Chapter 112: Trampled to death

The first one and two chapters were trampled to death
Xiao Fan's idea is very simple, isn't your Sikong Tibetan sword very proud? Isn't it self-righteous?
The little master stomped on one foot and trampled your arrogance and dignity under your feet, to see how proud you are! See how self-righteous you are!
Xiao Fan's huge soul power foot fell from Nine Heavens, without any fancy, it was just a very ordinary foot, but it was this foot that even more reflected Xiao Fan's power.
"Roar!" The dragon blood on the top of Sagong's hidden sword roared, and it seemed that he couldn't bear the huge pressure of his foot and almost burst away.
"So strong!" In the distance, Zhan Baiyang's pupils shrank suddenly. He was willing to save Sikong's hidden sword, but his strength was not Xiao Fan's opponent. He went up just to die.
Naturally, Zhan Yuyan was no exception. She looked cold, as if she wanted Sagong to hide her sword to death.
Luo Yuluo frowned. He wanted Sikong to hide his sword to die, but he was worried about Xiao Fan's strength. Xiao Fan's strength was beyond his expectations.
Luo Yuluo just wanted to leave now, and it didn't make any sense to him to stay here, but he didn't dare to leave, he always felt that it was not easy.
If he left by himself, Sikong Yu appeared, and Sikong Tibetan sword was not dead, then he would not be able to eat and walk around.
Suddenly, the roar of Sikong's hidden sword sounded in the void.
"The Supreme Realm, I am the Supreme!"
Sikong Zangjian was almost frantic. The clothes on his body stirred, and the meridians on his forehead squirmed like worms, swelling to the extreme, almost exploding.
A trace of blood oozes from the pores of his skin. Xiao Fan's foot is too domineering, even if he tries his best, he is not an opponent.
"Supreme Realm? Is it just yours or supreme?"
Xiao Fan looked disdainful and sneered completely, his whole body enveloped in golden flames.
At this moment, it also inspired Shura's bloodline and used Shura's divine body. Otherwise, it would be impossible to easily trample on the Sagong Sword.
Of course, this is not the limit of Xiao Fan. Once he uses Shura's divine power, Xiao Fan believes that his strength will skyrocket again.
No matter how genius Sikong's hidden sword was, Xiao Fan could kill him.
Secretly Xiao Fan used the power of the Soul Locking Orb several times, but the Soul Locking Orb could not help but the Dragon Blood Savage Elephant and the Dragon Sword Battle Soul. The Battle Soul of the Battle Saint Realm was completely dissolved in the blood, and it could only be shaken.
This effect is very limited, but it is extremely useful if it is used at a critical time.
"The Soul Locking Orb is only aimed at the battle souls below Rank 9. The attack is limited, and the main thing is to create the battle soul." Xiao Fan thought to himself that the Soul Locking Orb is only an auxiliary function. If you want to use it to kill the enemy, that is. It's almost impossible.
boom!
With a blast, the Dragon Yin sword battle spirit on the head of Sagong's hidden sword suddenly exploded, turning into countless soul power swords and shooting in all directions.
"lock!"
At this moment, a soft drink sounded, Xiao Fan flicked his finger, streamers shot out from his fingertips, like a light curtain, covering the countless soul power.
After a breath or two, that soul power sword aura suddenly disappeared, and all red light poured into Xiao Fan's body.
In a short while, in the space of Xiao Fan's Dantian, there was another phantom of a treasure sword around the Soul Locking Orb, which was the Soul Dragon Sword of Sikong's hidden sword.
This is the true ability of the Soul Lock Orb. Although it can't deal with the battle soul dissolved in blood, when the battle soul is broken, it can lock and absorb, and then reorganize a battle soul.
Before Xiao Fan's kick fell, his speed was not reduced by the slightest, Sikong Cangjian tried his best to resist, and there was a sound of dragons in his body.
