Chapter 116: Zhan Sikong Yu

Chapter One 106 Fights with Sikong Yu
Feeling the killing intent on Tu Tianshang's body, Xiao Fan's expression condensed, but the killing intent on Tu Tianshang's body quickly disappeared, which made Xiao Fan breathe a sigh of relief.
If Tu Tianshang wanted to kill himself, he would have done it a long time ago, and he would not wait until now. Isn't his intention to kill aimed at him?
"You solve the outside troubles yourself."
Before Xiao Fan could say anything, Tu Tianshang waved his probing hand and Xiao Fan's body suddenly flew upside down, completely devoid of any resistance.
Under that power, he was like a fallen leaf, not under his control at all.
When Xiao Fan returned to his senses, he had already appeared outside the giant tomb, the passage had disappeared, and the giant tomb had returned to its original appearance.
Xiao Fan didn't know why Tu Tianshang wanted to drive himself away, but he still remembered Tu Tianshang's words in his mind.
"Trouble, what's the trouble?" Xiao Fan looked up at the surroundings, there was nothing but Skeleton Eighteen Knights, where was there other trouble.
Suddenly, Xiao Fan raised the white token in his hand. The next moment, the Eighteen Skeleton Knights all knelt on one knee, lowered their heads, showing respect.
The skeleton looked very harsh and cold. They were about eight feet tall and in human form, with a bone knife and a bone sword pinned to their waist.
After scanning the Skeleton Eighteen Cavaliers, Xiao Fan's eyes showed satisfaction. The Skeleton Eighteen Cavaliers were all cultivated in the middle of the battle, which was a great help to him.
The most important thing is that these eighteen skeletons have infinite clones and the power of rebirth. Based on this alone, their strength is far beyond the ordinary middle stage of the war.
"The Skeleton Eighteen Cavalry, according to common sense, there should also be a mount." A weird idea emerged in Xiao Fan's mind, and a picture emerged in his mind.
That was the scene of eighteen human-shaped skeletons standing on the backs of eighteen soul beast skeletons and killing all quarters. Just thinking about it, a smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a loud noise came from high above, and a huge soul power palm fell from the sky, and the terrible pressure made Xiao Fan a little unable to lift his head.
Xiao Fan's expression changed. With this momentum alone, it is not something ordinary people can do, at least in the late Battle Saint, or even the Battle Saint peak. Is this the so-called trouble Tu Tianshang said?
Xiao Fan thought that he was good, and even in the late battle sage, he could survive from his men, but in front of this palm, Xiao Fan felt the threat of death.
"broken!"
Xiao Fan shouted, then put away the white skull and crossbones, swallowed two drops of Shura's supernatural power at one time, and then slashed it up with the Shura sword in his hand.
The howl of swords resounded through the world, like a ray of dawn before dawn piercing the sky, and that domineering soul power palm split in vain.
At the same time, the Eighteen Skeletons stepped into the air, drew out the long sword from his waist and slashed it up. The soul power palm was cut by Xiao Fan with a single sword, and its power was greatly reduced.
Now the Eighteen Skeleton Cavalry shot, and the palms exploded directly, turning into a terrible spirit power fluctuation that swept all around.
Xiao Fan stood at the very center of the soul power storm, staring coldly at the sky, where a middle-aged man appeared, looking coldly at him, as if looking at an ant.
He stood with his hands in his hands, his long hair fluttered, his murderous aura bloomed, and his terrible arrogance burned, standing there like a of war.
"Who are you?" Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, he felt a threat from the opponent, and he couldn't help treating him carelessly.
If you go all out, there is no problem escaping from the pinnacle of the battle sacred realm, not to mention that there are eighteen skeletons beside him.
"You killed my son?" the middle-aged man said, his tone was extremely gloomy. He was no one else, but Si Kongyu who hurriedly arrived.
Xiao Fan felt a little inexplicable, but since he was here to kill him, Xiao Fan would naturally not be polite, and said coldly: "I have killed too many people. I don't know which one you are talking about?"
"Huh, arrogant!" Si Kongyu snorted coldly, "Killing my son, you have to pay with your life. I will first abolish your cultivation base, break your limbs, and let you enjoy the pain of piercing your heart, and then take you. Back to the Temple of War!"
"From the Temple of War, you are Si Kong Yu?" Xiao Fan condensed on his body, and instantly guessed the identity of the person who came. It should be Si Kong Yu, the father of Sikong Hidden Sword.
call!
Before Xiao Fan could react, a gust of wind blew through, and Si Kongyu in the high sky had disappeared for some time. In an instant, Xiao Fan felt a terrifying force attacking from him.
"So fast!" Xiao Fan was frightened. Speed ​​was also his strong point, but in front of Si Kongyu, it was nothing.
Yin~Yin~
A sword chant sounded, Xiao Fan's Shura sword in his hand continued to dance, and the surface of his body was blooming with golden light, the Shura's divine wings appeared, and the blood of the blood boiled.
In the face of Si Kongyu's attack, Xiao Fan almost spared no effort, but he knew that Sikongyu was the fourth elder of the Temple of War, with the peak cultivation base of the Battle Saint Realm.
The Eighteen Skeletons around him also shot at the same time. Although they only have instinctive fighting consciousness, they are very vigilant.
To put it mildly, they are called Skeleton Eighteen Horses. They are not good to say. They are eighteen executioners, born to kill.
Qiang Qiang!
There was the sound of golden and stone clashing, sparks splashing around like a goddess scattered flowers, and the eighteen skeleton riders stood in front of Xiao Fan. In an instant, several of them were beheaded, but they soon came back to life.
Xiao Fan only felt pain in the palm of his hand holding the Shura Sword. He flew out with the powerful counter-shock force, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
At the peak of the Battle Saint Realm, he was not his opponent, and Xiao Fan couldn't bear it just because of the pressure.
Breaking through the battle sacred realm, he also knew that the battle sage understood the power of heaven and earth in the early stage and the power of the heavens and the earth in the middle stage of the battle.
Xiao Fan had already experienced the power of divine power. Although the power of heaven and earth understood by Si Kongyu was not as good as divine power, it was not comparable to Xiao Fan.
Looking inwardly in the dantian, he found that there were only six drops of Asura's supernatural power left, and Xiao Fan's eyes flashed a cruel look, and he consumed five drops in one breath.
At this moment, the two drops of Shura's divine power in his body have not been completely consumed, and when he consumes another five drops, his aura instantly soars, faintly crossing the boundary of the middle of the battle.
The next moment, Xiao Fan fell on the soles of his feet, but instead of continuing to back up, he stomped hard and rushed past at a faster speed than before.
"Destroy God!"
Xiao Fan let out an angry roar, and the Shura sword burst into a terrifying light, and a blood stream rushed to the tip of the sword, and then it turned into a small spot of light and shot out from the sky, the speed was terrifying to the extreme.
Sikong Yu flew the Eighteen Skeleton Knights and furiously killed Xiao Fan. At this time, a streamer stabbed, and for some reason, Sikong Yu felt a threat.
In his hands, a simple bronze mirror suddenly appeared in his hand, it was the ancient mirror of the void. He did not hesitate to use the ancient mirror to block him.
"Ancient Void Mirror?" Xiao Fan, who flew over, recognized the ancient Void Mirror instantly, his face changed slightly, and the first thing he thought of was to retract the sword just now.
However, how could Si Kongyu give him a chance? He smiled evilly and quickly approached Xiao Fan holding the ancient mirror in the void.