The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1280: Destroying the Holy Mountain
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The face shook slightly, surprise flashed in Meng Haodong's eyes, but he soon became heavier again. The huge arm flicked back, and two thunder swords were held in his hands.
At this moment, it doesn't matter what the other party uses, winning is the key.
Thinking about this, Meng Haodong rushed forward again. But the previous tragic scene happened again. Facing the sky full of sword shadows, Zhuo Fan just casually swiped the black sword in the air.
Kala Kala!
Two crisp sounds, and two thunder swords instantly destroyed and disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this scene, everyone is stupid. The eyes that looked at Zhuo Fan were full of incredible color. What kind of sword is that in his hand, so terrible?
You know, the twelve thunder swords behind the mountain lord, but when condensing the saint body, they are poured with holy mountain fine gold, and the body is refined by thunder. Incomparable, comparable to the strength of the Sixth Rank Saint Soldier. How could it be ruined so easily, not even a round?
Meng Haodong also couldn't figure this out, looking at Zhuo Fan's eyes, his eyes were constantly beating.
However, even so, he still doesn't understand the strangeness, and he still has to bite the bullet and rush forward. Originally, come out singled out, what you want is face, the dignity of being the boss.
Otherwise, with so many people on the holy mountain, the other side would be beaten to death no matter how strong they were.
Now their Elder Lu was killed by Zhuo Fan, he came forward to solve Zhuo Fan, avenging Elder Lu is second, fighting for his face is the most important thing.
If he had retired now, he would have lost all of his work!
As soon as he thought of this, Meng Haodong took a deep breath, raised his arms up to the sky, and yelled: "The sword is broken for nine days!"
Ding Ding Ding...
A series of crisp sounds one after another, the remaining eight thunder swords flew high in the sky, like a nine-day thunder, shuttled among the clouds, and the dark space cracks continued to spread like a spider web, cracking every inch. Open, as if even the sky is shattered.
Immediately afterwards, the eight thunder swords were transformed into two, two transformed into four... Soon the entire sky completely turned into a sea of thunder. The innumerable huge thunder sword, like a beast that chooses to eat, is waiting for the moment when it is thrown at the prey at any time.
The sword hasn't moved yet, but the terrifying aura has filled every corner of the holy mountain!
Seeing this scene, everyone present was shocked, their eyes flashing with excitement.
This is the masterful martial art of the mountain lord. With this move, the world will change color, and the creatures will be charred. Even if the war with the dragon clan started, many eleventh-level dragon sages were terrified!
Furthermore, with such a trick, only the group of beasts can be used by the mountain master. Ordinary sage cultivators, how can they match the mountain lord with such a brilliant trick?
Therefore, the mountain lord has been useless for many years with this trick, and it is really exciting to see it again now.
The people underneath were all very happy, and the eyes that looked at Zhuo Fan were full of contempt and sarcasm, and the ridicule continued in their hearts.
Hmph, this time your kid is dead. No matter how strong the sword in your hand is, how much can you stand against the countless sword beams? Even if one sword does not block, your saint body will have to be scrapped. If two swords do not block, you will lose your life. Three swords do not block, hahaha... Isn't it the end of the bones?
But kid, you can die in the supreme martial arts of the mountain lord, which specializes in dealing with the dragon clan, and it is your good fortune, hum!
Everyone had already predicted Zhuo Fan's ending in his heart, even Luo Yunhai looked at him with some worry.
Understanding his thoughts, Zhuo Fan looked back and gave him a relieved smile, then looked at the magic sword in his hand, and an inexplicable evil crossed his mouth: "Sword boy, try that trick?"
"Father, we just realized the trick, and we haven't practiced it yet. The enemy is now. Be safe!" The sword body shook slightly, and Jian Tong said helplessly.
With a frown, Zhuo Fan didn't care: "It's the enemy that is right now, so we have to try new tricks. Otherwise, how can we have a chance to try the power of new tricks? Why should we compete with him for so long and practice hand skills?"
"Okay, let's give it a try, the combination of Kongming Shentong and this World Extinguishing Sword Dao!" After taking a deep breath, the sword body couldn't help shaking slightly, and the black energy on his body became more intense.
Kill!
At this moment, Meng Haodong waved his hand abruptly, and the thunder sword in the entire sky seemed to be mad, smashing it at Zhuo Fan in a dense number. The terrifying coercion made Zhuo Fan's saint body's black energy tremble.
When everyone saw this, they all smiled coldly!
Not at all concerned, Zhuo Fan slowly raised the magic sword in his hand, and the giant also raised the giant sword in his hand.
Om!
A soft moan sounded, and nine golden auras were born in the right pupils of Zhuo Fan and the giant at the same time.
"The ninth stage of Kongming God pupil, Kong Chuan!"
"Exterminate the world of kendo, annihilate!"
