Chapter 1288 The Peerless Demon

Whoosh!

An old man who appeared out of nowhere, with a red beard, and a slight red glow all over his body, his eyes were sharp, like a sword unsheathed, just looking forward, even the Dragon Emperor has a kind of sword piercing. heart feeling.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and for the first time in history, the Dragon Emperor became unusually dignified.

This person is not easy to mess with, like a strong man from ancient times...

Boom boom boom!

At the same time, in the midst of a series of huge explosions, the rest of the corners also raised sand and dust, and the powerful momentum was overwhelming like a tornado, sweeping the sky.

Zhuo Fan led the cultivators who were chasing after the victory, and was suddenly forced to stagnate by this unparalleled and powerful momentum, and immediately stopped, and a shocking light emanated from the depths of his eyes.

When the dust settled and everything became clear again, what caught everyone's eyes were seven powerful men, young or old. .

It looks like a famous sword in a quaint scabbard. It doesn't look like it, but when the sword light is exposed, the land will collapse, blood will splash six feet, and the killing field will be invisible and invisible!

Quasi-Emperor Realm!

With a shudder in his heart, Zhuo Fan's face couldn't help sinking, he raised his eyes and glanced at the seven people, and his hands and feet were a little cold. He never imagined that there were seven quasi-emperor masters hidden in the holy mountain.

You must know that this is an existence on the same level as the Dragon Emperor. Although it is also the peak cultivation of a saint, it is completely different. Because these people all comprehend the existence of the peak on their own avenues, and when they use their power, they are naturally different from the peak of ordinary saints.

It's just that according to what the Dragon Emperor said earlier, there shouldn't be such an existence in the Seven Sacred Mountains? He has also been to the sixth holy mountain, and he has never met such a master. Otherwise, his Dragon Breath Pill would not be thrown out easily.

But why at this critical moment, did the holy mountain run out of seven quasi emperors?

Without realizing it, Zhuo Fan's heart immediately hesitated, and when the rest of the people saw this, they also stood in place one by one, not daring to take a step forward.

The seven people in front of them seem to be very powerful, and they are not easy to mess with. As for those dragons and spirit beasts, it is even more natural perception. They foresee the unusualness of the seven people, and they all stop and do not want to go forward.

In an instant, the almost one-sided coalition army was chasing the defeated disciples of the Holy Mountain, but was suddenly blocked by seven mysterious masters.

When the defeated disciples heard that there was no movement behind them, they looked back and were a little stunned, not knowing why.

Hey, is there such a master hidden in our holy mountain, why don't we know?

Suddenly, those people didn't run away, they just stared blankly at the strange scene in front of them, waiting for the situation to develop.

"Dad, the breath of these people is somewhat familiar!" At this time, Jian Tong quietly approached Zhuo Fan and murmured softly.

Eyes narrowed slightly, Zhuo Fan looked at it carefully, and nodded lightly: "Yes, it is indeed familiar, it seems..."

"It's the breath of five divine swords!"

Suddenly, Dan Qingsheng, Murong Lie and the others also came up, looked at each other with a solemn expression, and said leisurely: "We have all cultivated with the divine sword, and we are most familiar with this kind of atmosphere. , Pitian, Fentian, among these seven people, it seems that they are all in place. It's just that compared to us, they seem to be deeper. It's not the cultivation base, but the understanding of their own swordsmanship!"

Dingding nodded, and Jiantong immediately followed: "Yes, judging from my feeling that the five swords are in one, their control of their own swordsmanship has entered the realm of transformation, no wonder they have reached the strength of the emperor. Although my world-destroying swordsmanship If you reach the quasi-emperor cultivation base, you can also fight against him, but unfortunately it is not the time yet. Dad, should we withdraw first and then talk about it?”

"The point is, it's not our decision to withdraw now!"

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zhuo Fan stared at the seven people on the opposite side and didn't let go. Jian Tong and others heard it, pondered a little, nodded clearly, and sighed unconsciously.

That's right, it's up to the strong to decide whether to stop the war or not. If it was said that their coalition forces could still control the development of the battle before, then now that the seven quasi emperors appeared, they would have nothing to do with them.

I just don't know if these seven quasi emperors are people from the Holy Mountain, and what is their intention to stop them in front of them? Help the holy mountain, or... a third-party insertion?

For a while, everyone present was a little nervous...

boom!

Suddenly, at this moment, a loud bang sounded, and a huge figure flew upside down and fell from the sky, immediately hitting the ground, causing the ground to shake.

When they looked closely, everyone was surprised. This person is none other than the most powerful player here, Dragon Emperor without a doubt.

But at this moment, the Dragon Emperor looked a little embarrassed. He shook the huge dragon head and stood up, his body was already covered in many places. When Zhuo Fan and others who were familiar with kendo saw it, they immediately recognized that the scar was not caused by something else, but the sharpest sword scar.

call out!

A broken sound came out again, and an old man with red hair and a beard fell in front of everyone present. Zhuo Fan and others saw it, and his heart sank again without realizing it.

