The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1279: War of Saints
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Unconsciously, slightly startled, everyone looked at Zhuo Fan's arrogant face, but they were all stunned. After a short while, Qi Qi couldn't stop laughing, and the laughter was full of sarcasm.
From ancient times to the present, for so many years, Zhuo Fan has dared to make such a provocation against the holy mountain.
Even Meng Haodong couldn't help but laugh and curse: "Where are you from, so I don't know how high the world is, dare to put this idiot?"
"It's easy to say, in Xialuo's housekeeper, Zhuo Fan is the same!"
"What, you are the Zhuo Fan?"
The words were stagnant, Meng Haodong groaned again, and after looking at Zhuo Fan for a long time, he coldly shouted: "So, you are the guy who can't tell Qingcheng? Then Chu Qingcheng was robbed away just now. Does it have anything to do with you?"
"Hmph, no matter whether it is related or not, it has nothing to do with you!"
With a grin, Zhuo Fan stepped on Luo Yunhai's back and flew straight for nine days: "A bunch of dead people, there is no need to know so many things!"
The eyelids jumped unconsciously, and everyone was stunned as they watched Zhuo Fan soaring into the sky. What, isn't he an ant who hasn't even reached the Sky Profound Realm? How can you fly to the sky and fly so fast?
After a while, they realized that this kid was deceiving!
One of the elderly people even yelled aloud. With the same step, he flew straight to the sky, and immediately caught up with him. At the same time, his body shook, but he saw the golden light overflowing, a hundred zhang with twelve shields wrapped all over his body. The giant figure can't figure out that he is a master in the mid-sacred realm between the heaven and the earth.
"It's not ashamed to say, run away from my sixth holy mountain, and want to leave so easily? It's not that easy. I want to see today, who is the dead one of us?"
"Hmph, let you take a good look!"
With a sneer, Zhuo Fan's eyes flashed through the aisles, and his body shook fiercely, but he saw the black air rushing straight into the sky. However, with a short time, a huge black shadow with a height of one hundred feet and full of evil aura appeared in front of everyone, majestic and imposing.
The pupils couldn't stop shrinking, everyone was shocked, why... he is also a holy realm master? How can this be? How did a kid from the imperial realm master the method of breaking through the holy realm?
Generally speaking, to break through the advanced realm, apart from one's own comprehension and aptitude, the technique is also very important. And to break through the holy realm, at the very least, you also need a heavenly rank technique.
However, this kind of exercise has long been monopolized by the Holy Mountain.
Therefore, the chance of a saint in the imperial domain is quite small. Unless it is a person with great wisdom and great understanding, self-understanding and creation of heavenly techniques are not available.
Also, once such a person appears, the Seven Sacred Mountains will be greatly recruited. Some people are willing to join, some people are not willing, it is still Xianyunyehe, and the Seven Sacred Mountains will not care.
After all, the idle saints are rare, and they are not a big threat. Those saints will not be foolishly against the Seven Sacred Mountains, and everyone will be in peace and enjoyment.
But now, they never expected that this ambitious one not only took over the power of the three holy mountain disciples in the imperial domain, but also secretly came to their holy mountain to **** people from the Luo family’s butler Zhuo Fan, who was actually a saint. The person is not a rumored weak chicken.
For a moment, the naked killing intent appeared in everyone's eyes.
A sage master, if he can be an idle cloud and wild crane with peace of mind, but if he wants to go against the sacred mountain, he must not stay.
Thinking of this, Meng Haodong shouted and ordered: "Elder Lu, kill him!"
"Yes, mountain lord!" With a contemptuous smile, Elder Nalu looked quite confident, and everyone else looked at him with a mocking smile.
After all, the strength of the two of them now is the louse on the bald head. It's obvious that the saint's mid-term and the early-term, Elder Lu won, but...
The dragon soars into the sky!
An evil smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and Zhuo Fan murmured in his heart. The dragon head on his black giant chest rushed out like an arrow from the string!
Boom!
The horrible explosion shook the sky. It’s just a moment’s time. Elder Nalu hasn’t reacted yet. Maybe he didn’t take Zhuo Fan seriously. He relaxed his vigilance. He didn’t even move, so he was slammed by the black dragon and shattered. The saint's chest was broken, and a huge hole about a thousand meters square was opened.
Even the twelve-sided golden shield guarding in front of his giant body fell apart in an instant, disappearing without a trace.
Puff!
An arrow of red blood spurted out, and Elder Lu's complexion paled in an instant. Along with the roar of the Holy Body, a loud noise broke, and the weak body also fell like a broken kite.
"Elder Lu!" Unconsciously, everyone yelled. At the same time, 10,000 grass mud hornet rushed wildly in my heart, and my head was full of flickering question marks.
This Elder Lu clearly has a higher cultivation base than that kid, or is the highest cultivation technique of the holy mountain, how could he lose to a wild road so quickly?
Even if the kid has a high level of understanding and has realized the techniques for breaking through the holy realm, he cannot be higher than the techniques accumulated by the holy mountain for hundreds of millions of years. How could there be such a big gap?