He possessed a dragon blood elephant and a dragon yin sword, there was also a trace of dragon blood in his body, otherwise his physical strength would not be so domineering and powerful.
"kill!"
Sikong Zangjian shouted with all his strength, his eyes were bloodshot, his aura was still rising, and a monstrous and terrifying force was roaring.
Fortunately, other people in the Temple of War didn't see it, otherwise they would be surprised. The strength of Sikong's Tibetan sword is not the strongest in the Temple of War and the ancient people of the same age, but it is also the top category of people.
However, now, Sikong Tibetan sword has almost no resistance, and it is still above the power he is proud of.
Luo Yu frowned and frowned. He could imagine the humiliation in Sagong's heart at this moment, the pride of his heart being crushed by someone trampled on him, what kind of torture was this?
"Hall Master Asura is indeed very strong, but it is not impossible for me to defeat him. Once I go further, killing him will be easy." Luo Yuluo secretly said in his heart.
In fact, there was a whisper in his heart, Xiao Fan's strength far exceeded his surprise, at least, he couldn't defeat Sikong's hidden sword so easily, and he was just comforting himself by saying this.
"boom!"
Xiao Fan's foot finally fell, stirring a terrible storm of spirit power, rushing in all directions, and everything within hundreds of thousands of meters around was razed to the ground.
The sky full of skeletons was shattered by this fierce storm, turned into endless powder and rushed in all directions, but the huge grave remained unmoved.
The earth trembled violently, like a dozen magnitude earthquakes, endless energy fluctuations tumbling, completely submerging the surrounding area, and it has become the center of the riot.
"Hiss~" Luo Yuluo and the three of them who fled a few miles away sucked in cold air. The destructive power of Xiao Fan's kick was terrifying.
With such a terrible kick, can Sikong's hidden sword survive?
The eyes of several people were staring into the distance. After a full ten breaths, the violent wind and waves stabilized, and Luo Yuluo's eyes instantly fell to the center of the storm.
There was a huge footprint of tens of meters in the ground deeply carved into the ground, sinking into the ground four or five feet, and there were two figures on the edge of the huge pit of footprints.
Xiao Fan, dressed in a black robe, stood with his hand in his hand, and his eyes were cold looking at a body on the ground. Who else but Sikong Tibetan Sword?
At this moment, the Sikong Zangjian was covered in wounds, and all bones in his body were shattered, lying on the ground like a puddle of flesh, almost only a breath left.
His scarlet eyes were glowing with blood, and he couldn't wait to swallow Xiao Fan's flesh and blood. He never thought that he would lose to a monk in the Southern Region.
In his eyesight, Xiao Fan is at most just a nouveau riche. He accidentally got the Shura inheritance. Deep down in his heart, he looked down on Xiao Fan.
So he never took Xiao Fan, the Asura Palace Master, to his heart, and it was only at this moment that he realized that he had underestimated Xiao Fan.
"Your ten percent strength seems to be nothing more than that. Do you really think that when I fought with you, I used my full strength?" Xiao Fan faintly looked at the Sikong Zang Sword Dao, who had almost turned into slack.
From the very beginning, Sikong Tibetan Sword underestimated Xiao Fan's strength. The first blow he only used 50% of his strength, but Xiao Fan didn't use all his strength. It is estimated that it was only 30% of his strength.
The eyes of Sikong's hidden sword flickered. At this time, Xiao Fan's voice sounded again: "You who think you are, how do you want to die?"
Feeling the aura of Xiao Fan's body, Sikong Zangjian's pupils shrank. He knew that Xiao Fan really dared to kill him. Then he shouted with all his strength, "Junior Brother, if I die, remember to tell my father who killed him. It's me!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Fan suddenly raised his head to look at the three Luo Yuluo in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Senior brother, don't worry, I must tell Master that you were trampled to death by Xiao Fan." Luo Yuluo yelled, and then waved his hand, bringing Zhan Baiyang and Zhan Yuyan away without looking back. .