Chapter 1575

Looking at the sword in the field, the dust and the earth swept the sky and the earth, almost invincible power, countless people stopped breathing, and then the eyes showed a strong horror.

The power of Xiao Fan is beyond their expectations, and the power of the sword is beyond their expectations!

Two people, like the two rounds of the sun in the sky, are deeply depressed by other people of the same age, no one can stand with them.

“There is no such thing as a singularity in our spiritual realm. I am afraid that it is in the secluded domain, the eastern domain, and even the entire low-level province of Dongling. It is rare to see for thousands of years. I can’t find a few!” Someone looked at the match between Xiao Fan and the sword in the field. Suddenly, they could not help but sigh. “And if they can join hands, who else can compete in the battle of the three major domains?”

“But unfortunately, there must be a life and death between them. The two can only survive one person. It is really a sigh of sighs!”

For this remark, although no one spoke, there were many people who showed their approval on the face and eyes. Many people sighed.

just!

When their sighs were just remembered and they had not really fallen, the scene in the ancient battlefield completely let them lose their verbal ability. They stayed in place for a long time, motionless, and had a strong desire in their hearts. Take back the idea of ​​just saying these words.

In the ancient battlefield, Xiao Fan stepped on the pace of no sorrow, holding Ming Yexue in his arms, followed by Xing Qing, Lime, and the darkness of the scorpion step by step from the violent explosion, and everything The hurricane, the energy fluctuations and the Power of Ruination can’t reach him. The whole person can be described as A leaf didn’t touched the body.

Such a scene, people can only face each other, can’t believe that the sword is dust-free, holding the purple skull thunder sword to Xiao Fan’s Tianjian nine-style sixth style, the sky sword is not hurt at all. Xiao Fan.

“How, how is it possible?” Looking at the unscrupulous Xiao Fan and Xing Qing behind the Xiao Fan, Lime, some people suddenly have a cold heart, the body is shuddering, can not help but scream and talk, even the sound All changed.

With the horrible power of the sword and the dust at the moment, the younger generation naturally does not need to say anything. It is simply no one can rival, but look at the entire spiritual domain, even if the older generation can beat the swordless people. It is definitely not too much.

But even if the older generation can beat the sword and the dustless person in the face of this blow, it is impossible to say that like Xiao Fan, it is completely immune to all the offensives of the sword, and is not immune to any of them. influences.

This is absolutely impossible.

But things can be extremely strange and unbelievable. It is really a suspicion that there is a problem with your eyes. The scenes in the ancient battlefield that you see now are not real things, but only illusions. !

In the dead, between the hustle and bustle!

Looking at the scene at the moment everyone in the heart is involuntarily gave birth to an inexplicable illusion, that is, the sword is in front of Xiao Fan, really like a poor ants, where baring fangs and brandishing claws, but ultimately only It’s just like it.

Between the two, where is the best-in-class, and where is the same generation?

It is simply a day, a place, not a day.

“impossible!”

Looking at Xiao Fan, who is slowly coming out, the figure of the sword is also a stagnation, and the body suddenly becomes stiff. The mouth is blurted out, and a pale color that cannot be concealed appears on the face.

No one knows more about how big the formidable power he had just hit, but even so, he still can’t hurt Xiao Fan, and even can’t even get a hair.

As a result of such an impossibility, the sword is clean and the body is involuntarily deep and cold. An unprecedented inexplicable fear rises from the deepest part of the body, and then quickly breeds all over the body, making him like the whole person. Falling hail.

“bang!”

Xiao Fan, who came out of the explosion, just lifted his foot and trampled on the ground. Between the time, the blast and energy fluctuation caused by the sword’s stunned attack was like a fire that met a heavy rain. It was once disappeared without a trace, and it was completely calm, as if nothing had happened before.

then!

“Come!”

Xiao Fan raised his hand, once again slammed the hook on the sword, and then the darkness of the scorpion, filled with the chilling color of chilling, said, the voice is unconcealed contempt and smirk .

“I do not believe!”

In the face of Xiao Fan’s contempt behavior, the sword is suddenly like a detonation of explosive barrels, and the whole person will erupt again in an instant.

Then I saw him full of black hair flying, originally handsome and unparalleled, like a sun-like face above the moment is already awesome with a glimmer of color, the sky shouts, the sound is like endless thunder, spread throughout the ancient battlefield .

Next second!

“Tianjian nine style, seventh style, hundred swords hollow!”

