Chapter 1002 The Road to Heaven Chapter 1002

call out!

Like a black electric light piercing the sky, Baili Yuyu raised his hand and grabbed it, and with a puff, he firmly held the black sword in his hand.

The black streamer exudes a strange color in the hot sky, and the slightly clear and soft chanting sound, like the chanting of a demon, makes a heart-wrenching sound in the whole world.

His eyelids twitched slightly, and Baili Yuyu stared at the long sword and vibrated, but was suddenly stunned. Because he had already seen that the quality and spirituality of this sword were the same as the Heaven Splitting Sword in the hands of the ancestors and the Burning Heaven Sword in the hands of Murong Lie.

This is the magic weapon!

But... which state's magic weapon is this, why have I never seen it before, or even heard of it? Is there such a strange weapon with black stripes among the five state gods?

When Murong Lie saw it, he couldn't help shaking his eyelids, his eyes were full of disbelief. At the same time, the Burning Heaven Sword in his hand was also groaning softly along with the sound of the black sword.

As if encountering some natural enemy, it exudes blazing flames and evil spirits!

"What's going on, what's wrong with this Burning Heaven Sword?" Taking a deep look at the trembling blade in his hand, Murong Lie couldn't help frowning tightly, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes: " Why is this Divine Sword so excited today, it is not as peaceful as usual, even if it has met with other Divine Weapons before, such a thing has never happened, but how can it be today..."

Murong Lie was puzzled, but Zhuo Fan knew it!

When the divine soldier saw this magic sword, he was of course excited. After all, although the body of the magic sword was the sword that lifted the sky, the sword spirit had already changed, and it was no longer what it used to be.

The five holy soldiers who had been successfully refined together, when they met again, were completely different from recognition, let alone swords, even ordinary people would be surprised when they saw them.

This is fortunate that the sword spirit of the Divine Sword can't speak, otherwise, seeing this greatly changed Qingtianjian, he would not have scolded immediately: "Hey, where did you come from, you dare to occupy the magpie's nest and occupy me. Brother's place, what about my brother?"

"Hehehe...dead!"

"How did you die?"

"It was destroyed by my master, who told it to be disobedient..."

Well, that should be the scene!

A sinister arc crossed the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Fan listened to the chanting of the two long swords, and filled up their conversation in his mind, but he smiled.

It's a pity, although the two swords are hostile, but the owner of the sword doesn't know what's in it, so he's dead confused.

"Since the Divine Sword is in hand, why are you still standing still?"

The two people in the air were stunned by the sound of the sword, motionless, Zhuo Fan still walked slowly, but suddenly shouted loudly, the sound was like a bell, deafening!

The body couldn't help shaking, and Baili Yuyu came back to his senses, looking at the magic sword in his hand, the corner of his mouth suddenly drew an arc of excitement. This time, she was finally able to fight Murong Lie happily and no longer suffer from that useless anger!

Now at this moment, everyone has the sword in hand, who is afraid of whom?

Thinking like this, Baili Yuyu immediately focused his entire body on the Divine Sword, and the whispering sound of the Heavenly Demon Sword became more intense. Finally, at the end, there was a sudden surge of momentum, and it shot out from the tip of the sword and went straight to the sky.

In an instant, the thunder rioted, and the wind roared. As the sword qi shot into the sky, the sky, which had already turned completely red, was once again torn apart by a bright crack in the middle. The silver light suddenly appeared, and the sword qi mixed with thunder was also scattered. , smashing the surrounding fire clouds into nothingness.

In just one breath, a piece of his own sky has already been created. Although this sky is very small, it is only one-third of the area of ​​the fire cloud, but it is completely different from before. After all, this has already shown that Baili Yuyu has the power to fight in a battle, and is no longer the one who can be slaughtered within ten strokes.

And Murong Lie was not the one who covered the sky with just one hand and was in charge of the sky!

Both of them were holding divine swords and confronted each other. It was impossible for this battle to end in a short time...

A sinister smile crossed the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Fan waved his hand slowly, continued to hold Que'er's little hand, and walked forward leisurely, his pace still brisk: "The two of you fight slowly, take a step first, hehe... "

His face couldn't help but twitched fiercely. Murong Lie looked at Zhuo Fan's far-away back, and his heart was secretly angry, but then he looked at Baili Yuyu standing in front of him with a sword, the corner of his mouth was still Hanging a provocative evil smile, but there is nothing to do, helplessly sighed.

"It seems that this time, it is really difficult to end it as soon as possible..."

"Yeah, within ten strokes, you can't beat me. Hundred strokes and thousand strokes, not necessarily, hehehe..."

With a grin, Baili Yuyu immediately drew a sword beam and rushed towards Murong Lie: "Patriarch Murong, this girl has never used a divine sword to fight an enemy in her life, and this time I happened to meet an equal opponent, you just Come and accompany auntie through two tricks, hahaha..."

