Chapter 222 Righteous and Awesome

"Human Emperor Sword?!"

Both the Yaoguang Saint Lord in the distance and the Wuxiang Saint Lord in front of him exclaimed.

The Human Emperor not only left a legend in the Spirit Realm, but also as the absolute emperor who led the human race to counterattack the ancient royal family in ancient times, the name of the Human Emperor naturally resounded throughout the Ten Thousand Realms.

"How could it be, how could it be?! The inheritance of the Human Emperor should be in the Pseudo-Spirit Realm! Why did this Human Emperor Sword appear in Zixiao's hands?!"

"No! He is not a Human Emperor, how can he drive the Human Emperor Sword?!"

The Wuxiang Saint Lord had a lot of lumps on his head, and each of them seemed to have a question mark.

The Human Emperor Sword appeared in front of him, which really made him puzzled.

You know, the skills that Zixiao used to attack him before were clearly magic skills, and what kind of person is the Human Emperor? Even if the Emperor's aura is not the nemesis of magic skills, the two must be opposites.

Now a person with magic skills took out the Human Emperor Sword.

During this period, when Zixiao disappeared, what happened? !

The reputation of the Human Emperor Sword was so great that the Wuxiang Saint Lord was a little trembling in his heart.

Zixiao made a sword flower with the Human Emperor Sword in his hand, and the Emperor Sword, accompanied by wisps of sword energy, tore the void.

"Lao Deng, tell me, will you hand over the Qiankun Ring?"

"Amitabha, donor, it's time to turn back, you... you sneak attacked again!!!"

Wuxiang Saint Lord was about to say something, but halfway through his words, he saw the Human Emperor Sword slashing towards his head.

If he didn't dodge, it would definitely cut off his head.

He wants to kill me? !

Wuxiang Saint Lord didn't expect Zixiao to be so bold, without any scruples, and was about to kill him.

He grabbed the Zen stick with both hands and smashed it hard on the ground.

Boom!

With a loud bang, a huge fire surged out from the Zen stick, the magma on the earth boiled, and the red waves rushed to the sky, with amazing power.

Since it was made of the Golden Crow Divine Fire, it naturally possesses the meaning of true fire.

Swish...

Facing the raging fire waves, Zixiao held the Human Emperor Sword and slashed it out with one sword, instantly splitting the sky-wide fire waves in two.

The sword intent was still powerful and slashed towards the Wuxiang Saint.

The Wuxiang Saint held the Zen stick, and the hot flames burned the earth. The Zen stick directly collided with the Human Emperor Sword.

The two collided with each other, and with a loud bang, endless light flooded the sky and the earth.

When the light dissipated, Lin Wuya, who was lying on the ground, looked at the scene in front of him in horror.

At this moment, Zixiao held the Human Emperor Sword, and the sword tip hit the Zen stick, while the Wuxiang Saint held the Zen stick in both hands to block in front of him, and the sharp sword energy tore a wound on his chest.

He held the Zen stick tightly, not daring to relax at all.

In a head-on battle, he was actually suppressed by Zixiao.

The Saint Lord Wuxiang now didn't even have the chance to use his magic. If he relaxed, Zixiao would definitely use the Human Emperor Sword to split him in two.

But it was impossible to keep the stalemate like this. He forgot that Zixiao was holding the Human Emperor Sword in one hand, and the other hand was holding the big stick given to him by the Saint Lord Yaoguang!

"Hehe..."

Zixiao grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Before the Saint Lord Wuxiang could react, his eyes went dark, and the big stick smashed towards his head.

"How dare you!!!"

Ding! ! !

A huge sound resounded through the valley.

The big stick hit the Saint Lord Wuxiang's head firmly, and a big bump appeared on his rugged head again, directly pushing the scarf down.

Another bump on the bump?

This was the first time he had seen such a strange sight.

"You you you..."

The Saint Lord Wuxiang felt dizzy and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

But then there was another blow.

Clang clang clang...

The crisp sound was like hitting a wooden fish, and it continued to echo in the valley.

In the end, the Wuxiang Saint didn't even know how his Qiankun Ring was taken off. Zixiao even cut off the connection between the Qiankun Ring and him in front of him.

Even the Zen stick on the ground was not wasted. Zixiao took it all away and turned away.

Lin Wuya endured the pain in his body and went to help the Wuxiang Saint.

At this time, the Wuxiang Saint's eyes were full of despair. One time was not enough, and he had to come a second time.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Lin Wuya looked at the miserable state of the Wuxiang Saint and couldn't help asking, but the next moment, he saw the giant tower on the head of the Wuxiang Saint and almost laughed out loud.

This affected the wound and made him cry out.

The Saint of Wuxiang slowly came back to his senses and looked at Lin Wuya: "Does my current appearance seem a bit insulting?"

Hearing this, Lin Wuya shook his head like a rattle.

"No! No! Senior, you just have a tower on your head now, which is in line with your status as a monk."

"..."

A tower on your head? !

The Saint of Wuxiang's eyes went dark and he almost fell down. He reached out and touched it. How big a scarf would it take to cover it!

Besides, wouldn't it be even more strange if it was covered? !

For the first time, the Saint of Wuxiang felt uneasy about the plan to go to the Holy Land of Yaoguang. They might not necessarily kill him, but it was unbearable to insult him like this.

Swoosh...

Just as the Saint of Wuxiang was thinking, Zixiao's figure slowly fell down.

"Hmm? What happened here? Master, why did you fall to the ground? Get up quickly. It's really embarrassing to receive such a great gift."

"..."

The Saint Lord Wuxiang stood up with the help of Lin Wuya. He looked at Zixiao with a look of anger.

But Zixiao didn't care.

At this time, the Saint Lord Yaoguang also flew over. As soon as he landed, he asked: "Junior brother, why did you come just now? No, it should be said that it's a good thing that you came just now. There was a thief who took away all our Qiankun rings."

"Not only that, the thing on your head is also his masterpiece."

"Oh?"

Zixiao pretended to be surprised and said: "How can this be? In broad daylight, is there still justice? Is there still the law? The thief dares to be so rampant. Master, you quickly hide behind me, I will protect you! Don't worry."

Don't worry? I'm not worried!

The Saint Lord Wuxiang cursed in his heart.

The one I'm most worried about is you!!!

But now the matter is done, Zixiao can completely suppress him alone, and with the help of Saint Master Yaoguang, if they fall out, he may lose his life.

Saint Master Wuxiang is very sensible.

"No problem, let's get down to business first, business is important, by the way, this kid is covered in wounds, can you two fellow Taoists give him a few pills to heal his wounds?"

"Ah?"

Saint Master Yaoguang looked disgusted: "It's not that I don't want to give it, you also saw that my Qiankun Ring was taken away just now, I can't give it even if I want to!"

Hearing Saint Master Yaoguang's words, Saint Master Wuxiang looked at Zixiao again.