Chapter 1106: Zhan Sikong Yu

Chapter 1106: Zhan Sikong Yu

Sensing the killing intent on Tu Tianshang's body, Xiao Fan's expression froze, but the killing intent on Tu Tianshang's body soon disappeared, which made Xiao Fan heave a sigh of relief.

If Tu Tianshang wanted to kill himself, he would have done it long ago, and he wouldn't wait until now. Could it be that his killing intent was not aimed at himself?

"You solve the troubles outside by yourself."

Before Xiao Fan could say anything, Tu Tianshang waved his hand, and Xiao Fan's body suddenly flew upside down without any resistance at all.

Under that force, he was like a fallen leaf, completely out of his control.

When Xiao Fan came back to his senses, he had already appeared outside the huge tomb, the passage had disappeared, and the huge tomb had returned to its original appearance.

Xiao Fan didn't know why Tu Tianshang drove him away, but he still remembered Tu Tianshang's words in his mind.

"Trouble, what's the trouble?" Xiao Fan raised his head and looked around, there was nothing but the Eighteen Skeleton Riders, so there was no other trouble.

Suddenly, Xiao Fan raised the white token in his hand, and the next moment, all the Eighteen Skeleton Knights knelt on the ground with their heads lowered, showing respectful expressions.

The skeletons looked very imposing and cold, they were about eight feet tall, in human shape, with a bone knife and a bone sword pinned to their waists.

Glancing at the Eighteen Skeleton Knights, Xiao Fan's eyes showed satisfaction. The Eighteen Skeleton Knights are all in the middle stage of the War Saint, which is a great help for him.

The most important thing is that these eighteen skeletons have infinite clones and the power of rebirth. Based on this alone, their strength is far beyond that of ordinary mid-stage war saints.

"Skeleton eighteen knights, according to common sense, there should be mounts too." Xiao Fan had a strange idea in his mind, and a picture appeared in his mind.

That was the scene of 18 human-shaped skeletons standing on the backs of 18 spirit beast skeletons and slaughtering all directions. Just thinking about it, a smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the sky, and a huge palm of soul power descended from the sky. The terrifying coercion made Xiao Fan unable to lift his head.

Xiao Fan's complexion changed. Just relying on this momentum, ordinary people can't do it, at least in the late stage of the War Saint, or even the peak of the War Saint. Is this the so-called trouble in Tu Tianshang's mouth?

Xiao Fan thought that his strength was good, and even in the late stage of the War Saint, he could survive under his hands, but in front of this palm, Xiao Fan felt the threat of death.

"break!"

Xiao Fan shouted loudly, then put away the white skull order, swallowed two drops of Shura's divine power at once, and then slashed up with the Shura sword in his hand.

The sound of howling swords resounded through the heaven and earth, like a ray of dawn breaking through the sky before dawn, and the incomparably overbearing soul power split into two in vain.

At the same time, the Eighteenth Skeleton Rider stepped up into the air, drew out the long sword at his waist and slashed up, the soul power palm had already been cut by Xiao Fan's sword, and its power was greatly reduced.

Now that the Eighteen Skeleton Knights made a move, the palm exploded directly, turning into a terrifying wave of soul power and sweeping around.

Xiao Fan stood at the very center of the soul power storm, looking at the sky with cold eyes, a middle-aged man appeared there, looking down at him coldly, as if he was looking at an ant.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair fluttering, his murderous aura bloomed, and his terrifying arrogance was burning. Standing there, he was like a war god coming to the world.

"Who are you?" Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes, he felt a threat from the other party, and he couldn't help being careless.

If you go all out, you won't have any problem escaping from the peak of the Battle Saint Realm, not to mention that there are eighteen skeleton knights beside him.

"You killed my son?" the middle-aged man said, his tone extremely gloomy, he was none other than Sikong Yu who rushed over.

Xiao Fan felt a little baffled, but since he was here to kill him, Xiao Fan would not be polite, and said coldly: "I have killed too many people, I don't know which one you are talking about?"

"Hmph, arrogance!" Sikong Yu snorted coldly, "If you kill my son, you will have to pay with your life. I will abolish your cultivation first, break your limbs, let you enjoy the pain of thousands of arrows piercing your heart, and then take you away. Return to the Temple of War!"

"From the Temple of War God, are you Sikong Yu?" Xiao Fan froze, and instantly guessed the identity of the person who came, it should be Sikong Zangjian's father, Sikong Yu.

call!

Before Xiao Fan could react, a gust of wind blew by, and Sikong Yu who was high in the sky had disappeared at some point. In an instant, Xiao Fan felt a terrifying force coming from before him.

"So fast!" Xiao Fan was terrified. Speed ​​was also his strong point, but it was nothing in front of Sikong Yu.

Yin ~ Yin ~

There was a sound of sword chant, Xiao Fan kept dancing the Shura sword in his hand, his body surface was glowing with golden light, Shura's divine wings appeared, and Xueluo's blood boiled even more.

Faced with Sikong Yu's attack, Xiao Fan almost spared no effort, but he knew that Sikong Yu was the fourth elder of the Temple of War, and his cultivation was at the peak of the Battle Saint Realm.

The Eighteen Skeleton Knights around them also shot at the same time. Although they only had an instinctive fighting consciousness, they were very vigilant.

To put it nicely, they are called the Eighteen Skeletons, but to put it bluntly, they are eighteen executioners, born to kill.

clang clang!

The sound of metal and stone colliding came, and sparks flew in all directions like celestial maidens scattered flowers. Eighteen skeletons stood in front of Xiao Fan, and several of them were beheaded in an instant, but they were revived soon.

Xiao Fan only felt the pain in the palm of his hand holding the Asura Sword, he flew upside down with the help of the strong shock force, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

At the peak of the Battle Saint Realm, he was not invincible, Xiao Fan couldn't bear just that coercion.

Breaking through the Saint of War Realm, he also knows that the early stage of the Saint of War comprehends the power of heaven and earth, the mid-stage of Saint of War comprehends the power of heaven and earth, the later stage of Saint of War comprehends the meaning of heaven and earth, and the peak of Saint of War comprehends the power of heaven and earth.

Xiao Fan had already experienced the power of the gods, and although the power of the heavens and the earth that Sikong Yu had comprehended was not as good as the gods, it was not something that Xiao Fan could match.

Looking inside his dantian, he found that there were only six drops of Asura's divine power left. A ruthless look flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes, and he consumed five drops in one go.

At this moment, the two drops of Shura divine power in his body have not been completely consumed, and if he consumes another five drops, his aura will suddenly skyrocket, faintly crossing the boundary of the middle stage of the Holy Spirit.

The next moment, Xiao Fan's foot landed on the ground, but he did not continue to retreat, but stomped hard, and rushed over at a faster speed than before.

"Death God!"

Xiao Fan roared angrily, and the Shura Sword burst into a terrifying light, a stream of blood rushing towards the tip of the sword, and then turned into a small spot of light and shot out, the speed was extremely terrifying.

Sikong Yu blasted away the Eighteen Skeleton Riders and charged at Xiao Fan angrily. At this moment, a stream of bloody light stabbed at him. For some reason, Sikong Yu felt a threat.

While probing his hand, a simple bronze mirror suddenly appeared in his hand, it was the ancient mirror of void, and he used the ancient mirror of void to block in front of him without hesitation.

"Ancient Void Mirror?" Xiao Fan, who flew over, instantly recognized the Ancient Void Mirror, and his expression changed slightly. His first thought was to take back the sword just now.

However, how could Sikong Yu give him a chance? He smiled evilly, and quickly approached Xiao Fan with an ancient void mirror in his hand.