1057 Returning to the Sword

1057 Returning to the Sword

Wang Luo was physically strong, and Li Fan couldn't hurt him, but today he vomited blood after taking Liao Jue's palm from the air.

"As expected of the Emperor of Wulin, the power of this palm is really strong."

Wang Luo wiped the corner of his mouth, "But I'm Xiaoqiang, I don't die so easily!"

As he said that, Wang Luo lifted Shangfang's sword and fell from the pillar. Then, with a flick of his foot, his whole body disappeared suddenly, and he quickly approached Liao Jue. The sword in his hand stabbed at Liao Jue continuously!

But Liao Jue just sat there, just stretched out a finger, and kept blocking Wang Luo's sword strikes.

In front of Liao Jue, it seems that a master of Wang Luo's level is just like a child, being played by Liao Jue at will.

No matter how hard Wang Luo tried, he couldn't break through Liao Jue's defense.

"No, you are too weak."

Liao Jue sneered, "Your strength doesn't seem to have improved much compared to fifty years ago."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Wang Luo suddenly took a few steps back, and then raised his Shangfang sword high, "This Shangfang sword is the divine sword forged by forty-nine alchemists back then!"

"I have heard some rumors about Shangfang's sword."

Liao Jue sneered, "But what can an ancient sword do?"

"It only takes a little mental power to connect this sword."

Wang Luo said, "There are generations of successors on the sword, do you want to see it?"

"I don't like people who talk big."

Liao Jue pointed at Wang Luo with a finger, "You can go to hell."

A burst of true energy erupted from his finger, and within a split second, Wang Luo, who was more than ten meters away, had a finger-wide bloody hole in his chest.

Wang Luo spit out a mouthful of blood again, he stabilized his legs and stood there.

"In my name, guard Huaxia. Go up and kill the gods, and go down to kill all the ghosts!"

Wang Luo stabbed the Shangfang sword upside down into his lower abdomen.

"Return to the sword!!"

Before Li Fan could be shocked, a golden light enveloped Wang Luo's body.

It was like a little sun appeared in the underground palace, instantly piercing the eyes of Li Fan and Liao Jue.

When the golden light dissipated, Wang Luo stood there with blond hair, wearing a black and gold overcoat, and holding Shang Fang's sword in his hand. The appearance of this Shangfang sword also changed. It used to be three feet long, but now it is nearly two meters long. It was dragged by Wang Luo on the ground.

"After so many years, this is the first time I have used Guijian."

Wang Luo said proudly, "Probably the last time I make a grand appearance! Liao Jue, let's go to the second round!"

Saying that, Wang Luo appeared in front of Liao Jue in an instant, and the golden long sword in his hand was cut off in an instant!

Liao Jue immediately blocked it, but Wang Luo's sword was a bit faster and directly pierced Liao Jue's eyebrows.

Liao Jue immediately stretched out his other hand and grabbed the sword with his palm.

"Your Majesty, you can't either!"

After casting the Returning Sword, Wang Luo's strength seemed to have greatly increased! The battle between him and Liao Jue also became much easier. He broke through Liao Jue's defense several times, and the long sword fell on Liao Jue's body.

Although Liao Jue's physical body was old, his true energy still covered his body, protecting his body like a coat.

Wang Luo slashed several times, only hurting Liao Jue's flesh.

Both of them are at the abnormal level now, even Li Fan, a master of a generation, dare not intervene rashly, otherwise he must be the one who is miserable!

He understood that Wang Luo's purpose for coming to him was to let him watch all this all the time, take a look at Liao Jue's moves, get familiar with his fighting skills, and then understand his terrifying strength! In order to avoid encountering Liao Jue suddenly in the future, his death is unknown.

After Li Fan thought about it, he continued to watch the fight between the two seriously.

After fighting for a while, the strength of the two also began to differ.

Wang Luo still has a time limit for returning to the sword, and his physical condition is getting worse and worse, and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

"Emperor Fist!"

Liao Jue seemed to have seized the opportunity. He sat there and punched Wang Luo!

The terrifying fist almost compressed this space! The entire underground palace trembled!

With a bang, a palace behind was directly razed to the ground by this terrifying fist!

And Wang Luo fell to the ground in embarrassment, his body was covered with bruises, and his black and gold coat was also damaged.

"Boy...the rest is up to you..."

Liao Jue's fist can destroy the world, this is his unique skill!

"Get out of here..."

Wang Luo threw the sword to Li Fan, "As long as this sword is still there, Shang Fang's sword will still guard China..."

Li Fan was touched by Wang Luo's voice, but Liao Jue sneered.

"Do you think you can really run away?"

"I know, you can't leave this seat now."

Wang Luo kept looking at the several tubes inserted behind Liao Jue, which delivered him the nutrient solution to maintain his body.

"As long as I stop you, he will survive."

"With who you are now, can you do it?"

Liao Jue laughed loudly, "My fist has a range of one thousand meters! As long as he hits it, he has nowhere to hide!"

"Don't underestimate me."

Wang Luo stood there, "Liao Jue, I can fight you for another 300 rounds!"

"You don't even have a sword, how can you fight me!"

Liao Jue raised his true energy, and cracks began to spread in the surrounding floor, like spider webs, extending in all directions.

And Li Fan stood at the door of the hall holding the Shangfang sword, still hesitating.

"Don't hesitate! Go!"

Wang Luo yelled at Li Fan, "Don't let my blood flow in vain!"

As he said that, he pushed his hand towards Li Fan, and a huge mental force hit Li Fan's body, pushing him out.

"Where to escape!"

Liao Jue threw an imperial punch in Li Fan's direction!

Even Li Fan couldn't escape a distance of one thousand meters in an instant!

But Wang Luo roared, he stretched out his hands, the surrounding jade stones exploded continuously, and jade stones flew over continuously, gathering in front of Wang Luo, and soon formed a huge jade sword, a full hundred meters long, Manipulated by Wang Luo, it hung over Liao Jue's head and fell towards him.

Such a huge sword seems to be able to open up the world.

But Liao Jue sat there, just changed the direction of his fist, and hit the top of his head.

"boom!"

The huge jade sword was smashed into pieces by Liao Jue's Emperor Fist and scattered around.

Wang Luo half-kneeled in front of Liao Jue, coughing up blood continuously, he began to age rapidly, losing vitality rapidly.

"Successful, Liao Jue."

Wang Luo winked at Liao Jue, "Li Fan...he has already left."

"Is he Li Fan?"

Liao Jue stood up directly from the dragon chair, looked at Wang Luo angrily, "Damn Shangfang Sword, I will kill you!"

"He...he is Shangfang Sword..."

Under Liao Jue's fist, Wang Luo closed his eyes in relief.