Chapter 1102 Trampled to Death

Chapter 1102 Trampled to Death

Xiao Fan's idea is very simple, aren't you very proud, Sikong Zangjian? Isn't it very self righteous?

The young master trampled all the arrogance and dignity in your heart with one foot, let's see how proud you are! How self righteous you are!

Xiao Fan's huge soul power foot fell from the Nine Heavens, there was nothing fancy, it was just a very ordinary kick, but it was also this kick that showed Xiao Fan's strength even more.

"Roar!" The dragon blood barbarian war spirit above Sikong Zangjian's head roared angrily, as if he couldn't bear the huge coercion of that kick, and almost exploded.

"So strong!" In the distance, Zhan Baiyang's pupils suddenly shrank. He wanted to save Sikong Zangjian, but his strength was not Xiao Fan's opponent, and he was just courting death.

Zhan Yuyan was no exception, she looked indifferent, as if she also wanted Sikong Zangjian to die.

Luo Yuluo frowned, he really wanted Sikong Zangjian to die, but he was also worried about Xiao Fan's strength, Xiao Fan's strength had already exceeded his expectations.

Luo Yuluo just wanted to leave now, and staying here was meaningless to him, but he didn't dare to leave, he always felt that this matter was not easy.

If he left, Sikong Yu appeared, and Sikong Zangjian was not dead, then he would not be able to eat and walk around.

Suddenly, the roar of Sikong Zangjian resounded in the void.

"Supreme Realm, I am Supreme!"

Sikong Zangjian almost went crazy, the clothes on his body were agitated, the meridians on his forehead were wriggling like worms, they swelled to the extreme, almost exploded.

From the pores of his skin, even traces of blood seeped out. Xiao Fan's kick was too domineering, even if he tried his best, he was still no match.

"Supreme Realm? Just someone like you or Supreme?"

Xiao Fan looked disdainful and completely scoffed, his whole body was covered with golden flames.

At this moment, the blood of Shura was also activated, and the divine body of Shura was displayed, otherwise, it would be impossible to easily trample on Sikong Zangjian.

Of course, this is not Xiao Fan's limit. Once he uses Shura's divine power, Xiao Fan believes that his strength will skyrocket again.

No matter how talented Sikong Zangjian is, Xiao Fan can kill him.

Xiao Fan secretly used the power of the soul-locking orb a few times, but the soul-locking orb couldn't do anything to the dragon blood elephant and the dragon-chanting sword battle soul. The battle soul in the battle saint realm had completely dissolved in the blood, and could only be shaken for a while.

This effect is very limited, but if it is used at a critical time, it is still extremely useful.

"The soul-locking orb is only aimed at battle spirits below the ninth rank. The attack is limited, and the main thing is to create battle spirits." Xiao Fan thought to himself, the soul-locking orb is only for auxiliary purposes. If you want to use it to kill the enemy, that is Almost impossible.

boom!

With a bang, the battle spirit of the Dragon Chanting Sword above Sikong Zangjian's head suddenly exploded, turning into countless soul power and sword energy, and shooting out in all directions.

"Lock!"

At this time, a soft shout sounded, Xiao Fan flicked his finger, and streams of bloody light shot out from his fingertips, like a light curtain, covering the countless soul power.

Within one or two breaths, the soul power and sword energy suddenly disappeared, and all the red light poured into Xiao Fan's body.

In a short while, in the space of Xiao Fan's dantian, there was another phantom of a sword around the soul-locking orb, it was Sikong Zangjian's Battle Soul Dragon Chanting Sword.

This is the true ability of the soul-locking orb. Although it cannot deal with a war soul that dissolves in blood, it can lock and absorb a war soul after it shatters, and then reorganize a war soul.

Xiao Fan's kick hadn't landed yet, and his speed didn't decrease at all, Sikong Zangjian tried his best to resist, and there were bursts of dragon roars in his body.

