Chapter 1279 Battle of the Saints Chapter 1279

Unconsciously stunned, everyone looked at Zhuo Fan's arrogant face, but they were all stunned. After a while, Qi Qi couldn't stop laughing, and the laughter was full of sarcasm.

From ancient times to the present, Zhuo Fan is the first one who dared to issue such a provocation to the holy mountain for so many years.

Even Meng Haodong couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Where the hell did you come from, how dare you say such nonsense?"

"It's easy to say, Zhuo Fan is the big housekeeper in the Xialuo family!"

"What, are you that Zhuo Fan?"

After the words were stagnant, Meng Haodong pondered again, looked at Zhuo Fan carefully for a long time, and then said coldly: "So, you are the guy who can't be confused with Qingcheng? Then Chu Qingcheng was kidnapped just now, who are you? Does it matter?"

"Humph, whether it has anything to do with it or not, it has nothing to do with you!"

With a grin, Zhuo Fan carried Luo Yunhai on his back and flew straight for nine days: "A bunch of dead people, there is no need to know so many things!"

Eyelids twitched lightly, and everyone looked at Zhuo Fan's soaring sky, and couldn't help but be stunned. Why, isn't he an ant who hasn't even reached the Sky Profound Realm? How can you fly to the sky and fly so fast?

After a while, they realized that this kid is cheating!

One of the old men even scolded loudly. He also took a step and flew straight to Jiuxiao, and he chased after him in an instant. At the same time, his body shook, but when he saw golden light overflowing, a huge body of 100 zhang covered with twelve shields. Ben Wuda appeared between heaven and earth, but he was a master in the middle stage of the holy realm.

"I don't want to be ashamed. I want to leave the sixth holy mountain so easily? It's not that easy. I want to see today, who is the dead man between us?"

"Hmph, then let's take a good look at it!"

With a sneer, Zhuo Fan's eyes flashed brightly, and his body shook violently, but when he saw black air lingering, he shot straight into the sky. However, after a short while, a giant black shadow with a height of 100 meters and a body full of evil spirits appeared in front of everyone, majestic and turbulent.

The pupils couldn't stop shrinking, and everyone was shocked, why...he is also a master of the holy realm? how can that be? How did a kid from the imperial domain master the method of breaking through the holy realm?

Generally speaking, in order to break through the high realm, in addition to one's own understanding and aptitude, the cultivation method is also very important. To break through the holy realm, at the very least, the Heavenly Rank Cultivation Technique is required.

But this kind of cultivation technique has long been monopolized by the Holy Mountain.

Therefore, the chance that the Imperial Domain can produce a saint is quite small. Unless it is a person with great wisdom and great understanding, who realizes the Dharma by himself, and creates a heaven-level cultivation method, it cannot be obtained.

Moreover, once such a person appears, the Seven Sacred Mountains will recruit them. Some people are willing to join, some people are unwilling, they are still idle clouds and wild cranes, and the Seven Sacred Mountains do not care.

After all, the idle saints are rare and pose little threat. Those saints will not foolishly become enemies with the Seven Sacred Mountains, and everyone will be at peace with each other and be happy.

But now, they never imagined that this ambitious person not only used the power of the three holy mountain disciples in the imperial domain, but also secretly came to their holy mountain to steal people, Zhuo Fan, the butler of the Luo family, who was also a saint, not The rumored weak chicken.

For a time, the naked murderous intent appeared in everyone's eyes.

A master of saints, if he can be an idle cloud wild crane with peace of mind, but he wants to go against the holy mountain, then he must not stay.

Thinking of this, Meng Haodong shouted and ordered, "Elder Lu, kill him!"

"Yes, Mountain Master!" With a contemptuous smile, Elder Lu seemed quite confident, and the rest of the people looked at him with a mocking smile.

After all, the strength of the two of them is now the lice on the bald head. It is obvious that Elder Lu will win in the middle stage of the saint and the early stage, but...

The dragon is soaring!

An evil smile crossed the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Fan murmured secretly in his heart, and the dragon head on the chest of his giant black body rushed out like an arrow from the string!

boom!

A terrifying explosion shook the sky. It was only for a moment, and Elder Lu hadn't reacted yet. Maybe he didn't take Zhuo Fan seriously at all. He relaxed his vigilance, and he didn't even move. He pierced the chest of the holy body and opened a huge hole that was a thousand meters square.

Even the twelve golden giant shields guarded in front of his giant body fell apart in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

puff!

A dark red blood arrow spurted out, and Elder Lu's complexion turned pale in an instant. With a loud bang, the holy body shattered, and the weak body fell like a kite with a broken string.

"Elder Lu!" Unconsciously, everyone shouted in unison, and at the same time, ten thousand grass and mud horses swarmed wildly in their hearts, and their heads were full of question marks flickering.

This Elder Lu is clearly higher than that kid, and he is still practicing the Holy Mountain Supreme Cultivation Technique. How could he have lost to a wild man so quickly?

Even if that kid has high comprehension and comprehends the cultivation technique to break through the holy realm, it cannot be higher than the cultivation technique accumulated by the holy mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. How can the gap be so big?

