Chapter 1148 The Sorrow of the Drunkard

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Xiao Fan could clearly see the drunken man's condition. He would never be able to last long in a battle of this level. He would only be able to hold on to half a cup of tea at most.

After half a cup of tea, even the gods were at their wits end, and Xiao Fan was extremely anxious.

He wanted to stop the drunkard, but when he thought of the drunkard's firm eyes before, Xiao Fan couldn't bear it.

With the drunkard's character, he could not sit still and wait for death. As the owner of the Blood Tower, what he hoped for most was to die in the battle.

This was one of the reasons why Xiao Fan didn't stop him, and the other reason was that he didn't have the ability to cure the drunkard, so Xiao Fan could only help him, which was the last sign of respect for his master as a disciple.

At this moment, Xiao Fan's eyes were extremely red, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. The drunkard's condition was getting worse and worse, and he might collapse at any time.

"Haha, you old immortal, you are finally at the end of your rope!" Sikong Yu looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. He was covered in blood and was suppressed by the drunkard all the time, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Among his peers, Sikong Yu had never been afraid of anyone, but today, he was always at a disadvantage. Even if the drunkard was about to die, he could not breathe.

"Fan'er, I will have no regrets in my life as a teacher. I'll pass you something at the end. Please watch it." The drunkard ignored Sikong Yu at all. Instead, he looked at Xiao Fan and laughed.

"Teacher!" Xiao Fan's whole body was shaking violently, and his fists were clenched. He wanted to stop the drunkard, but it was meaningless to stop him now.

"Old thing, go to hell!"

Sikong Yu felt something was wrong, his speed suddenly increased, and a terrifying palm strike hit the drunkard, without giving the drunkard a chance to exert his strength.

The drunkard's eyes were indifferent and his expression was calm. He opened his palms and an ordinary long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. Seeing that Sikong Yu's palm sword was about to approach, the drunkard made a light stroke with the long sword in his hand.

puff!

The domineering and ferocious palm was like a thin layer of paper in front of the drunkard. It broke with just one stab. The white sword energy was even more invincible and went straight towards Sikong Yu.

Sikong Yu reacted quickly, but he was still hit by the sword energy. The hair on his head was cut off, and his thick black hair with bloodshot eyes flew in the wind. He looked extremely embarrassed.

"How much do you understand?" The drunkard didn't stop and started killing Sikong Yu again.

"About 30%." Xiao Fan frowned and whispered in his heart: "This sword has no power from heaven and earth, nor any energy fluctuations. It is just the most ordinary sword. Why is the most ordinary sword so powerful? ?”

Xiao Fan probably captured something, but he couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"Thirty percent, that's pretty good. Come again." A satisfied smile appeared on the drunkard's face. In this life, he had a total of three apprentices, with Xiao Fan's qualifications being the best.

The drunkard's ability to let Xiao Fan serve as the ninth elder of the Blood Tower can prove his deep love for Xiao Fan.

"Prajna dragon elephant, the power of a thousand dragons!"

Sikong Yu roared, and behind him, a huge dragon-blooded elephant appeared, its terrifying power directly shattering the void.

The sword just now almost killed him. Now he didn't dare to underestimate the drunkard at all. He felt the threat to his life from the drunkard's body.

"The sword cuts through the sky."

The drunken man whispered, holding a sword flower in his long sword. His speed was very fast, but he felt extremely slow. The next moment, a white sword rainbow flashed, cutting the void in half.

The sword energy still didn't have any power of heaven and earth, nor did it have any energy fluctuations. It was just the most ordinary sword, but this sword made everyone present feel numb.

"I understand!" Staring at this sword, Xiao Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had caught something in an instant.

The sword light fell, and time seemed to be frozen here. Everything stopped. The sword light penetrated through Sikong Yu's body. Sikong Yu's body suddenly stopped, and he still kept leaning forward.

"Impossible, you can't use your soul power, why are you still so strong!" Sikong Yu looked at the drunkard with a trembling voice, his eyes were about to burst, and he was extremely horrified.

"It's just that you are too ignorant." The drunkard's old and hoarse voice sounded.

"Poof!" Suddenly, Sikong Yu's eyebrows suddenly cracked, and a trace of blood appeared. His body suddenly exploded, and his body fell towards the ground.

died?

The crowd was all dumbfounded. They were the four elders of the God of War, the most powerful man at the pinnacle of the God of War, and he was actually killed by a drunkard with a sword.

In an instant, the whole place fell silent. Qi Xiao, who was fighting in the distance, also shrank his pupils slightly. He knew Sikong Yu’s strength very well. He was considered invincible among his peers, but now he is dead. Could it be that Zhuge Qingxuan really So strong?

The few mid-stage War Saint warriors called by Sikong Yu were frightened when they saw this scene. In their eyes, Sikong Yu was aloof and arrogant, and was an existence that was beyond their reach.

But now, Sikong Yu is dying in front of them. If he still stays here, will they be the ones who die?

Several people were hesitant. In a moment of confusion, Xiao Jin killed one of them with a paw. The others were so frightened that they retreated without hesitation.

At this moment, the drunkard reached out and made a move, and a stream of light flew out from Sikong Yu's body and appeared in front of Xiao Fan. It was a soul ring.

Xiao Fan grabbed the soul ring, but his mind was not on Sikong Yu and the soul ring, but he quickly flew towards the drunkard.

call! The drunkard's body suddenly fell towards the ground, and the long sword in his hand fell. When Xiao Fan held the drunkard in his arms, he had only one breath left. The energy and blood in his body were completely exhausted, and all his energy and spirit were gone.

"Teacher!" Xiao Fan could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, his body was trembling slightly, and the mysterious energy was flowing into the drunkard's body.

"Master!" A loud shout came from the sky, but Xue Wujue, dressed in purple robes, rushed over and appeared next to the drunkard.

He was preparing to go to Xuanyu and came here specifically to say goodbye to the drunkard, but he didn't expect that this would be the last time he saw his master. Xue Wujue was grateful that he was here.

"Did you understand the sword strike just now?" The drunkard said with a smile. Death is not terrible in his eyes. Before he died, his two disciples were with him. What could be happier than this?

"Yes." Xiao Fan nodded, "Teacher wants to tell me that any external force is just a kind of assistance. Being stronger is the real strength. Even if you don't use soul power and the power of heaven and earth, you can become the best at the same level. By!"

The drunken man nodded with satisfaction and said: "I didn't expect you to be the Lord of Shura Hall. I was afraid that you relied too much on the power of Shura inheritance. Now that you can understand, I am very happy! In this world, the most powerful The power is nothing but the cultivator himself!"

"Thank you, teacher, my disciple knows!" Xiao Fan was already sobbing.

At this time, the drunkard looked at Xue Wujue again and said: "Wujue, your talent is not bad. In the future, your achievements will be no less than those of my teacher. As a teacher, I am afraid that you will be impulsive. You must think twice before you act. Fan'er, you have a calm mind." , I need to mention your senior brother more."

"Teacher (Master), I will do it!" Xiao Fan and Xue Wujue nodded at the same time.

"In this way, Master, I can rest assured..." The drunkard's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally there was no sound anymore, with a smile on his face, as if he was asleep.