With the dragon blood elephant and dragon chant sword, he also has a trace of dragon blood in his body, otherwise his physical strength would not be so domineering and powerful.

"kill!"

Sikong Zangjian shouted furiously with all his strength, his eyes were bloodshot, his aura was still rising, and a monstrous and terrifying force was roaring.

Fortunately, the other people in the Temple of War didn't see it, otherwise they would have been surprised. The strength of Sikong Zangjian is not the strongest among the Temple of War and those ancient people of the same age, but he is also the top type of people.

But now, Sikong Zangjian is almost powerless to resist, and it is still above the strength he is proud of.

Luo Yuluo frowned, he could imagine the shame in Sikong Zangjian's heart at this moment, the pride in his heart was trampled and shattered, what kind of torture is this?

"Hall Master Shura is indeed very strong, but it is not impossible for me to defeat him. When I go further, killing him will be easy." Luo Yuluo thought to himself.

In fact, he also murmured in his heart, Xiao Fan's strength was far beyond his surprise, at least, he couldn't defeat Sikong Zangjian so easily, he was just comforting himself by saying this.

"boom!"

Xiao Fan's foot finally landed, stirring up a terrifying storm of soul power, rushing in all directions, and everything within hundreds or even thousands of feet around was flattened.

Skeletons all over the sky were shattered by the ferocious storm, turning into endless powder and rushing in all directions, only the huge tomb remained unmoved.

The ground trembled violently, like a major earthquake of more than a dozen magnitudes, and the endless energy fluctuations rolled, completely submerging the surrounding area, and that place had already become the center of the riot.

"Hiss~" The three of Luo Yuluo, who had fled several miles away, gasped, the destructive power caused by Xiao Fan's kick was too terrifying.

Can Sikong Zangjian survive such a terrible kick?

The gazes of the few people were fixed on the distance, and after a full ten or so breaths, the violent storm calmed down, and Luo Yuluo's eyes instantly fell on the center of the storm.

A huge footprint tens of feet in size was deeply engraved on the ground, sinking four to five feet into the ground, and there were two figures on the edge of the giant pit of the footprints.

Wearing a black robe, Xiao Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at a bloody body on the ground, who else could it be except Sikong Zangjian?

At this moment, Sikong Zangjian was covered in wounds, all the bones in his body were shattered, and he was lying on the ground like a puddle of flesh, with almost only one breath left.

His scarlet eyes glowed with blood, and he wished to swallow Xiao Fan's flesh and blood. He never thought that he would lose to a monk from the Southern Region.

In his eyes, Xiao Fan is at most just a nouveau riche who accidentally got the inheritance of Shura. Deep in his heart, he looks down on Xiao Fan.

So he never took Xiao Fan, the Lord of Shura Palace, in his heart. Until now, he realized that he underestimated Xiao Fan.

"Your 10% strength seems to be nothing more than that. Do you really think that I used all my strength when I started fighting with you?" Xiao Fan looked at Sikong Cang Dao, who had almost turned into a fleshy paste, indifferently.

From the very beginning, Sikong Zangjian underestimated Xiao Fan's strength, he only used 50% of his strength for the first strike, but why did Xiao Fan use all of his strength, probably only 30% of his strength at most.

The light in Sikong Zangjian's eyes flickered, and at this moment, Xiao Fan's voice sounded again: "You self-righteous, how do you want to die?"

Sensing Xiao Fan's aura, Sikong Zangjian's pupils shrank, he knew that Xiao Fan really dared to kill him, and then roared with all his strength: "Junior brother, if I die, remember to tell my father, who killed him?" me!"

Hearing this, Xiao Fan suddenly raised his head to look at Luo Yuluo and the other three in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Brother, don't worry, I will tell Master that you were trampled to death by Xiao Fan." Luo Yuluo yelled, then waved his hand, leading Zhan Baiyang and Zhan Yuyan away without looking back .