Chapter 1272 Fighting in the Sanctuary Chapter 1272

Slowly falling in front of the two of them, the pale hair fluttered aside, revealing the shriveled old face, vaguely able to distinguish the face of the Sword Emperor. But the gully that was covered with black gas corrosion gave people a terrifying feeling.

It seems that at this moment, this old man is no longer the head of the eight emperors who were high above, but a devil who crawled out of the abyss, which is terrifying.

Seeing Zhuo Fan, the Sword Sovereign seemed to have no idea, pointed at his nose fiercely, and scolded: "Nonsense, the head of the Eight Sovereigns, the leader of the righteous way, how could it be possible to slaughter his own classmates? Such a vicious thing, only Only the Demon Sovereign and the others can do it, how could this gentleman be able to do such a ridiculous thing?"

"Yes, Dad, there is a pile of ashes here, how do you know that he slaughtered his disciples? Now there is not even a corpse, it should be difficult to identify!"

"Look at his crazy appearance, it looks like he's practicing too much!"

Raising his head and pointing to the sword emperor's dazed eyes, Zhuo Fan looked at the sword boy and said, "Actually, when the five eight emperors hid with their disciples, they thought they had prepared enough materials, and they never thought about using their disciples to practice. It's just to prepare for a comeback. But greed is endless. Excessive cultivation of the Heavenly Demons will magnify the demonic nature in their hearts. These old guys who have run out of training materials will be hungry and thirsty. Using the lives of the disciples to practice, generally can't restrain the greed in the heart."

"If they can really control it, they won't become what they are now, and they won't risk their lives to hunt the cultivators in the city. Therefore, I am 100% sure that the Sword Emperor's disciples will also He used it as a material to practice the exercises. It's just that this old man has always advertised himself as lofty, and doing this kind of thing can be considered a lot of stimulation. Compared with Yan Huang, he is even more crazy. It's just walking dead, hehe!"

Nodding clearly, Jian Tong understood: "I'll just say, this old man's memory has deteriorated, and even you, Zhuo's housekeeper, don't know!"

"Butler Zhuo? Who... Who is Butler Zhuo?"

At this time, the Sword Emperor also shook his head and swayed around, his eyes full of confusion and surprise.

With a grin, Zhuo Fan took a step forward, showing contempt: "Zhuo Fan just arrived, in the eyes of the dignified Sword Emperor, I guess he has never seen it, and it is natural to forget it. But there is a name, Lord Sword Emperor. It should still be kept in mind.”

Speaking of this, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but pause, his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Sword Emperor, do you still remember my Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan?"

"Zhuo... Zhuo Yifan?"

His eyelids couldn't stop shaking, and the Sword Emperor waved his robe sleeves fiercely, shouting: "Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan, he is not the head of the Eight Emperors, I am the real head of the Eight Emperors. He is already dead. , his Jiuyou Secret Record is also the old man's, he can no longer threaten the old man's status, hahaha... That little brat of Zhao Cheng, the old man can help him to the Eighth Emperor, and he can drag him down in an instant, he did not follow him at all. This old man has the qualifications to fight. He is an idiot, he is still self-righteous, the old man helps him up, but just balances other forces, he has a fart ability, the old man promoted him at first, just to deal with his master Zhuo Yifan, Jie Jie Jie …”

Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Fan was neither sad nor happy, and there was only endless ridicule in his eyes: "Sword Emperor, do you just want to get the Jiuyou Secret Record?"

"Of course, the Devil Emperor's method is rare in the world. I must get it. If Zhuo Yifan doesn't give it to me, I will let him die!"

"Then congratulations, you have got it!"

"Oh, really?"

Without realizing it, the Sword Emperor began to look through the dirty robe sleeves on both sides of him, and smirked: "Where is it? Where is my Jiuyou Secret Record?"

"It's in your heart, aren't you already practicing now?"

"Oh, in my heart, I have already practiced it? Hahaha...I have practiced it?" I couldn't help laughing at the sky, and the Sword Emperor became even more crazy: "I practiced Jiuyou Secret Record, I am the Devil Emperor, Ruler of the world, invincible in the world. Whatever the Seven Sacred Mountains are, they must crawl under my feet, hahaha…”

"Yes, you are invincible in the world, no one is your opponent, only one person is above you, you will never be able to beat him!"