“Tianjian nine style, eighth style, thousand swords mixed yuan!”

In the dust-free mouth of the sword, there was a continuous scream of screaming, and then in his words, a thunder and a shuddering sound, the purple skull thunder sword in his hand rose again and again, and the endless purple light was like a river of endless rivers. In general, it emerges from the thunder sword, illuminating the thousands of miles of all around.

Another second!

The dust-free movement of the sword is almost to the extreme. The purple thunder sword first condenses a hundred slaughter scented terrifying Black Sword in the air, and then condenses a thousand mysterious and exhilarating breath. A thousand silver swords for blood coagulation can not be seen at a glance.

Then, the hundred slaughter scented the terrifying Black Sword and the thousands of mysterious and unpredictable breaths, and the silver swords were smashed, with the destruction of the sky and covering the earth. It is like a flood of dykes, and it is rushing toward Xiao Fan.

Everything that went through the ground, the sky, all around was completely shattered by the thousands of silver and black long swords, and then turned into a vacuum of extinction.

Everyone inside and outside the ancient battlefield is watching the field tightly, and the heart is beating wildly. If you want to see the sword that is more than ten times better than the one that was just hit, will Xiao Fan still be able to Do not violate the law? Still can A leaf didn’t touched the body, what offensive can not hurt him?

“hong long long !”, “hong long long !”, “hong long long !”

Under this dust-free attack, the sound of the explosion in the field is endless, and it can’t stop. Because of the violent explosion and the energy fluctuations of the monks, nothing can be seen clearly. Everyone can’t see anything. It is silent, the heart beats more and more, the bloodline is squirting, and the body is shaking and waiting for the result of this attack!

“hu Chi!”, “hu Chi!”, “hu Chi! ”

The seventh and eighth styles of the Tianjian Nine Style are played continuously. For the sword that has been integrated with the Dragon Race True Blood, it is still a big burden. He is full of sweat because of the huge power consumption. The body is shaking a little.

but!

Before he really breathed a sigh of relief, when he saw the situation in the field, his blood instantly solidified, and the whole person stood there unconsciously, motionless, like a stone sculpture.

At the same time, all the people also saw the plot in the field, and then everyone else and the sword are dust-free, solidified there, left for a long time, lost all life.

Because among them, Xiao Fan holds Ming Yexue in her arms, and behind her with Xing Qing and Lime, they are once again taking heavy steps from the explosion of the heavens, the extinguishing of the earth, and the darkness of the scorpion is not ruined. Going out, a few people said that they were hurt by a little bit of injury. Even the clothes were not contaminated with dust, and the clean ones could not be cleaned.

Obviously, the third time that the sword is clean, I can’t hurt Xiao Fan. The result is the same as the previous two. There is no difference or difference!

“Yes, why, will, will it be?”

The dust-free star of the sword instantly became disillusioned. He stood there motionless. The whole person looked at Xiao Fan without focus, and then muttered in his mouth, but his voice was not big, but in The unusually quiet ancient battlefield is particularly loud, and it is introduced into the ears of many people in a clear way.

“No dust, you want!”

The surviving jade girl originally wanted to struggle to get up, to open the seat to comfort the sword without dust, and then to rebuild the self-confidence of the sword, but at this moment, she also lost all confidence, only to say a beginning Nothing can be said anymore, and then the scorpion is faint, and desperate, and deep down.

I paused!

“Wrong, all wrong, we are all wrong, and it is a big mistake!” Yu Yan’s face reveals a sneer-like color that she has never seen before, and suddenly she is extremely lost self-control The voice screamed, and the voice was filled with the madness of self-confidence completely collapsed. “On the day of the swallowing of the dragon, everything is wrong!”

“Xiao Fan, simply did not use the power of the broken state to destroy the 580-party Fang Da Zong, he relied on his own strength to destroy the 588-party Fang!”

“Hahahaha, all of us are wrong, wrong and outrageous, wrong and deadly, Hahahaha!”

In the ancient battlefield, everyone is silent, silent, and does not move, only the jerky laughter of the jade girl has been there for a long time, and it is endless.

“Come!”

In the screaming laughter of the girl who collapsed because of the collapse of self-confidence, Xiao Fan is indifferent, a pair of scorpions are dark and heart-wrenching, and the scalp is numb, and then his face is as always. The cruel color, raising the hand again and again with a dusty sword, gently hooked it, and the voice was full of scorn and sarcasm.