The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1272: Sword fighting for the edge
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Slowly fell in front of the two, pale hair flying aside, revealing the shriveled old face, vaguely able to distinguish the face of the Sword Emperor. However, the ravines that were eroded by the black air gave people a sense of horror.
It seems that at this moment, this old man is no longer the head of the eight emperors, but a devil crawling out of the abyss, which is frightening.
When I saw Zhuo Fan, the Sword Emperor seemed to have no idea, pointed his nose fiercely, and cursed: "Nonsense, the leader of the eight emperors, the leader of the righteous path, how could he slaughter his fellow students? So vicious. Only the Devil Emperor and the others can do it. How could the old gentleman Qianqian do such ridiculous things?"
"Yes, father, there is a pile of ashes here, how do you know that he slaughtered his doorman? Now there is not even a corpse, I should not be able to distinguish it!"
"Looking at his crazy appearance, he is over-practising!"
Raising his head and pointing at the stunned eyes of the sword emperor, Zhuo Fan looked at the sword boy and said: "Actually, when the five eight emperors took the doorman to hide, they thought they had prepared enough materials, and never thought about the doorman. Coming to practice qigong is just to prepare for a comeback. But greed is endless. Excessive practice of the Great Demon Technique will magnify the demon in the heart. The old guys who have run out of training materials are hungry and thirsty. , Will use the life of the doorman to practice, and generally can't restrain the greed in the heart."
"If they can really control it, they won't become what they are now, and they won't risk their lives to hunt the cultivators in the city. So, I'm 100% sure, the sword king. The clergyman was also used as a material for his practice. It’s just that this old man has always advertised himself as noble, and if he does this kind of thing, he is considered a lot of excitement. He is even more crazy than Yanhuang, and he does not even know anyone , Just a walking dead, haha!"
Nodded clearly, Jian Tong said clearly: "I'll just say, this old man's memory has deteriorated, and you don't even know you Zhuo Da butler!"
"Steward Zhuo? Who... who is Steward Zhuo?"
At this time, the Sword Emperor also shook his head and swayed around, his eyes full of confusion and surprise.
With a grin, Zhuo Fan stepped forward, showing a scornful look: "Zhuo Fan has been here for the first time. In the eyes of the dignified Sword Emperor, he probably has never seen it before. It is reasonable to forget it. But there is a name, Lord Sword Emperor should still remember it in his heart."
Speaking of this, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but pause, his eyes gradually getting colder.
"Sword Emperor, do you remember my Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan?"
"Zhuo...Zhuo Yifan?"
The eyelids couldn't stop shaking, the Sword Emperor waved his robe sleeves fiercely, and shouted: "Devil Emperor Zhuo Yifan, he is not the head of the eight emperors, I am the true head of the eight emperors. He. He is dead, and his Jiuyou Secret Record is also owned by the old man. He can no longer threaten the old man’s status, hahaha...The little boy of Zhao Cheng, the old man can help him up to the Eight Emperors, and he can also drag him down instantly. He is not qualified to fight with the old man at all. He is an idiot, he is self-righteous. The old man helped him up, but he balanced the other forces. He has the ability to flatter him. The old man praised him at first, but it was just to deal with his master Zhuo Yifan. Jie Jie Jie..."
Take a deep breath, Zhuo Fan is not sad or happy, there is only endless mockery in his eyes: "Sword Emperor, do you want to get the Jiuyou Secret Record that way?"
"Of course, the Devil Emperor exercise method is rare in the world. I must get it. Zhuo Yifan will not give it to me, I will let him die!"
"Congratulations, you have already got it!"
"Oh, is it?"
Unconsciously, the Sword Emperor began to look through the dirty sleeves on both sides of him, smiling silly: "Where is it? Where is my Jiuyou Secret Record?"
"It's in your heart, aren't you already practicing now?"
"Oh, in my heart, I have practiced it? Hahaha...I have practiced it?" I couldn't help laughing up to the sky, and the Sword Emperor was even more crazy: "I practiced into Jiuyou Secret Record, I am The Devil Emperor, the world is the ruler, and the world is invincible. Whatever the Seven Sacred Mountains are, they must crawl under my feet, hahaha..."