Damn, another quasi emperor!

At the same time, the six mountain masters who were still fleeing just now rushed back, and the smiles on their faces almost turned into daisies.

Now they have seen that these quasi-emperor masters are here to help them. I really don’t know what good things they have done in normal times, how many incense they have burned, and at such a critical juncture, how could such a peerless expert help from the sky?

It is the blessing of eight lifetimes, hahaha!

Roar!

With a roar, the Dragon Emperor looked at the red-haired old man fiercely and shouted, "Who are you, why do you want to help these six old guys?"

Ignoring him, the red-haired old man raised his eyes, noncommittal, standing side by side with the other seven masters, like a wooden man, lined up in a row, blocking the front of the crowd, but did not say a word.

Indifference, naked indifference!

Zhuo Fan looked at all this, suspicious in his heart, his eyes turned left and right, thinking about the solution.

Obviously, judging from the current appearance of these eight people, they do not want to be enemies with them, they just don't want them to chase and kill the people of the Holy Mountain. If you say so, it is also possible for them to retreat completely.

After all, no one wants to compete with eight quasi emperors!

"Uh, Lord Longdi, I think we should..."

"No matter who you are, the grievance between the Dragon Clan and the Holy Mountain is a must today, and those six old men must die!" However, before Zhuo Fan's words of persuasion were finished, the Dragon Emperor roared and immediately flew up. He rushed towards the eight people: "The children of the dragon clan listen to my orders, tear them apart, and those who block me will die!"

"Dragon Emperor, don't!"

Zhuo Fan shouted, but he couldn't stop him.

The red-haired old man raised his eyes and looked at the huge figure rushing towards them.

But the next moment, they all shot.

But seeing one after another huge holy body suddenly arise, each giant body is holding a strange long sword, or the flame is burning, or the ice is biting, the hand of the red-haired old man is even more red. Dazzling, the blade buzzed, shaking the entire sky.

Then, in a flash, in the incredible gaze of the Dragon Emperor, eight huge figures came to him in unison, surrounded him, and the sharp sword lights flashed like lightning.

Puff puff……

The huge dragon claws trembled slightly, and the dragon emperor's huge pupils trembled fiercely. Between the electric light and flint, he didn't have time to move, only to hear a muffled sound, the bright red blood was already steep. He spurted violently all over his body.

Immediately afterwards, with a clatter, the entire dragon body of the Dragon Emperor was torn apart instantly, turning into blood clots. It's just that some of the flesh and blood have been frozen into frost, and some have no blood or water, only the blackened piece that attracts attention.

Seeing all this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help gasping for air.

how can that be?

This is the Dragon Emperor, the strongest quasi-emperor master in the Dragon Clan, but someone else killed it in seconds!

Only Zhuo Fan had already expected this ending, and his heart sank again. Although the Dragon Emperor is a quasi-emperor, those eight people are also so powerful.

The same strength, with one enemy eight, is the most dangerous thing.

From his point of view, the Dragon Emperor may have wanted to win by numbers, but unfortunately he misjudged these eight people. They are not ordinary quasi emperors, but quasi emperors who have been cultivated by five holy soldiers.

After all, just like the disciples of the Holy Mountain, they were brought out by the Sword Emperor, so how could they be the same?

So, in this moment of time, the Dragon Emperor was killed in an instant. A snake without a head can't do it, and once the Dragon Emperor dies, the rest of the Dragon Clan will be a mob and will no longer pose a threat!

Swish swish!

After the hand raised the knife and fell, the eight people fell neatly in front of everyone again, put away the holy body, as if nothing was done, and their faces were still calm.

After staying for a while, Dan Qingsheng looked at Zhuo Fan again and nodded, "It really is five kinds of swordsmanship!"

"Yeah, the extremes of the five kendos!" He let out a long breath, and Zhuo Fan sighed unconsciously: "If Undefeated Jianzun comes here, it is estimated that he has cultivated to the extreme, and it is like this. Grandma is a bear, Eight undefeated swordsmen stand in the way, it really hurts!"

When the rest of the Luo family heard it, they kept nodding their heads and agreed.

Back then, at the mortal rank, one undefeated Sword Master was already invincible in the world, but now it's better, there are eight. Although this is a sanctuary, the undefeated Jianzun is still the undefeated Jianzun.

They can be sure that even if they have cultivated to the strength of the quasi-emperor, they may not be as strong as these eight people. This is the difference between a demon and a genius.

Obviously, they are just geniuses, and these eight people are the same as the Undefeated Sword Master, and they are not a peerless evildoer who has not produced a single one for hundreds of thousands of years. They are not comparable to them.

After all, the fact is in front of you, the same swordsmanship, different people practice, but the strength is very different.

Thinking of this, Dan Qingsheng and the others took another look at the eight people, and they couldn't help clenching their fists.

These eight are the pinnacles of the kendo that they have cultivated, and they are also the goals that they must surpass...