Roar!
However, before they want to understand their suspicion, a dragon roar resounds through the sky again. In Elder Lu's horrified eyes, the black dragon turned and swallowed his shaky body with a huge mouth.
Then the dragon returned to the chest of the Saint Zhuo Fan, and the ferocious dragon head looked extremely evil. No, there is still black air coming out of the edge of Longkou, just like the ashes of Elder Lu just now.
Seeing this scene, everyone at the scene gathered together, and their backs were cold. What a domineering saint, never seen before!
Seeing this, Meng Haodong also trembled fiercely, gritted his teeth with anger. Then, as soon as he stepped on his feet, Wu De flew up, and as the thunder and explosions continued throughout his body, a King Kong body with twelve giant swords behind his back also appeared in front of everyone in an instant.
Shoo!
Without any hesitation, Meng Haodong drew two thunder swords from his back, and slashed towards Zhuo Fan. Lightning trembling, thunder blasting, extraordinary momentum!
"Yeah, the mountain owner himself gave me some advice, do you want to get back the place?"
Flicking his brows, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but chuckle: "It's a pity, I'm afraid I will disappoint you, the dragon soars into the sky!"
Roar!
A dragon chant exploded into the sky again, and the huge black dragon flew out of Zhuo Fan's giant chest again, and flew straight to Meng Haodong's head, just in no time.
Touch!
But this time, Meng Haodong was already wary. A thunder sword stepped forward fiercely, and immediately stopped the fierce black dragon. At the same time, another thunder sword slashed out with one sword.
Hmm, the black dragon's body was cut into two immediately, turned into a gurgling black air, and disappeared. Zhuo Fan's giant also trembled fiercely, and unconsciously stepped back two steps, seeming to have suffered some severe damage.
But soon, the black dragon head appeared on the chest of Zhuo Fan's giant body, but Zhuo Fan's face was much more solemn than before: "Hmph, you deserve to be the peak master of the sage, indeed That person was completely different just now!"
"Stop gossip, take your life!"
Without lag, Meng Haodong took advantage of the victory and pursued it. Two thunder swords were swung in the air, turning into multiple lightning flashes, but after a few breaths of time, thousands of sword lights passed in front of him.
Zhuo Fan commanded the Holy Body to dodge and retreat. But when the sword light stopped and his body stagnated. Kakaka...Dozens of broken sounds are endless, and there are large pieces of armor on Zhuo Fan's black giant that burst into pieces, turning into black energy, and dissipating without a trace.
In the Holy Body, Zhuo Fan also shook his body, and a bright red line suddenly crossed the corner of his mouth, but it was because of this that he suffered a backlash.
Luo Yunhai, who was behind him, was surprised when he saw this, and he cared: "Brother Zhuo, are you all right!"
"Okay, the mountain lord is mighty!" Seeing such a scene, everyone underneath also shouted and cheered. However, although they were happy, their eyes looked at Zhuo Fan, still astonished and solemn.
Thousands of swords that can even hide from the mountain lord's lightning and flint have only injured dozens of places, which is not the point, this kid...seriously.
Similarly, Meng Haodong also understands this, his face is even more solemn.
After all, he is a pinnacle powerhouse, and the opponent is just the first brother who has just entered the holy realm. It stands to reason that he kills the opponent in seconds. But now, he has failed to win the opponent with thousands of swords, but it means he has already lost.
He can think that if he has the same cultivation level, he is probably the one who would be killed in a flash!
No wonder Elder Lu died so miserably just now, this kid... really is not a good kind, and he can't live anymore!
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, Meng Haodong stepped out, and the two thunder swords once again turned into sky light and shadows, slashing the airtight sword shadows at Zhuo Fan, there was no gap between counterattack and evasion.
The pupils shrank severely, and Luo Yunhai was shocked: "Brother Zhuo..."
"Mountain Lord, kill him!" Everyone underneath also yelled together.
With his eyes narrowed slightly, Zhuo Fan calmed down and then shouted loudly, "My saber, come!"
"Yes, father!"
Shoo!
A sound of breaking through the sky, the sword boy who has not been noticed, flew up into the sky suddenly, turned into a dark long sword, and instantly rushed into the giant body and came to Zhuo Fan.
At the same time, Meng Haodong's violent sword shadow has already smashed the giant Zhuo Fan!
Boom!
However, at this moment, the sky-shaking thunder and thunder burst, but a black light and shadow disappeared in a flash, and the dazzling sword shadow of the entire sky was gone, and all disappeared.
Can't help but take a moment, everyone underneath is still unclear, but Meng Haodong's giant King Kong can no longer stop back two steps, a soft sound, the two thunder swords between his hands, instantly shattered into light spots , Disappeared.
Puff!
A **** arrow was shot, and Meng Haodong's complexion turned pale, and his constantly trembling eyes raised his eyes, but he saw it right. I don’t know when, Zhuo Fan’s giant hand also appeared with a dark long sword. , Exactly the same as the one he held in the hands of the deity.
Moreover, the two swords are also shining with pitch-black flames, strange and evil...