"Who?" With his eyes condensed, the Sword Emperor stared at Zhuo Fan, his face full of fierce light.

With a grin, Zhuo Fan was noncommittal: "Me!"

"You? Who are you?"

"Evil Emperor, Zhuo Yifan!" With his eyes fixed, Zhuo Fan said lightly.

What?

His body trembled uncontrollably, and the Sword Emperor took two steps back in horror and looked at him in disbelief: "Impossible, the Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan died a long time ago, and it is impossible to come back to life!"

"You are wrong, the Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan is not dead, he is standing in front of you. As long as Zhuo Yifan is there, your Sword Emperor Ao Changtian will always be the second child of ten thousand years, and you can't compare to him!"

"Impossible, I have already practiced the Secret Record of Nine Secrets, I am the Demon Emperor, and the Demon Emperor is no longer my opponent!"

"You are wrong, the Demon Sovereign has also mastered the Jiuyou Secret Record, and it is above you. You... You are still the second child of ten thousand years, and you can't surpass this line!"

what!

I couldn't help roaring up to the sky, the sword emperor's eyes were red, his teeth were grinning, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and then he looked at Zhuo Fan's eyes, which were full of killing intent, and with a slap, he rushed towards him, holding his hands. With a sword glowing black, he stabbed Zhuo Fan in the face: "Zhuo Yifan, you must die. Only if you die, I am the real head of the Eight Emperors, the number one in the world!"

Ding!

However, before his incomparable sword arrived, a metal groan suddenly sounded. Immediately afterwards, the Sword Emperor was slammed back by a strong shock, and he stepped back five steps in a row, before he was able to stop his body. When he raised his head and looked forward, he saw that Zhuo Fan was already blocking the way.

An eight or nine-year-old boy with a sinister sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"If you want to start with my father, pass me first!"

"who are you?"

"He is the Sword Emperor!" Looking at the Sword Emperor's astonished eyes, Zhuo Fan whispered, which made the Sword Emperor stunned and shook his head in a trance: "Sword... Sword Emperor? Impossible, he is Sword Emperor, who am I?"

"Who is who you love, but you must never be called the Sword Emperor, because you are no longer worthy of this title!"

With a grin, Zhuo Fan said contemptuously: "Sword Emperor Sword Emperor, the Emperor of Swords. Maybe his strength is not the highest of the Eight Emperors, but he should definitely be the pinnacle of kendo, an existence that no one can match. But now, Ao Chang God, your swordsmanship has been surpassed by others, the title of Sword Sovereign belongs to my son, it has nothing to do with you, you are not even the second child of ten thousand years, hehehe..."

His brows trembled fiercely, the Sword Emperor stared at the two of them tightly, his dark face gradually flushed: "No, I am the Sword Emperor, the strongest swordsman among the Eight Emperors, no one can deprive me of the sword The title of the emperor!"

bump!

With a roar, the Sword Sovereign stepped on the ground abruptly and went straight up nine days. But seeing Dao Dao Jin Mang flying out of his body, in the blink of an eye, he instantly formed a giant golden shadow with two swords in his hands, but the fly in the ointment was that the continuous black air wrapped around it, but it was slightly mottled. So that the giant, suddenly lost the majestic momentum!

Saint giant?

Raising his brows lightly, Jian Tong glanced at Zhuo Fan: "It seems that this sword emperor has really broken through the saint!"

"Then do you dare to fight?"

"Joke, I'm here to take his name. In front of me, I dare to be called the Sword Emperor, isn't that looking for a fight?" Hehe smiled, the sword boy's eyes were full of fighting intent, and he stepped on the sword and immediately attacked the Sword Emperor's giant body. rush away.

When the Sword Emperor saw this little thing rushing towards him, he was really angry, and he was even more angry than seeing Zhuo Yifan. Dare to grab the title of the old man, look at the sword!

Swish!

A golden light slashed down from the sky, and the terrifying power made the world tremble.

"A sword breaks the sky, auspicious light comes into the world, and evil is broken!"

