The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 1401 The Sword Master Beaten into a Rotten Pear

It's not difficult. When breaking the rules of his luck, the luck in the sword domain in the soul will be loosened, and the "rules of time" that control the "rules of time" will break away like a wild horse and return to the world.

Such a good thing in the world... Don't get too excited about Xuequan.

I just feel that this guy is too confident and easy to bully, so when faced with Li Haoran's one-on-one challenge, he readily accepts it.

"Then, let's go..."

Just when Li Dao spoke, the sword in his hand was pointing at him, and when he was about to make a move, Xuequan's eyes flashed, and the arrogant invincible body suddenly bumped over.

Li Dao looked stunned, Xue Quan grabbed his face, and hit the back of his head hard on the stone.

"You... you don't follow the rules... you sneak up on me..."

Xuequan laughed loudly, grabbed his head, shook his body, and smashed it violently, causing the surrounding stones to shatter.

What kind of luck rules are tightly grasped by him.

Better luck?Is there no luck in the magic gate?If there is no luck in the magic gate, how can there be a "lord"?Even he, the old demon lord, has luck with him!

The overbearing physical body was smashed hard, and Li Dao's body was ruined by him. His bones were broken, and colorful internal organs flowed out.

But as the "lord", how can he be so easy to kill? In the dark, a sword of luck cut towards the blood spring and severed his head.

But for a moment, the head returned to the neck, and at this moment, Li Dao took advantage of this gap to recover the palm of Xuequan's already detached hand.

Someone on the sidelines scolded: "Don't talk about martial arts...sneak attack...haven't called the start yet..."

Xuequan didn't care about all kinds of remarks, looked at Li Dao with a smile, and said softly: "It's not bad, it can be regarded as a master, but you don't know, there are countless masters in the age of mythology."

"Small tricks, dare to be presumptuous in front of this deity? I have to say, you are too inflated, thinking that your reputation in the world is your reliance?"

"Wei Wuya's generation of sword masters, why did you choose an idiot like you to inherit the orthodox lineage? I have to say, the sword domain is in decline..."

After speaking, Li Dao was panic-stricken, and when he was about to escape from the void, Xuequan's sharp claws pinched his face again, making him even have no chance to enter the void.

Li Dao vomited blood and was beaten continuously, like a sandbag, causing the audience to scream in surprise.

"So the sword master is so weak?"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's the sword master..."

"But he was beaten so badly..."

"When killing the poisonous dragon, it was so majestic, but at this moment..."

"The Poisonous Flood Dragon came alone, but the Blood Spring is different, he is the old Demon Lord..."

After a while, the melon-eaters around talked about it. Hearing these voices, Xuequan laughed, and beat Li Dao like a rotten sour pear, unable to fight back.

The crowd was stimulated by this bloody scene, and shouted one after another.

"Kill him, kill this sword master!"

"Kill Li Haoran..."

"I have been waiting for this sword master for a long time, so I killed him..."

"The old demon lord is mighty..."

"Your Majesty is amazing..."

By killing Li Haoran, he can shatter his luck in the Sword Domain, so what is the "power of time" controlled by luck?

Xuequan clenched his fist, and with a bang, smashed Li Dao's head and upper body into powder, pulled away from the fist, and blood dripped down.

Everyone around is cheering.

Xuequan smiled lightly, and said indifferently: "If the contemporary sword master can only do this, then Wen will underestimate him."

"is it?"

Then he saw Li Dao's shattered upper body, and the flesh and blood floating out floated back little by little, and quickly returned to its original appearance.

It's just that his expression seemed to be a little bit annoyed, and he gave those people outside the field a vicious look, as if he was saying, "After I clean up the blood spring, I'll clean up you two-five-year-olds..."

The cheering crowd over there immediately stopped shouting, like quails one by one.

Xuequan was not surprised to see that he recovered so quickly, after all, he was a master, how could he die after being beaten twice by himself.

However, it is also obvious that the strong luck lingering on him has begun to become unstable.

"Hehe, it seems that you, the sword master, are not very popular."

Xuequan chuckled twice, looked at the silent crowd over there, with a slight sarcasm in his expression, he had seen this kind of thing a lot, when he had not controlled the Devil's Gate back then, wasn't that what happened to those devil kids?
Li Dao's face was livid, obviously dissatisfied with his embarrassing performance just now, but his tone was very calm.

"It's just a bunch of grass, as long as my sword master can kill you, they will still prostrate at my sword master's feet. As for you, it's just that my sword master was not ready and you took advantage of it..."

As soon as the words fell, when Xuequan was about to launch another wave of face-riding output, Li Dao's body suddenly began to grow, and a ten-foot-tall extremely evil statue rose from the ground in an instant.

The whole body is covered with pale scales, the head has spiral right angles, there are purple black flames rising between the brows, black pupils, purple lips and black nails, a pair of huge black wings like bats on the back, and an extremely evil black dragon with vertical pupils.

The layer of transparent but extremely dazzling white light wrapped around the black sword Xuan'e in his hand appeared upright, as if it formed a sharp contrast with this extremely evil appearance, but they were inexplicably connected together.

This white light is extremely rich, but it is the luck of the sword domain.

A huge sonic boom sounded from under his feet, and at the extreme speed, the powerful punch that passed the blood spring and thunder was stagnated in mid-air.

As soon as this extremely evil appearance appeared, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"It has appeared, it has appeared, it is actually the sword master's Dharma appearance~!"

"The sword master has never cast a spell before, not even killing the poisonous dragon..."

"This old devil is really powerful, and he actually forced the sword master to reveal his magic form..."

"Sword Master Niubi..."

"The sword master is mighty..."

"The sword master is doing well..."

"Wen Cheng, the sword master, has martial virtues, and Ze be the common people..."

"The sword master's magic power is boundless, and his supernatural powers are vast..."

"The sword master is invincible in attack, invincible in battle..."

"The sword master's virtue matches the heaven and the earth, and the mighty town of the universe..."

"The sword master will last for thousands of years, and he will rule the Middle Earth..."

The sound of flattery followed, most of which came from the dozen or so black-robed prisoners brought by Li Qianniang who had already taken refuge in Li Dao.

Xiao Chu and Sun Qianrou, who were mixed in, yelled the most. After Madam Duanyun yelled twice, she closed her mouth in shame.

The powerful guards who followed Qian Lingyue and the others could only shout in embarrassment when they saw this.

Then, when I saw that other people were as embarrassed as me, I stopped being embarrassed instantly, and even thought it was a little fun, so I shouted harder.

Ancestor Hong, a businessman, never knew what face is, and even danced and cheered.

Seeing his old friend forgetting himself so much, Lin Zhanfeng felt ashamed, so he pulled his sleeves, covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Hey, pay attention to your identity, it's almost enough, it's embarrassing."

Patriarch Hong pretended not to hear, and continued to cheer and dance.

(End of this chapter)