"Yes, you are invincible in the world, no one is your opponent, there is only one person above you, you will never be able to beat him!"
"Who?" His eyes condensed, and the Sword Emperor glared at Zhuo Fan with a fierce face.
With a big smile, Zhuo Fan is noncommittal: "Me!"
"You? Who are you?"
"Devil Emperor, Zhuo Yifan!" His eyes were certain, and Zhuo Fan said faintly.
What?
The body couldn't stop shaking, the Sword Emperor took two steps back in horror, and looked at him incredulously: "Impossible, the Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan is dead long ago, it is impossible to live again!"
"You are wrong, the Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan is not dead, and he stands in front of you. As long as Zhuo Yifan is there, your Sword Emperor Ao Changtian will always be the second child of ten thousand years, no better than him!"
"Impossible, I have already practiced the Jiuyou Secret Record, I am the Devil Emperor, and the Devil Emperor is no longer my opponent!"
"You are wrong, the Demon Emperor has also practiced the Jiuyou Secret Record, and it is above you. You...you are still the second child of ten thousand years, but you can't exceed this line!"
Ah!
Can't help but roar up to the sky, the sword emperor's eyes are red, his teeth are grinning, his eyes are full of unwillingness, and the eyes that look at Zhuo Fan are already full of killing intent, and he rushes at him. Go, with a black sword in his hand, he stabbed at Zhuo Fan's face fiercely: "Zhuo Yifan, you must die. Only if you die, I am the true head of the Eight Emperors, number one in the world!"
Ding!
However, his incomparable sword has not yet arrived, and a metal moan has already rang suddenly. Immediately afterwards, the Sword Emperor was retreated by a strong shock, and he took five steps in a row before he could stop his body. When he raised his head and looked forward, he saw an eight or nine-year-old boy in front of Zhuo Fan, with a wicked sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"If you want to do something with my dad, pass me first!"
"Who are you?"
"He is the Sword Emperor!" Seeing the Sword Emperor's surprised eyes, Zhuo Fan made a faint voice, which made the Sword Emperor suddenly startled and shook his head in a daze: "Sword...Sword Emperor? Impossible? , He is the Sword Emperor, who am I?"
"You love who you are, but you can never be called the Sword Emperor anymore, because you are no longer worthy of this title!"
With a grin, Zhuo Fan said contemptuously: "Sword Emperor, Sword Emperor, Sword Emperor. Maybe his strength is not the highest of the Eight Sovereigns, but he should definitely be the pinnacle of swordsmanship, an existence that no one can match. But now , Ao Changtian, your swordsmanship has been surpassed by others. The name of the sword emperor belongs to my son. It has nothing to do with you. You are not even the second child of ten thousand years, ha ha ha..."
The brows trembled fiercely, the Sword Emperor stared at the two of them closely, and his dark face gradually flushed: "No, I am the Sword Emperor, the strongest person in kendo among the Eight Emperors, no one can do it. Deprive me of the Sword Emperor symmetry number!"
Touch!
With a roar, the Sword Emperor stepped on the ground steeply and went straight for nine days. But seeing the golden light flying out of the body, just in the blink of an eye, a giant golden shadow with two swords in his hands was formed in an instant, but the flaw is that the continuous black air entangles it, but it is slightly mottled. So that this giant suddenly lost that majestic momentum!
Sage giant?
With a lightly raised brow, Jian Tong glanced at Zhuo Fan: "It seems that the Sword Emperor really broke through the Saint!"
"Then do you dare to fight?"
"Joke, I came to win his name. In front of me, dare to be called the Sword Emperor, isn't that looking for a fight?" Hehe smiled, Jian Tong's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he stepped on his feet and pointed the sword immediately. The emperor rushed away.
When the Sword Emperor saw this little thing rushing, he was really angry from his heart to the guts, and he was even more angry than seeing Zhuo Yifan. Dare to grab the name of the old man, look at the sword!
Huh!
A golden light smashed from the sky, and the terrifying power made the sky and the earth tremble.
"A sword breaks the sky, auspicious light descends to the world, breaks evil!"
