Chapter 1107 I Really Didn’t Mean It

"Don't you know what it's like to die by your own hands?" Sikong Yu said with a cold smile when he saw the bloody light approaching rapidly and about to hit the ancient mirror in the void.

The Void Ancient Mirror has the ability to reflect the opponent's combat skills. This rebound is not an ordinary rebound, but an intact rebound attack.

Xiao Fan stimulated seven drops of Shura's divine power at the same time, and then he was barely able to use the third sword of Shura's Three Swords to destroy the gods. It can be imagined that this blow was terrible, and even Xiao Fan himself might not be able to withstand it.

Xiao Fan's speed reached the extreme. He just wanted to hit Sikong Yu hard with one sword, but he never thought that Sikong Yu had the Ancient Mirror of the Void in his hand.

The strength at the peak of the War Saint Realm is enough to make him vomit blood. Now with the addition of a magical weapon, Xiao Fan is no match for him.

"My life is in danger!" Xiao Fan roared in his heart, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes, and the figures of the little witch and fat man Ling Feng were instantly recalled in his mind.

The next moment, Xiao Fan and Sikong Yu were both dumbfounded, something unexpected happened to them.

"puff!"

There was a crisp sound, and the bloody sword light blooming from the Shura Sword actually passed through the ancient mirror in the void and directly entered the center of Sikong Yu's eyebrows.

No, to be precise, the ancient Void Mirror in front of Sikong Yu disappeared at some point. Without the Ancient Void Mirror, it would naturally not be able to block Xiao Fan's sword light.

The sword light sank into the center of Sikong Yu's eyebrows, and a bloody sword mark appeared there. At the same time, Sikong Yu's body trembled violently, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

The third sword of the Shura Sword, Destroying Gods, is a soul attack. Although Xiao Fan did not fully understand it, the attack power should not be underestimated.

At least, Xiao Fan was confident that with the sword strike just now, if the opponent did not have the magic weapon of soul defense, even the peak warrior saint would most likely be killed with one sword strike.

Seeing Sikong Yu's confused look, how could Xiao Fan miss such a good opportunity? He waved the Shura sword in his hand, and several rays of sword light roared out.

Xiao Fan originally wanted to rush up and kill Sikong Yu with a sword, but he still didn't dare to take the risk. If Sikong Yu woke up, he would not be able to survive at such a close distance without the protection of the Eighteen Skeleton Riders. Walk.

Facts have proved that Xiao Fan's idea was right. When the sword light approached Sikong Yu, Sikong Yu's eyes suddenly became clear, and a terrifying murderous aura bloomed from his body.

Sikong Yu's speed was very fast. He swayed slightly and avoided Xiao Fan's lightning and flint swords. He ducked a few times and appeared in front of Xiao Fan.

He picked up a bronze iron sword in his hand, and a sword energy went straight to Xiao Fan's throat!

Xiao Fan had been prepared for a long time and was about to escape. However, at this moment, Xiao Fan stopped suddenly because in front of him, a simple bronze mirror suddenly appeared. What else could it be besides the ancient mirror of void? ?

Xiao Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, how could this ancient void mirror suddenly disappear and then suddenly appear again?

The ninth-grade soul soldiers have spirits, and the divine soldiers are even more intelligent. How could they suddenly rebel? Xiao Fan couldn't understand this, but this was indeed a good thing for him.

Because the ancient mirror of the void was pointed at Sikong Yu, Xiao Fan could already imagine the next scene.

Poof! The sword energy hit the surface of the ancient mirror in the void, and then returned quickly. The face of Sikong Yu, who had just approached, changed wildly. Although this sword was not his full strength, it was still close to half of his strength.

When he saw the Ancient Void Mirror reappearing, Sikong Yu secretly thought that something was wrong. In a hurry, Sikong Yu hid aside.

But still half a beat too late, the sword energy penetrated his chest, blood flew out, and half of his body was almost cut off.

"Ah~" Sikong Yu roared angrily, his momentum rising again. He was the fourth elder of the majestic War Temple, a strong man at the pinnacle of the War Saint Realm.