Damn, now I'm a sparring partner!

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but Murong Lie gave a helpless smile and shook his head. Seeing the excited Baili Yuyu rushing towards him, he sighed helplessly and rushed back.

At this moment, Murong Lie knew that it would be difficult to keep Zhuo Fan, and he no longer wanted to fight, but Baili Yuyu was excited to use the Divine Sword. He wanted to practice his skills, but he had to fight.

As a result, a somewhat frustrated man and a cheerful woman immediately met, but it was Ding Ling who fought.

Suddenly, there was a huge earthquake in the world, mountains and rivers swayed, thunder and lightning flashed, and fire burned nine days. It was a sword

The two king-level people fought with the Divine Sword in their hands. This station was really broken, the sea was withered and the rocks were rotten, and an apocalyptic scene appeared in front of them.

Wherever the two of them passed, they were all scorched and destroyed, and life was devastated. Even if the two did not pass through the land, the aftermath only emitted, and everything disappeared into nothingness.

This battle, the battle was fierce, no one saw it, because no one dared to watch the battle between the two sword king masters, unless they didn't want to live.

Even Murong Xue and Zuo'er and the two daughters, once the battle between the two of them started, they already ran away in a hurry, and they didn't even have the courage to look back, only the indiscriminate bombardment in their ears, quickly put the two of them away. ears were deafened.

But even so, they fled so fast, they were almost involved in the earth-shattering battlefield, and there were no bones left.

As for Zhuo Fan, he disappeared into the smoke without looking back and disappeared without a trace. Murong Xue wanted to keep up, but couldn't find it.

This battle just cut off all the clues of Zhuo Fan, making Zhuo Fan once again become a rootless person, a mysterious figure that no one can find...

call!

Before the smoke billowed, a car stopped abruptly, Zhuo Fan pulled Queer onto the car leisurely, and then the car sped away again.

The guards in the car glanced at Zhuo Fan, and then looked at the huge shock outside the car, all of them couldn't help but look horrified, and said with a puzzled look: "My darling, sir, what's going on? We were in Fengshuang Town before. We were just doing a good job when the ice pick fell to the ground, so we hurriedly escaped. As expected, the whole town was destroyed. We were still worried about Mr. Leimang Volcano, let no one live?"

"It's okay, continue to drive your car, the Sword King Leng Yu is just fighting with Murong Lie!" Slowly waving his hand, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but chuckle, but his face turned pale.

But the rest of the people seemed to have not noticed, and said with surprise: "What, Murong Lie, the Sword God of Lieyang? How did you provoke him, sir, and what happened?"

"It's nothing, I was accidentally stared at, pfft..." Slowly waved his hand, Zhuo Fan was noncommittal, but suddenly his body shook, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of red blood.

The pupils couldn't help shrinking, and everyone was shocked: "Sir, you..."

"Father, you just..." Her eyelids trembled slightly, and Queer said with a worried look.

Shaking his hand with a smile, Zhuo Fan let out a long sigh, took out a pill from the ring and took it, and said faintly: "It's okay, I just had a grievance that I deserved, let's continue on the road!"

Looking at each other, the rest didn't know why, only Queer understood everything, sighed softly, and leaned into Zhuo Fan's arms, with a look of pity on his face.

The world is still shaking, and the strong fluctuations are rapidly spreading to the surrounding area. The aftermath of the two sword king-level masters is destructively extending to every corner of the surrounding area, and no one is spared.

There was only a car pulled by four or five panicked third-level spirit beasts, galloping all the way on the bumpy road...

Ten days later!

On the snowy avenue, a shadow suddenly flickered, and immediately appeared in front of a non-stop car. Without saying a word, he opened the car door and got in, but it was undoubtedly Baili Yuyu.

And the people in the car, in addition to Zhuo Fan's father and daughter, are a few familiar guards.

When they saw her coming back, everyone's eyes lit up and smiled: "Miss Yuyu, you are finally back, and the gentleman has been mentioning you before, afraid that something happened to you, hehehe..."

"He's afraid that something will happen to me?"

Taking a sidelong glance at Zhuo Fan, whose face was slightly pale, Baili Yuyu was a little surprised, but the corner of his mouth twitched, and he sneered: "He should take care of himself, I think his accident is almost the same! His face is pale and injured. already?"

An indifferent smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and Zhuo Fan was noncommittal: "The soul is slightly injured, and it will be fine in about a month!"

"Tsk tsk... idiot!" Shaking his head helplessly, Baili Yuyu took a deep look at Zhuo Fan and sneered: "Who asked you to use your soul to pick up Murong Xue's trick, obviously the skill is similar, Wouldn't you be courting death if you released your soul?"

Laughing nonchalantly, Zhuo Fan didn't care at all: "I want to pay her back, if I don't use her fatal attack, what about paying her back?"