Underworld exchange group

Chapter 1150

At the end of the words, a beam of brilliance fell, very fast, very heavy, with a whoosh, it was shot from nowhere and it was inserted on the Duanxiantai. It was a sword, a bronze-colored, square, long, unsealed sword , it is also engraved with ancient runes, the characters are so old that even Zhang Fan can't understand them.

The sword style is simple and atmospheric, thick and without front.

"Yes, it's the Chongjun Sword!"

The moment they recognized the sword, almost everyone took a breath and quickly backed away. The fear emanated from their bones, as if what was stuck on the ground was a landed grenade.

"It's the ninth sword!"

The ninth in a hundred swords, heavy average!
Boom, between the sky and the earth, suddenly sank down, the whole earth seemed to sink several meters down, standing on the ground felt like falling rapidly in an elevator, the feeling that the soul was flying down.

At the beginning, there were only ten swords on the sword list. Later, the number of swords appeared less, and some new sword masters appeared, so it gradually increased to one hundred. But everyone knows that those ten swords are far ahead of the hundred swords behind. Swords, because the first ten swords, especially the first four swords, can kill saints together.

One can imagine how powerful this balance is.

A strong so-called strong pressure pressed on the chest of everyone present, feeling almost suffocated, the terrifying breath of that person was approaching, it felt like seeing a lightning flash across the sky in a thunderstorm, and the thunder was going to explode after all. of.

"coming!"

A figure emerged from the void.

This person has long green hair, fair and bewitching face, a green vertical line on his forehead, and an extremely stalwart figure. This person does not look like a human being. His eyes are very dark, giving people a strong oppressive force. The first glance will make people feel scary, like the eyes of a beast.

He stood beside Chong Junjian, not saying a word or moving, but he shocked the audience.

Those terrifying eyes swept towards Zhang Fan, raised a sneer, and finally fixed his eyes on the Shengtian Burial Soul Sword in Zhang Fan's hand, and said two words softly: "Trash!"

It was this sword that killed Jiuyou's previous generation of Underworld Emperor Jinglun, it was this sword that cut the underworld in half, it was this sword that Zhang Fan almost died in the hands of the sword demon monk, and in his mouth It's rubbish, the Shengtian Burial Soul Sword, one of the hundred swords, turned out to be rubbish.

Unprepared, everything was too sudden, he didn't know when he pulled out the Chongjun sword, and slashed at Zhang Fan, not at Zhang Fan, but at the Shengtian Burial Soul Sword in Zhang Fan's hand. Among them, the Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Destroying Sword was unstoppable, and the Shengtian Burial Soul Sword, one of the hundred swords, broke into two pieces after a ding.

One section was still in Zhang Fan's hand, while the other section fell to the ground with a bang.

hiss!
The people in the field almost popped their eyes out.

A heavenly sword was destroyed with just a light tap like this, this... lying on the grass, Zhang Fan's face turned pale, this is his lifeblood, the combat power of one yuan, the reliance of the ancient times , This will definitely force him to pay.

"Hmph, I said it was rubbish!"

The man stared coldly at Zhang Fan's face: "This is the difference between the supreme treasure and the innate treasure, do you understand?"

"Don't be a frog at the bottom of a well, just throw your life away."

"I think you should know what to do."

This is because Zhang Fan can't help but completely release Sword Immortal Gu Xu from the prison of consciousness, and hand over the Twelve Capitals God's Light Banner.

Zhang Fan asked, "Who are you?"

That was him. Even if the ancients had never seen him, they had heard of who the owner of the Chong Jun Sword was. He smiled dumbly: "I haven't come out for a long time. It seems that the world doesn't even know me."

"Zhao taught the mighty Skywalker to lift up the sky..."

Although the people in the field had already guessed it, but when they really heard him say it, they were all shocked, and the pressure rushed to their faces.

Qingtian, the deputy leader of Zhaojiao, the main body Lingtian Beast.

Zhang Fan smiled faintly: "What if I don't let him go, and don't hand over the treasure?"

Qingtian laughed loudly: "Stupidity is not terrible, ignorance is the most terrible..." He still held the Chongjun sword in his hand, stuck it on the ground, and rested his hands on it: "I don't mind killing you !"