Roar!

However, before they could understand the doubts in their hearts, a dragon roar resounded through the sky again. In Elder Lu's terrified eyes, the black dragon turned a corner, opened a huge mouth, and suddenly swallowed his swaying body.

Then the giant dragon returned to the chest of Zhuo Fan's body, and the ferocious dragon head looked extremely evil. No, there is still black gas coming out of the edge of the dragon's mouth, just like the ashes of the elder Lu.

Seeing this scene, everyone present sighed in unison, and the back was cold. Such a domineering holy body, unprecedented

See!

Seeing this, Meng Haodong's brows trembled fiercely, and he gritted his teeth in anger. Then, as soon as he stepped on his feet, Wu De flew up, and with the continuous explosion of thunder all over his body, a body of King Kong with twelve giant swords on his back appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

shhhhh!

Without the slightest hesitation, Meng Haodong pulled out two thunder swords from behind and slashed towards Zhuo Fan quickly. The electric light trembled, the thunder exploded, and the momentum was extraordinary!

"Hey, the mountain master himself taught me, do you want to find a place back?"

Raising his brows slightly, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but chuckle: "But unfortunately, I'm afraid I will disappoint you, the dragon is soaring into the sky!"

Roar!

Once again, a dragon roar burst the sky, and the huge black dragon flew out from Zhuo Fan's huge chest again, and flew straight to Meng Haodong's head, and it arrived in an instant.

bump!

But this time, Meng Haodong was already vigilant. A thunder sword slammed forward and blocked the fierce black dragon. At the same time, another Thunder Sword slashed out.

With a swish, the black dragon's body was immediately cut into two, turning into a gurgling black gas and disappearing. Zhuo Fan's giant body also shook violently, and he took two steps back unconsciously, as if he had suffered some serious damage.

But soon, the black dragon head appeared again on the chest of Zhuo Fan's giant body, but Zhuo Fan's face was much more solemn than before: "Hey, he is indeed a peak master of saints, and he is indeed the same as that person just now. Completely different!"

"Stop gossip, take your life!"

Without hesitation, Meng Haodong chased after the victory. Two thunder swords swung in the air, turning into lightning flashes, but after a few breaths, thousands of sword lights swept past him.

Zhuo Fan instructed the holy body to dodge while retreating. But when the sword light stopped, the body stagnated. Kick, clack... Dozens of shattering sounds are endless, and large pieces of armor on Zhuo Fan's black giant smashed to pieces, turned into black gas, and disappeared without a trace.

Zhuo Fan in the holy body also trembled, and a bright red flashed across the corner of his mouth, but he was injured by the shock.

Luo Yunhai, who was behind him, was shocked when he saw this, and said with concern, "Brother Zhuo, are you alright!"

"Okay, the mountain master is mighty!" Seeing such a scene, everyone below also shouted and cheered. But although they were happy, they were still surprised and solemn when they looked at Zhuo Fan.

The thousands of swords that can even hide from the mountain master's electric light and flint have only been wounded in dozens of places, and it is not the key point. This kid...really amazing.

In the same way, Meng Haodong understood this, and his face was even more solemn.

After all, he is a peak powerhouse, and the opponent is just a junior brother who has just entered the holy realm. It stands to reason that he kills the opponent in seconds. But now, he has failed to take down the opponent with thousands of swords, but it means that he has already lost.

He can think that if the cultivation is the same, I am afraid that the one who will be killed in one move is himself!

No wonder Elder Lu died so tragically just now, this kid... as expected, he is not a kind, and he must not live any longer!

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, Meng Haodong stepped out, and the two thunder swords turned into light and shadows in the sky again, and slashed the impenetrable sword shadows at Zhuo Fan, and there was no time to fight back or avoid them.

The pupils could not help shrinking fiercely, Luo Yunhai was shocked: "Brother Zhuo..."

"Mountain Master, kill him!" Everyone below shouted in unison.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zhuo Fan calmed down, and then shouted loudly: "My saber, come!"

"Yes, Father!"

call out!

There was a sound of breaking the air, and the sword boy, who had never been noticed, suddenly flew into the sky, turned into a pitch-black long sword, and instantly rushed into the giant body and came to Zhuo Fan's side.

At the same time, Meng Haodong's violent sword shadow has already smashed down on Zhuo Fan's giant body!

Boom!

However, at this moment, the shocking thunder exploded, but seeing a black light and shadow flashed away, the dazzling sword shadow in the entire sky was already stunned, and all dissipated.

He couldn't help but be stunned, the people below still didn't know why, but Meng Haodong's giant vajra body couldn't help but take two steps back. With a light sound of Kara, the two thunder swords between his hands instantly shattered into light spots and disappeared. .

puff!

A bloody arrow was shot out, Meng Haodong's complexion turned pale, and he looked up with his trembling eyes, but he saw that Zhuo Fan's giant hand also appeared a pitch-black long sword. The one held in the deity's hand is exactly the same.

Moreover, the two swords also flashed dark flames, strange and evil...