Chapter 57: Beilao shot

Chapter One Zero Four Seven
When Xiao Fan looked back, a huge palm appeared in his eyes. Wherever he passed, the void violently trembled, and a series of fine cracks appeared.
That palm gang was completely formed by thunder and lightning, violent and fierce, locked on him with a terrifying aura, Xiao Fan only felt his scalp almost exploded.
run!
This was Xiao Fan's first thought. Asura's Divine Wing appeared instantly, and he stepped into the air without hesitation, stepping on the Thousand Miles of Light Technique and flying towards the distance.
However, the momentum remained unabated, and the speed increased by several points. Even Xiao Fan could feel the direction of his palm has changed, and he would kill him again, even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't escape.
"Is this specifically to deal with me?" Xiao Fan's pupils shrank sharply, and then quickly calmed down, with a fierce gleam in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Fan was full of blood and golden light, and at the same time he displayed the immortal golden body and the incomplete asura body. Facing the palm, Xiao Fan did not dare to look down upon it.
Using the incomplete Asura body, his current strength cannot be as abnormal as before, but there is absolutely no pressure to deal with the early stage of the battle.
At the same time, he was full of endless fire burning, Shura's blood was completely boiling, and the ghost war soul appeared on his body. This was all the strength he could display now.
However, facing the thunder and lightning palms, Xiao Fan still felt that it was far from enough, and the devastating aura made him feel despair.
"Am I still going to die here?" Xiao Fan was unwilling, and the Shura sword burst out with bright lights. He did not wait for death, but displayed a full blow.
No matter who the opponent is, if you want to kill him, you have to peel off!
"Sura Upright!"
Xiao Fan roared, and the Shura sword suddenly grew bigger. He raised his hands high, his body covered in golden flames and murderous aura like a real flame sword, and then turned into countless sharp swords through his body.
If others saw it, they thought Xiao Fan was committing suicide, but anyone who knew Xiao Fan knew that Xiao Fan was definitely performing a terrible blow.
As he breathed, the flames all over his body instantly turned bloody, and Shura's blood boiled completely. Almost at the same time, his aura skyrocketed, crossing the threshold of the Battle Emperor Realm and the Battle Saint Realm, and it was still climbing rapidly.
This sword has only been used once by Xiao Fan for so long. That time he was only the pinnacle of the Battle Sovereign Realm, and the enemy he faced was Huang Chongxiao of the Battle King Realm of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Although this sword did not kill Huang Chongxiao, it also severely injured him.
It wasn't that Xiao Fan was unwilling to perform this big killer move, but that this killer was hurting himself eight hundred and wounding one thousand enemies. Even if the opponent didn't kill him, Xiao Fan would definitely be powerless.
Until the critical moment of dying, Xiao Fan will not be able to use Shura's profound meaning!
As Xiao Fan's momentum climbed, his upper body shirts exploded, vigorously and powerfully, his muscles like a horned dragon were exposed to the air, and a glow appeared on the surface.
"Endless killing!"
Xiao Fan roared with all his strength, he didn't retreat but instead, he slashed down with Shura sword power in both hands, and the blood-colored sword aura of Wanjian burst out, and the void tore through thin void cracks.
You know, only by touching the divine might, can it break through the void, but now, Xiao Fan has done it.
Around him, a sea of ​​blood rushed, and the endless blood from the heavens instantly merged into the sea of ​​blood. The blood mist around him was like a field of Shura.
The entire sky was stained blood and looked extremely bloody.
"What's the matter? How do I feel that the heaven is about to collapse?"
"Isn't the battle over? Why is it now fighting again?"
"Look, there seems to be a huge palm. If you shoot this palm, it is estimated that the floating islands will collapse!"
"Run!"
...The monks in the heavens first looked at the sky blankly, and they were all stunned by the tremendous power. Even if they were together for dozens of miles, they still felt a breathtaking breath.
Ye Shishui, Su Guzong, and Ling Chengdao looked at each other, as if they had already guessed something. They were shocked and worried. Ling Chengdao used to wish Xiao Fan to die, but now his heart is extremely complicated.
"This is the real Thunder God's Palm. It will only appear when the Temple of the God of War is destroyed. Can Xiao Fan be able to resist it?" Ye Chenshui pondered.
On the top of a mountain, the Four Killing Kings guarding Ling Feng and Fatty, staring at the scene high in the sky, frowning, with an extremely solemn expression.
boom!
At this moment, the Thunder God's palm seemed to have touched something. Even though they were tens of miles apart, the crowd felt a surge of sword intent, as if to tear the Thunder God's palm into pieces.
Where the upper heaven was, Xiao Fan's sword finally collided with the Thunder God's palm, and thousands of sword auras were slashed toward the Thunder God's palm. The violent sword aura shot in all directions, and the void cracks quickly became larger.
With a bang, thousands of sword qi exploded, and the Shura sword instantly shot into Xiao Fan's body.
Immediately afterwards, the Thunder God's palm hit Xiao Fan, his body was broken, he vomited blood in his mouth, his eyes were dead, and his body quickly shot towards the void.
Once in the void rift, Xiao Fan must die forever!
"Feng!" Suddenly, an old scream sounded, and in the void cracks behind Xiao Fan, countless dense lines suddenly appeared, and the lines wanted to make up for those void cracks.
However, Xiao Fan's speed was too fast, and the void cracks had not disappeared, but Xiao Fan penetrated into the dense lines.
A figure in a white robe teleported from a distance, trying to catch Xiao Fan, but just by grabbing his shoes, Xiao Fan's figure finally disappeared in the endless swirl of lines.
"Dare to hurt my disciple, and the old will destroy your thunderous body, and when my disciple returns, you will destroy your deity!" The white-robed old man shouted.
The white-robed old man was not someone else, it was Mr. Bei who came in time. He had come to save Xiao Fan, but he didn't expect that Xiao Fan was driven into nothingness by the Thunder God's palm.
In the hands of the probe, thousands of soul patterns appeared in the air, and the palm of the thunder body instantly shattered. After a short while, a golden thunder and lightning appeared suddenly in the nothingness.
The golden thunder and lightning were chaotic, trying to break free from the shackles of the thousands of soul patterns, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no effect.
"Ancestor-level soul pattern, who are you?" A frightened sound came from the golden thunder and lightning, the voice resounding like a Hong Zhong, resounding through the void.
"The one who killed you!"
Bei Lao let out a cold snort, the endless soul patterns permeated, compressing the space to the extreme, the golden thunder and lightning slowly wiped out, and finally disappeared completely.
Bei Lao didn't make a move. Once he made an amazing move, the few people who saw this scene were all shocked.
"Xiao Fan's master? Ancestor-level soul pattern? It really belongs to the Beichen family." Hearing the brief conversation between Bei Lao and the golden thunder and lightning, Ye Shishui's heart trembled, and he was glad that he finally changed his decision.
The same was true for Su Guzong, but fortunately he chose to help Xiao Fan.
If you want to count the most complicated mood, it is definitely Ling Chengdao. He has always been an enemy of Xiao Fan. If it were not for Ling Feng, he would definitely kill Xiao Fan. It is estimated that the ending will not be better than those of the big families and the Temple of War. How many.
At this moment, all the monks who saw the scene of the battle just now, their eyes fell on the slightly rickety white figure in the sky, unable to calm for a long time.