Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 542 How is it possible
Liu Wushuang was shaking violently while enduring the feeling of wanting to vomit.

He regretted it now and wanted to change his mind and not want that mysterious treasure anymore.

After all, if a person is dead, it is useless to have treasures.

Thinking of this, Liu Wushuang prepared to kill Zheng Fan, kill Zheng Fan here, and take the magic weapon on his body.

When the time comes to obtain Zheng Fan's magic weapon, the feeling of wanting to vomit should disappear.

Liu Wushuang turned around, and saw Zheng Fan looking at him with a cold face, not trembling at all because of the two mysterious roars.

His eyes were vicious, full of greed, and he thought that the magic weapon on Zheng Fan's body was definitely a good thing, and he had to get it.

Zheng Fan looked at Liu Wushuang's vicious and greedy gaze, the strong murderous aura exuding from his body, and said indifferently: "You are looking for death."

Listening to Zheng Fan's words, Liu Wushuang lowered his voice and said with a ferocious smile, "What do you think?"

While speaking, he clenched the scimitar with a cold glow in his hand, and said with a sneer, "I've been annoyed with you for a long time, so obediently hand over the magic weapon, and I can leave you a whole body."

Liu Wushuang is bound to win today, since he can't get the treasures in the mausoleum, he can attack Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan listened to Liu Wushuang's words, and said in a cold tone: "Idiot."

When Liu Wushuang saw Zheng Fan scolding him for being an idiot, he couldn't bear it in his heart, so he lowered his voice and roared, "I think you think you are too lucky."

While he was speaking, the scimitar in his hand was slashing towards Zheng Fan with a piercing chill, as if he wanted to freeze this place into a world of ice and snow.

When the scimitar was slashing down, the void couldn't bear its overwhelming power, and there were bursts of roaring sounds.

Zheng Fan looked at everything in front of him with a calm expression, without the slightest fear.

In his eyes, Liu Wushuang was no different from those he had killed in the past.

The only difference, I am afraid, is that the realm is a little higher than that group of people.

When Liu Wushuang saw his scimitar slashing down with a cold glow, Zheng Fan didn't even dodge, his expression was as calm as water.

He laughed ferociously and said, "You won't be scared stupid."

Liu Wushuang thought that Zheng Fan must have been frightened stupid, otherwise how could he not respond.

Zheng Fan took out the Jade Lion from the Jade Gourd, and collided with the cold machete.

Clang clang!
The moment the scimitar glowing cold and the Jade Lion collided, sparks burst out like metal colliding.

When Liu Wushuang saw this scene, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said pleasantly: "This is the magic weapon on your body."

After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "Don't destroy him, or I will tear you to pieces."

Liu Wushuang believed that the Jade Lion Beast must be Zheng Fan's powerful spiritual weapon, otherwise, it would be impossible to resist his blow.

After the words fell, there was a clicking sound, as if something was broken.

"Bastard, you actually broke the magic weapon." Liu Wushuang was very confident in himself, thinking that the scimitar in his hand would never be broken. It must be the jade lion beast in Zheng Fan's hand that was bent The knife was broken.

Zheng Fan listened to Liu Wushuang's words, and said coldly: "Stupid people are always stupid people."

When Liu Wushuang heard Zheng Fan scolding him for being stupid, he was about to swing the cold machete and attack Zheng Fan again.

When he was holding the handle of the knife in his right hand and was about to kill Zheng Fan, he suddenly found that his machete shattered into countless tiny pieces of iron and fell to the ground.

In his own hand, only the handle of the scimitar was left.

"You!" Seeing this scene, Liu Wushuang did not feel afraid of Zheng Fan, thinking that all this was due to the credit of the Jade Lion Beast in Zheng Fan's hands.

Without the Jade Lion Beast, how could Zheng Fan be his opponent, and how could he destroy his blue scimitar.

"I want you to die!" At this moment, Liu Wushuang was burning with anger like a volcano, completely forgetting not to speak loudly, otherwise dangerous monsters would come.

There was a deep blue aura on his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and when he grabbed the void with his right hand, a blue aura condensed into a scimitar.

At this time, Liu Wushuang no longer slashed directly with the scimitar, but threw the scimitar in his hand at Zheng Fan like a javelin.

After Liu Wushuang threw a blue scimitar, his right hand continued to grab it in the void, condensed into a blue scimitar in his hand, and threw it towards Zheng Fan again.

Liu Wushuang must let Zheng Fan be killed here by the blue machete today, no one can save him.

Zheng Fan looked at Liu Wushuang who was in a runaway state, and said indifferently, "Idiot."

While he was speaking, the jade lion beast in his hand was floating in front of him, and the breath of beating all the blue scimitars thrown by Liu Wushuang into blue disappeared.

Liu Wushuang felt like he was going crazy, why didn't he kill Zheng Fan instantly.

Annoyed in his heart, he let out an angry roar, and swung his right hand heavily into the void.

bang.

A blue fist mark, exuding a terrifying aura, hit Zheng Fan.

Wherever it passed, the ground cracked inch by inch.

Zheng Fan didn't even look at the blue fist, and a cyan flame that was as flexible as a small snake appeared in his right hand and bombarded towards the blue fist.

When the cyan flame like a small snake collided with the blue fist, there was a bang.

The blue fist mark disappeared, but the cyan flame like a small snake did not disappear. With a scorching breath, it rushed towards Liu Wushuang.

Seeing this scene, Liu Wushuang's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

He thought himself stronger than Zheng Fan. When Zheng Fan cast the blue flame earlier, the two blue flames disappeared from each other.

Why is Zheng Fan using the cyan flame again now, but his blue fist print has been scattered and disappeared, but the cyan flame still exists.

Could it be that his attack is weaker than the blue flame at the entrance of the mausoleum?
"No...impossible." Liu Wushuang refused to accept this fact and roared crazily.

puff!
When he was roaring, a blue flame like a small snake had come to him, burning mercilessly.

The fur coat Liu Wushuang was wearing was emitting black smoke.

He was in a state of madness, unwilling to accept this fact, and yelled: "Ah, it's impossible, I'm invincible, I'm invincible."

Roar!
Roar!
When Liu Wushuang was speaking, the previous mysterious roar sounded again.

Hearing these two strange roars, Liu Wushuang's legs trembled violently, without any hesitation, he ran towards the depths of the dark mausoleum.

Hearing these two mysterious roars, Zheng Fan was very close to his current position.

With a dignified expression, he held the jade lion beast in his right hand and walked towards the direction of the roaring sound.

As for Liu Wushuang, Zheng Fan knew in his heart that he would definitely die in this kind of place, so he didn't need to deal with him himself.

(End of this chapter)