"Hmph, you still have a face to break the evil? You have been contaminated with the evil spirits, what qualifications do you have to say to break the evil?" With a grin, the sword boy is noncommittal, his fingers are put together, a red glow blooms, and he waved forward so steeply. : "Going to the sky, Swordsmanship, punish!"
Touch!
Without the slightest lag, the golden sword shattered instantly.
The sword emperor was startled, his face was full of incredulity, and without saying anything, another golden sword immediately swung out: "The sword sweeps the eight emperors, destroys the demons and destroys the evil!"
"I am not right in my heart, but I practice the sword of righteousness. There is no power at all."
With a cold smile, Jian Tong pouted his lips in disdain: "Your kendo is chaotic, and worthy of being an emperor? It's simply a shame to the world's sword practitioners, get out!"
With a violent wave of his hand, the sword boy roared, but when a thunder light exploded, he used the Heaven-Splitting Sword Dao. In an instant, the second golden sword also shattered into **** instantly.
Seeing this scene, the Sword Emperor was stunned, not knowing why. Why is the sword skill he wielded from the body of the saint so vulnerable?
But before he can figure it out, Jiantong has already come to him steeply, a black air lingers on his two fingers, and he slashes suddenly: "Let you see the real kendo, the sword of destruction!" /
Huh!
The black air current penetrated from the top of the giant's head to the bottom, instantly splitting the giant in half.
With a loud bang, the giant shattered instantly and disappeared without a trace. The Sword Emperor spouted a mouthful of red blood and fell to the ground. His complexion was already much paler, but he didn't have much strength anymore.
It's just that in his eyes, he is still confused, and he keeps muttering to himself: "Why, I am a saint now, but the sword power has fallen?"
"Because you abandoned your kendo!"
At this time, Zhuo Fan slowly came to him, let out a long breath, Jian Tong also fell to him in an instant.
"Ao Changtian, I remember that when we first became famous in Sanctuary, you and I were vying for each other, and no one would let anyone. In the end, I became the Eight Sovereigns, and I was the first, and you were the second. Never changed!"
"Zhuo Yifan..." His eyes narrowed slightly, and the Sword Emperor's eyes gradually became clear: "Why are you still alive and have become the way you are now? Zhuo Fan... Butler Zhuo..."
"Oh, are you awake?"
"I don't know whether I am awake or confused, I only know, I lost!"
With a long spit, the Sword Emperor couldn’t help but smiled bitterly: “However, I didn’t lose to that little guy, but to myself. My good Sword Sovereign, I don’t study kendo, and covet the magic skills. What is the law for? I abandoned my own swordsmanship, and the magical road was cultivated so badly. It should have ended like this. Now my demonic energy has begun to dissipate, which proves that my life is also declining. I will die soon, but why is it before dying? , I just figured this out, my kendo does not need the Devil Emperor skill, it does not belong to me!"
Looking at him deeply, Zhuo Fan nodded slightly, slowly came to him, grabbed his hand and said: "The best you can figure out is how many years old opponents are. Come on, I'll give you one last ride!"
"Okay, Zhuo Yifan!"
Nodding clearly, the Sword Emperor looked at the gurgling black air in his hand again: "Uh, what do you mean?"
"It's nothing, you are going to die anyway. The energy of your whole body will radiate to the world. Isn't it a waste? Anyway, you have refined the power of so many people. Rather than dissipate it, it is better to leave it to me!"
"You..." His face trembled slightly, but the Sword Emperor couldn't help but laugh when he looked at him: "Zhuo Yifan, you are still the same, annoying, so you said to send me the last one. , That’s what it means, take me as your practice material. But you have to be careful, don’t be like me, but the gain is not worth the loss!"
"Don't worry, I have already passed the time when I was so lustful, I have this self-control, I won't be like you, hehehe..."
"Hehehe...that's good, I can't think that the grievances five thousand years ago are not the end, but the beginning. In the end, you will win, the old opponent!"
Slowly closed his eyes, the Sword Emperor showed no resentment on his face, and it was completely reduced to ashes. Zhuo Fan slowly put the dust on the ground, and a frightening light flashed in his eyes, and his whole body suddenly rose up...