He actually suffered a loss today at the hands of a person who was in the early stage of the War Saint Realm. How could he bear this?

Sooner or later, Xiao Fan quickly grabbed the Ancient Void Mirror. This was such a treasure, how could he miss it so easily.

Xiao Fan didn't think about why he could easily hold the Ancient Void Mirror in his hand. You should know that ordinary ninth-grade soul soldiers may resist.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and a huge dragon-blooded elephant suddenly appeared above Sikong Yu's head. The phantom that was dozens of feet tall scared Xiao Fan.

"Can war souls be inherited?" Xiao Fan's eyes showed a look of astonishment, and he quickly stepped back. Asura wings were used to the extreme, and his speed was definitely not weaker than that of the late War Saint.

At the peak of the War Saint Realm, Xiao Fan dared to underestimate the enemy. He secretly regretted that the God-Destroying Sword failed to kill Sikong Yu just now.

But when he thought about it, he felt relieved. He had only just comprehended the God-Destroying Sword, and could not use his full strength at all. Moreover, the gap between him and Sikong Yu was really too big.

If he could kill Sikong Yu across the gap of three small realms in the Holy War Realm, it would be truly unbelievable.

Facts show that the difficulty is really not that simple.

Xiao Fan quickly came to his senses, was Sikong Yu ready to go crazy? The God of War has a grudge against him, so there's no need to fight so hard.

"Why don't I just lend you the Ancient Void Mirror for a little while?" Xiao Fan muttered in a low voice. How did he know that this Ancient Void Mirror was one of the three sacred weapons of the Temple of War?

If Sikong Yu lost it, he probably wouldn't have the courage to return to the Temple of War.

"I won't play with you anymore." Xiao Fan displayed the Shura Divine Wings, turned around and prepared to run. He knew very well that the smallest gap between him and Sikong Yu was probably speed.

With the Shura Divine Wings, Xiao Fan still has an absolute advantage in speed. Of course, this advantage has no meaning in front of Sikong Yu.

"Want to run away?" Sikong Yu was extremely angry and appeared in front of Xiao Fan, blocking Xiao Fan's way. At the same time, he slashed down with a sword.

Although the War God Palace wants him to catch him alive, he can no longer care about so much at this moment. In his opinion, Xiao Fan's life and death are definitely not as important as the Ancient Mirror of the Void.

Killing Xiao Fan can be regarded as avenging his son Sikong Zangjian, so why not do it.

Xiao Fan never imagined that Sikong Yu would actually fight him desperately. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape at all. The sword light was coming in an instant.

Perhaps out of instinct, Xiao Fan quickly raised the Ancient Void Mirror in his hand. Soul power poured into the Ancient Void Mirror, and a golden ripple rippled out, blocking Xiao Fan.

With a puff sound, when the sharp sword light struck the golden light screen, Sikong Yu felt like crying. The Ancient Void Mirror belonged to the Temple of War. How could Xiao Fan use it?

The first time may have been luck, and the Void Ancient Mirror happened to be in front of Xiao Fan, but the second time, this inspired the Void Ancient Mirror's special ability.

Sikong Yu couldn't understand it at all, and he had no time to think about it. Although the Void Ancient Mirror was important, it was still not as important as his life.

When the sword light struck the golden ripples, Sikong Yu quickly hid aside. Thinking about it, as long as he wasn't facing the mirror, he would be fine.

He didn't think about the angle of reflection of the sword light at all. By coincidence, the sword light hit the direction where Sikong Yu was escaping. Sikong Yu charged out with his sword without hesitation, but unfortunately the sword light was faster.

"Ah~" A scream came out, and one of Sikong Yu's arms flew out, blood splashing in the void.

When Xiao Fan saw this, he was completely dumbfounded. How could he have imagined that Sikong Yu would be so unlucky.

Looking at the bloody Sikong Yu, Xiao Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, shrugged helplessly, and whispered in a low voice: "I really didn't mean it!"