I rescued him from the hands of someone who looks like a member of the Ancient Cult on my way to you." Ci Feng raised his chin in the direction of Xiao, with an expression as if he was introducing his treasure to others.

"How is it, isn't he very handsome? Let me tell you, his eyes are even more beautiful. But his appearance here must be an accident. During the time I spent with him, I found that he has very high qualifications. It is not impossible for him to be targeted by the things here."

"Well, it's really good, but it's still a little bit worse than mine." Su Qiukong commented seriously.

"Xiao": "Don't think I can't hear you saying bad things about Xiao just because we're far away."

"Come on, do you still have any shame?" Ci Feng said with disdain.

Su Qiukong waved his hand and said with a relaxed look: "What's the point of having something that doesn't exist in the first place?"

"Not even in front of your sister?" Ci Feng looked at Su Qiukong jokingly.

"..."

Ci Feng, who was talking about things that were not relevant, felt the gaze of death.

"You're flirting with me in front of me, are you looking down on me?" The werewolf turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the two people and two beasts. As soon as it moved, a crisp sword chant sounded between heaven and earth, which contained a bone-chilling chill. Affected by this chill, the werewolf's body froze, but then the flames on its body surged, and it instantly broke free from control. But in this moment of delay, dozens of ice swords fell, blocking all its movement space.

"You are the most dazzling person here, how could I ignore you?" Ci Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The werewolf struggled hard, and the ice sword that imprisoned it shattered. It raised its eyes and looked at Ci Feng provocatively: "That's it?"

"Of course there are more." This time it was Su Qiukong who spoke. A muffled voice came from the black fog, and thunder fell around the werewolf. Purple lightning wandered between the thick thunder, weaving a prison.

The werewolf felt a force of deterrence and suppression, and his expression was a little dazed. He had the illusion that he was a prisoner in the prison, and for a moment he lost all his will to resist and fight. The mark in his body exuded an ancient breath, and the werewolf woke up instantly. He shook his head, as if he wanted to throw away the thoughts just now. When he opened his eyes again, a thick water column had already arrived in front of him.

With a loud bang, the wet werewolf flew backwards, and the flames on its body weakened a lot. It fell to the ground and bounced up, leaving long claw marks on the sand.

The chicken, tiger and puppet took advantage of the victory and quickly suppressed the werewolf.

"Why do I feel like I have nothing to do here?" Su Qiukong looked a little depressed.

"That's right. King-level battles are not something we saint-level people can participate in." Ci Feng said as he set up a series of defensive magic arrays around him to prevent the werewolves from trying to "capture the king first."

The werewolf's hair became brighter and brighter red, and he gradually felt powerless. Two emperors and one king who was weaker than him, if it weren't for the blessing of the burning blood and the other party's fear of his ability, he would have been torn to pieces long ago. But now the feeling of emptiness in his body has become stronger and stronger. If he doesn't take some action, he will have to die here soon.

Thinking this way, the werewolf moved the battlefield without leaving a trace.

【come over】

Jingchuan suddenly received the rumor about the Burning Blood Guardian. He hesitated for a moment before doing what he was told. He didn't have much time left, and the only way to survive was to join the Ancient Desolate Sect.

“Hey! What are you doing!” Ci Feng, who was setting up the formation, suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly, while pointing his sword: “Stop and don’t move, or don’t blame me for being rude!”

Hearing this, the other party ran faster.

Ci Feng was condensing an ice sword to stop Jing Chuan, but a bloody figure was faster than him.

Jingchuan felt a fishy breeze blowing past him, and his left arm felt cold. The next moment, severe pain swept through his nerves, causing him to open his mouth wide in pain but unable to make any sound.

"Tsk, I have to control the strength. I can't kill him with one blow. It's really troublesome." The werewolf swallowed the blood and flesh in his mouth, and moved his ferocious eyes to Xiao. "Since you can survive, your ability to withstand should be stronger than this loser, right?"

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Only then did the two beasts and one puppet realize that their opponents had disappeared.

"Although there will be some cost in using this move continuously in a short period of time, I don't have that many choices."

"Sweeping Claws!"

A sense of crisis arose in Xiao's heart, accompanied by a feeling of being locked in and having nowhere to escape.

(PS: After much thought, I decided to change "Land of Seven Swords" back to "Land of Five Swords")