"Hmph, you still have the face to defeat evil? You have already been infected with demons, what qualifications do you have to say that you can defeat evil?" With a grin, Jian Tong was noncommittal, his fingers were close together, a red glow bloomed, and he waved forward steeply, shouting: "To the sky. Swordsmanship, annihilate!"

bump!

Without the slightest delay, the golden sword shattered instantly.

The sword emperor was startled, his face full of disbelief, and then without saying a word, another golden sword immediately swung out: "The sword sweeps the eight emperors, destroys the devil and destroys the evil!"

"The mind is not right, but practicing the sword of righteousness has no power at all."

With a cold smile, Jian Tong pouted his lips in disdain: "Your swordsmanship is chaotic and worthy of being the emperor? It's just embarrassing for the people who practice swords in the world, go away!"

With a sharp wave of his hand, Jian Tong roared loudly, but when he saw a thunderous explosion, it was the Sword Dao of Splitting the Sky. In an instant, the second golden sword also shattered into slag.

Seeing this scene, the Sword Emperor was stunned for a moment, not knowing why. Why is the sword skill wielded by his saintly body so vulnerable?

But before he could understand, Jian Tong came to him abruptly, a black qi lingered on his fingers, and he slashed: "Let you see the real swordsmanship, the sword of world-destroying!"

call!

The black airflow, from the top of the giant body's head to the bottom, instantly split the giant body in half.

With a loud bang, the giant body instantly shattered and disappeared without a trace. The Sword Emperor spurted out a mouthful of red blood and fell to the ground, his face paled a lot, but he didn't have much energy anymore.

It's just that in his eyes, he was still confused, and he kept muttering to himself: "Why, I am a saint, but Jianwei has descended instead?"

"Because you abandoned your kendo!"

At this time, Zhuo Fan came to him slowly, let out a long breath, and Jian Tong fell to his side in an instant.

"Ao Changtian, I remember when we first became famous in the Sanctuary, you and I were fighting each other, and no one should let anyone else. In the end, I became the Eighth Emperor, and I was the first, you were the second, and it never changed. Pass!"

"Zhuo Yifan..." His eyes narrowed slightly, and the Sword Emperor's eyes gradually became clearer: "Why are you still alive, and you are still like this? Zhuo Fan... Butler Zhuo..."

"Oh, are you awake?"

"I don't know if I'm sober or confused, all I know is that I lost!"

He let out a long breath, and the Sword Emperor couldn't help but smile bitterly: "However, I didn't lose to that little guy, but to myself. I'm a good Sword Emperor, and I don't study kendo, what do I do to covet the magic method? I abandoned my own kendo, and the magic way has become nondescript, and it deserves to end like this. Now my magic energy has begun to dissipate, which proves that my life is also dying. I will die soon, but why did I just die before I died? Figure this out, my swordsmanship doesn't require the Devil Emperor's technique, it doesn't belong to me!"

Taking a deep look at him, Zhuo Fan nodded slightly, slowly came to him, grabbed his hand and said, "The best you can figure out is how many years old rivals you have been, forget about the grievances in the past, I'll give you the last ride!"

"Okay, Zhuo Yifan!"

After nodding clearly, the Sword Emperor looked at the gurgling black air in his hand again: "Uh, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing, you're going to die anyway, and the energy of your whole body will be distributed between the heavens and the earth, isn't it too wasteful? After all, you have refined the power of so many people, rather than dissipating it, leave it to me!"

"You..." His face trembled slightly, but the Sword Emperor couldn't stop laughing when he looked at him: "Zhuo Yifan, you are still the same.

Son, it's irritating, so you said that you gave me the last ride, that's what you meant, take me as your practice material. But you have to be careful, don't be like me, but the gains outweigh the losses! "

"Don't worry, I've already passed the time when I was greedy for profit. With this self-control, I won't be what you are, hehehe..."

"Hehehe... That's good, I can't believe that the grievance 5,000 years ago is not the end, it's just the beginning, and you are the one who won in the end, old rival!"

Slowly closing his eyes, there was no resentment on the Sword Sovereign's face, and with a swish, it completely turned to ashes. Zhuo Fan slowly put the dust on the ground, and a terrifying light flashed in his eyes, and his whole body suddenly rose, and his momentum suddenly rose...