Zhang Fan said: "Kill me, the consciousness of Guxu Sword Sect is in my prison of consciousness. Although I am dead, Guxu Sword Immortal will always be like this."

Qingtian was still smiling, but the gaze in his eyes became colder and colder: "There are more than ten million Zhaojiao disciples like Guxu Jianxian. Do you think this church cares about just one?"

The Northern Heaven Realm is too big, and there are too many people. In the early days of ancient times, of course, the disciples of the Zhao Sect had the largest number of people. What he doesn't teach has awakened countless creatures, and the power of Zhao's teaching is also unprecedented.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Twelve Capitals' Heavenly Light Banner was stolen by the traitor Jin Guang, it would have been uncertain who would win the battle between the Chanzhao Sect and the two Sects. Erdu Tianshen Shenguang Banner.

Qingtian said: "I only count to three!"

"three……"

Zhang Fan's brows were tightly frowned. This person's strength is unfathomable, and he is the leader of the deputy sect of the Zhao sect. Just now, the seal of the Zhao sect gave Gu Xu Jianxian a one-yuan combat power. If you can directly cut the Shengtian Buried Soul Sword into two pieces, the accumulated combat power of these two magic weapons is already three yuan, and how can the leader of the Zhao sect only have two yuan combat power? This has existed since ancient times Creatures, Lingtian beasts, it is impossible to be weaker than Guxu Sword Immortal, and it is conservatively estimated that his cultivation has reached Qiyuan Tianzun.

This is the most conservative estimate. The limit may be eight yuan or nine yuan, or even a half-step little saint, or even a real saint.

How to fight this?
But how could Zhang Fan be reconciled to handing over the light banners of the Twelve Capitals in this way.

"Hahaha……"

First there was laughter, and then there was a thunderclap, and a golden light lit up in the distant sky. This golden light was very special, a bit like Buddha's light, but it was more holy and powerful than Buddha's light.

A group of figures approached one after another, seemingly displeased, and they arrived in front of them in an instant, walking slowly along the Duanxiantai: "Even if the Twelve Metropolis Tianshen Light Banner is destroyed, it will not be returned to the Zhao sect. This is the rule established at the beginning. .”

Qingtian's face turned cold: "It's you!"

"You old bastard, you're still alive!"

The man smiled and said, "You are not dead, how can I die."

This person was shrouded in golden light, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but judging from Qingtian's expression, he was by no means an ordinary person, he must be someone who could sit side by side with him.

"Boy, give me the light banner of the Twelve Capitals, and I will save your life."

Zhang Fan felt so depressed, what is the difference between giving to you and giving to him? It seemed that he had done me a big favor and made me feel like I owed you a favor.

If you give Qingtianding more, you will lose the light flag of the Twelve Capitals. For you, in addition to the light flag of the Twelve Capitals, I owe you a favor. I might as well give it to Qingtian. To whom?

Zhang Fan said, "There is only one treasure, who do you want me to give it to?"

He was lost in thought!
Just now he was completely at a disadvantage and had almost no strength to resist, but now it is different, two tigers are fighting, he can sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

Qingtian and this mysterious person don't understand this truth, but this matter has been forced to this point, you say, who among them is willing to give up, of course no one is willing to give up.

Qingtian snorted coldly: "It seems that I am not a person taught by Zhao."

"Ha!" said the mysterious man, "You are really right, I have already voted for another teacher."

Qingtian laughed: "What a coincidence, I also voted for him to teach."

Let me go, this is too sloppy, for the sake of the Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Light Banner, I really don’t need morality, don’t these teachings have no sense of pride and binding force, it’s really sloppy to apostate if you say judgment Don't want it.

"You're still as despicable as ever!"

"Each each other!"

The mysterious man said: "Why, you want to play tricks with me, but I want to see how much time have you seen since you have passed so many years?"

Qingtian held the Chongjun sword with his backhand, his eyes were slightly cold, and a cold light shone inside: "I am also curious, how shocking you will be when you have endured for so many years, and now you are in the world."

In their eyes, Zhang Fan was just an ant, and when they finished fighting, Zhang Fan would still be slaughtered by them.

(End of this chapter)