Chapter 1101 Trampling

Gui Wumen was very uneasy in his heart. Xiao Fan was obviously blasted into the magma sea. How could he still be alive?

But the person who is currently fighting against Sikong Zangjian, they are all sure to be Xiao Fan. Is it possible to enter the Shura Palace in this magma sea?

"Xiao Fan?" Sikong Yu raised his eyebrows. He also recognized Xiao Fan. Although he had never seen Xiao Fan in person, he knew his face. After all, it is easy to describe a person's appearance with soul power. things.

For some reason, Sikong Yu also felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, neither of them moved. They could see that Xiao Fan and Sikong Zangjian were having a conversation. Although the Void Ancient Mirror could display images, they could not hear the sound.

After a while, Xiao Fan and Sikong Zangjian fought. At first, Xiao Fan was still at a disadvantage.

However, not long after, Xiao Fan instantly made a 180-degree reversal and gained an absolute advantage. He knocked Sikong Zangjian away with one kick, and then stepped on Sikong Zangjian's chest.

Blood spurted out from Sikong Zangjian's mouth, and his face instantly turned pale.

"Xiao Fan!" Sikong Zangjian's murderous intent bloomed, and his cold eyes stared at the scene, "If you dare to kill my son, I will destroy your whole family."

"Sikong Yu, although our Yan Luo Mansion has suffered a loss, it seems that your son is not much better." The Death Judge smiled coldly, his tone full of ridicule.

"You all deserve to die!" Sikong Yu's eyes were cold, and a terrifying aura surged out of him. He took back the Ancient Void Mirror and suddenly bowed respectfully towards the sky: "Your Majesty, the Hall Master."

No, to be precise, he bowed to the Ancient Mirror of the Void.

Hearing Sikong Yu's words, Gui Wumen and the others took a breath of air. Who else could be the person who could make Sikong Yu so respectful, and who was also called the Lord of the Palace by him?

Buzz~

The ancient mirror in the void suddenly bloomed with a strange brilliance, ripples spread rapidly, and the void was filled with thunderclouds, as if a hole had been opened.

The seven-colored light soared there, so bright that it stung people so much that they couldn't even open their eyes. There were countless soul patterns flowing in the void, which looked very strange.

The hole was getting bigger and bigger, as if it were building a void passage. A terrifying power of thunder and lightning surged out from inside. In a blink of an eye, the void was flooded by endless thunder and lightning.

"Void Boundary Formation! Destroy it!" Gui Wumen recognized the void channel, which was the Void Boundary Formation used for teleportation.

Feeling the tyrannical power of thunder and lightning, Gui Wumen knew who was coming. Apart from the legendary master of the Temple of War, who else in the world could be so terrifying? Just the breath of them could not overcome them. Come.

As soon as the words fell, everyone jumped into the air one after another. They also knew the consequences of the Void Formation. Once the Lord of the War Temple appeared here, they would definitely die.

"Want to destroy the Void Realm? When the Lord of the Palace comes, you will all die." Sikong Yu looked disdainful. This was his biggest support.

Originally, he wanted to torture Gui Wumen and the others, but now, his son is being stepped on by Xiao Fan, and his life is in danger at any time, and he can't control it so much.

He really wanted to rush into the Shura Secret Realm now, but the mission of the Lord of the Temple of War was not completed, so how could he dare to leave without authorization.

Only by killing these people and completing the task of being the master of the Temple of War can he enter the secret realm of Shura.

Sikong Yu stood in the sky holding the Ancient Void Mirror, staring coldly at Gui Wumen and the others. As long as the Ancient Void Mirror was in his hand, there was nothing they could do about the Void Realm.

At this moment, Xiao Fan in the Shura Secret Realm looked at Sikong Zangjian with a cold expression, and said with disdain: "Is this the capital of your pride?"

Is this the capital of your pride?

Xiao Fan's words were full of sarcasm. Aren't you Sikong Zangjian very awesome? Aren't you being stepped on by me now?

Xiao Fan originally thought that Sikong Zangjian would be very powerful, but it was far from as powerful as Xiao Fan imagined. At least in terms of speed, Xiao Fan had an absolute advantage.

Sikong Zangjian looked at Xiao Fan with bared teeth, his eyes were extremely red, and he wanted to eat Xiao Fan alive right away.

"How dare a pearl of rice compete with the sun and the moon?" Xiao Fan looked at Sikong Zangjian on the ground indifferently and returned his previous words to him.

Sikong Zangjian gritted his teeth, and a stream of blood spilled from his mouth. The injury just now was nothing to him.

But being trampled under Xiao Fan's feet was the greatest humiliation to him.

"Xiao Fan, I can tell you with certainty that you will die miserably!" Sikong Zangjian showed no fear at all, his expression was extremely indifferent.

"Really?" Xiao Fan smiled evilly and said with disdain: "Can't you make the people of the Nine Realms kill me with just one word? Now try it."

At this time, you are still threatening yourself? Even if I die miserably, it's a pity that you won't be able to see it.

At this moment, Xiao Fan was so murderous that he had no intention of letting go of Sikong Zangjian. So what if he killed the ones from the God of War Temple? He would kill them first. Anyway, the master and the God of War Temple were not on the same path.

Sikong Zangjian's face turned red from holding back. He just said this casually before, but he didn't lie. When he went to other holy cities in the past, no one would treat him with respect.

Because of his special status, he is the son of the fourth elder of the Temple of War. There are few people who would not give him face. As long as he says something, many people will buy it.

But no one here paid any attention to him. Even Luo Yuluo and the others stood in the distance and watched quietly, with no intention of intervening.

"Killing you is enough for me." Sikong Zangjian suddenly roared angrily, his body rose up, and the terrifying sword energy bloomed from his body.

The power of panic surged, Xiao Fan was blown away several feet by this momentum, and the blood in his body was churning.

As he was flying, he looked high into the sky. Above Sikong Zangjian's head, two phantoms appeared in vain. One of them was a giant elephant twenty to thirty feet in size, roaring like a dragon's roar.

But the other shadow was a huge dragon-shaped sword, and the sword energy around it was like little dragons whistling and circling.

Although the bloodline can be integrated with the blood after breaking through to the Holy War Realm, in order to truly unleash the power of the war soul, it is best to let the war soul leave the body. In this way, the power of the realm will be even more terrifying.

"Dragon Blood Elephant, Dragon Song Sword, turned out to be ninth-grade twin battle souls, Sikong Zangjian? Sure enough, there is a sword hidden." Xiao Fan was also shocked by Sikong Zangjian's talent.

Whether an ordinary person possesses a Dragon Blood Elephant or a Dragon Sword fighting spirit, his talent will not be much different. However, these two fighting spirits are actually gathered in the same person. This talent is not ordinary and terrifying. .

Could it be that the higher the strength of a person, the stronger the fighting spirit of his descendants? Xiao Fan secretly thought that maybe the fighting spirit might really be related to blood.

But Xiao Fan quickly calmed down. He had even seen the twin battle souls of the divine rank, so what were the twin battle souls of the ninth rank?

The next moment, Xiao Fan's whole body was blooming with golden light. He stepped on the void, suddenly stopped, and then shot out like a cannonball.

Boom!

A super loud sound shook everyone's eardrums, and the crowd only saw a giant foot falling from the sky, stamping hard on the top of Sikong Zangjian's head.

This kick exuded a terrifying aura, and its overbearing power would probably not only kill Sikong Zangjian, but also trample his pride.