Zhuo Fan and Jian Tong called out almost at the same time, and then the huge black figure turned around, holding the giant sword in his hand, turning sharply around.
Wow!
Suddenly, for some reason, the entire space began to gradually twist, and a strange energy suddenly spread from Zhuo Fan as the center. The surrounding space is also constantly being distorted, and this range is still expanding.
Thunder swords that swooped down with an aura of ruining the sky and just touched this space also experienced strange changes. As if he couldn't help himself at all, he was distortedly sucked into this space, and then disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.
At the same time, more and more Thunder Swords descended, but they disappeared inexplicably without reaching the third of Zhuo Fan's body. But it was just a blink of an eye, and the thunderous sky disappeared at the moment it descended.
The pupils couldn't stop shrinking, Meng Haodong felt shocked: "What's going on?"
The rest of the people are also completely inexplicable, with a confused expression. What about the Nine Heavens Thunder Sword, why did it disappear so quietly? Where did it go without a single movement?
Ah!
However, before they could understand the strangeness, a familiar exclamation resounded in their ears again.
Suddenly surprised, everyone looked up, only to see that Meng Haodong's huge King Kong Saint Body was also beginning to twist, just like those thunder swords.
And he desperately wanted to retreat and leave, but there was no use for eggs at all. However, after a few minutes, his entire saint body was distorted from the beginning to the entire giant distorted, and then gradually disappeared in the horrified eyes of everyone, without a warning.
Meng Haodong was also panicked. Feeling the rapid decline in power, he roared: "What is going on? What martial arts are you?"
"Lord Monsanto, compared to this question, don't you want to know the cause of Linglang's death?"
"What?" His body shook, Meng Haodong stiffened his head and looked at him.
Smiling and nodding his head, Zhuo Fan said leisurely: "Yes, it's me!"
"It's you!"
With a gritted teeth, Meng Haodong's eyes suddenly flushed red, and his fists were clenched tightly, so that a monstrous hatred suddenly arose. But at this moment, huh, Meng Haodong also dissipated in an instant, as if steam volatilized, leaving no trace.
This...
They all stagnated, and everyone present was completely dumbfounded, and they were so shocked that they couldn't speak. Why did their mountain owner disappear so suddenly? What happened? Is the mountain lord dead or alive?
This kid's tricks are too weird, I don't understand what's going on at all!
It's not just them, even if Luo Yunhai is so close behind Zhuo Fan, he didn't see it clearly, and said without doubt: "Brother Zhuo, this..."
"Hehehe...I use this trick for the first time, you shouldn't know it!"
With a grin, Zhuo Fan explained: "After I broke through the holy realm, I realized the ninth stage of the Kongming God pupil, Kongchu. It can swallow the surrounding space, is my own domain, and is under my control. And Jiantong and The strongest world-destroying swordsmanship that I used together merged into my space to form the world-destroying space. Anyone who enters my space will be destroyed, but they don’t know it. The space under my control continues to be swallowed and expanded, and I can destroy those people for no reason, without knowing that I am making a move!"
His eyes trembled slightly, Luo Yunhai said in surprise: "Then you are not anyone who can kill at will, especially those who have no defense at all. It is estimated that they will die without knowing how to die."
"That's not necessarily. This space uses Destruction Swordsmanship. If the opponent's power is above my Swordsmanship, he won't be able to touch his hair at all!"
"You can't resist even the peak of the saint, can anyone block your sword?" Luo Yunhai wondered in a daze.
He laughed, and Zhuo Fan's expression became serious again: "Of course, what is the peak of the saint? I have always been jealous of the person who has the same power as me... No, he has never been above me!"
As soon as he thought that the other party had twelve layers of empty pupils, and he had just broken through the ninth, Zhuo Fan felt a lot of pressure!
Wow!
At this moment, Zhuo Fan's body shook, and the dark giant immediately disappeared.
When Luo Yunhai saw it, he couldn't help but wonder: "Hey, Brother Zhuo, you..."
"He has run out of power. Let's go together, grab him and let him hand over the mountain lord. The mountain lord just disappeared inexplicably, he must have been caught by some strange means!"
Suddenly, everyone underneath suddenly yelled, and then they kept banging loudly. Hundreds of giants appeared all at once, and the terrifying aura pressed on Zhuo Fan's side, prompting them. The two's breath stagnated, almost out of breath.
Can’t help but smile, Zhuo Fan wiped the sweat on his forehead, and looked at Luo Yunhai: “The ninth stage just opened, it hasn’t been practiced yet, and it’s too expensive. Moreover, I want to erase the peak of a saint, me and the sword. The two Tongs can work together to give full play to the greatest power of Destroying Swordsmanship. Now I no longer have the strength to support the Holy Body!"
"Ah, then what shall we do?" Luo Yunhai couldn't help laughing as he watched the fierce giants flying up below.
With a grin, Zhuo Fan doesn't comment: "What else, just like what I said before, destroy them!"