Chapter 1148: Drunkard's Death

The first one forty eight chapters of the drunkard
Xiao Fan could clearly see the situation of the drunkard. He would definitely not be able to hold on to this level of battle for long, at most it would be half a cup of tea.
After half a cup of tea, even the immortals were exhausted, and Xiao Fan felt extremely anxious.
He wanted to stop the drunkard, but Xiao Fan couldn't bear it when he thought of the firm eyes before the drunkard.
With the mind of a drunkard, it is impossible for him to sit and wait for death. As the host of the blood house, what he most hopes is that he can die in battle.
This was one of the reasons why Xiao Fan didn't stop him, and the other reason was that he didn't have the ability to cure the drunkard, so Xiao Fan could only fulfill him, which was regarded as the last respect for the master as an apprentice.
At this moment, Xiao Fan's eyes were extremely red, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. The drunkard's state was getting worse and worse, and he might fall down at any time.
"Haha, the old immortal thing, you are finally at the end of your way!" Sikong Yu laughed wildly, he was covered in blood, and was suppressed by the drunkard all the time, and his heart was very frustrated.
At the same level, his Sikong Yu has never been afraid of anyone, but today, he has been at a disadvantage, even if the drunkard is about to die, he can't breathe.
"Fan'er, I have no regrets for my teacher in this life. Finally, I will pass you something, you are optimistic." The drunkard ignored Si Kongyu at all, but looked at Xiao Fan and laughed.
"Teacher!" Xiao Fan trembled violently, his fists creaked, he wanted to stop the drunkard, but now there is no point in stopping it.
"Old stuff, die for me!"
Sikong Yu faintly felt something wrong, his speed suddenly increased, and a terrifying palm slammed at the drunkard, not giving the drunkard a chance to exert his strength.
The drunkard’s eyes were indifferent and his expression was unwavering. After spreading his palm, an ordinary long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. Seeing that Sikong Yu’s palm was about to approach, the drunkard’s long sword flicked lightly.
puff!
The overbearing and fierce palm in front of the drunkard is like a thin layer of paper, which breaks with a poke, and a white sword aura is even more invincible, heading straight towards Sikong Yu.
Si Kongyu reacted quickly, but he was still swept away by the sword energy, the hair strands on his head were chopped off, bloodshot thick black hair was flying in the wind, and the whole person looked very embarrassed.
"How much do you understand?" The drunkard didn't stop, and once again killed Sikong Yu.
"About 30%." Xiao Fan frowned, whispering in his heart: "This sword does not have any power of heaven and earth, nor does it have any energy fluctuations. It is the most ordinary sword. Why is the most ordinary sword so powerful? ?"
Xiao Fan probably caught something, but he didn't know exactly what it was.
"Thirty percent, it's already pretty good, come again." A satisfied smile appeared on the face of the drunkard. In this life, he has accepted three apprentices in total, and Xiao Fan has the best aptitude.
The drunkard can make Xiao Fan the ninth elder of the Blood Building, and he can prove his love for Xiao Fan.
"Prajna dragon elephant, the power of a thousand dragons!"
Si Kongyu roared, and behind him, a huge dragon blood elephant appeared, and the terrifying power directly shattered the void.
The sword just now almost cut him off. Now he dare not look down on the drunkard at all. From the drunkard's body, he felt the threat of life.
"The sword cuts the sky."
The drunk man whispered, holding a sword flower in his long sword. His speed was very fast, but he felt slow to the extreme. The next moment, a white sword rainbow flashed, cutting the void in half.
That sword aura still doesn't have any power of heaven and earth, and there is no energy fluctuation, it is the most common sword, but this sword makes the scalp numb of everyone present.
"I understand!" Staring at this sword, Xiao Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had caught something in an instant.
The sword light fell, and time seemed to freeze here. Everything was still. The sword light penetrated through Si Kong Yu's body, and Si Kong Yu's figure stopped suddenly, still maintaining the forward leaning motion.
"Impossible, you can't use your soul power, why is it so strong!" Si Kongyu looked at the drunkard with a trembling, his eyes were splitting, and he was extremely shocked.
"You are too ignorant." The old and hoarse voice of the drunkard sounded.
"Puff!" Suddenly, Sikong Yu's eyebrows suddenly split, a blood stain appeared, his body also burst open, and the corpse fell towards the ground.
died?
The crowd was all dumbfounded, but that was the four elders of the God of War Temple, the strongest of the Battle Saint Realm, who was slashed by the drunkard.
Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the audience. Qi Xiao who fought in the distance also shrank slightly. Si Kongyu's strength was very clear to him. He was invincible at the same level, but now he is dead. Is it true that Zhuge Qingxuan? So strong?
The few strong mid-war saints called by Sikong Yu saw this scene, and their hearts were chilling. In their eyes, Sikong Yu was high and inexhaustible, but an existence that could not be seen.
But now, Si Kongyu was dying in front of them. If he stayed here, would it be them who died?
Several people hesitated in their hearts. At the moment of loss of consciousness, Xiao Jin directly slapped one of them with a paw, and the others retreated without hesitation in fright.
Just at this moment, the drunkard probed his hand, and a stream of light flew out of Si Kongyu's body and appeared in front of Xiao Fan, which was a soul ring.
Xiao Fan grasped the soul ring, but his mind was not above Sikong Yu and the soul ring, but quickly flew towards the drunkard.
call! The body of the drunkard suddenly fell towards the ground, and the long sword in his hand fell. When Xiao Fan was holding the drunkard, there was only one breath left, the blood in his body was completely depleted, and all the spirits and spirits disappeared.
"Teacher!" The tears in Xiao Fan's eyes couldn't help but flow out, his body trembling slightly, and the mysterious energy was poured into the drunkard's body.
"Master!" A loud shout came from the sky, but blood in a purple robe came quickly and appeared beside the drunkard.
He was going to the Profound Realm to say goodbye to the drunkard specially, but he didn't expect that this would be the last time he saw his master. Bloodless was fortunate, but fortunately he was here.
"Just now, did you understand the sword?" The drunkard laughed. Death is not terrible in his eyes. Before he died, his two disciples were by his side. What could be happier than this?
"Yeah." Xiao Fan nodded. "The teacher wants to tell me that any external force is just a boost. Only when you become stronger can you be truly strong. Even if you don't use spirit power and heaven and earth power, you can become a leader of the same level. By!"
The drunkard nodded with satisfaction, and said: "As a teacher, I didn't expect you to be the Asura Palace Master. I'm afraid that you rely too much on the power of Asura's inheritance. Now you can understand that you are very pleased to be a teacher! This world, the most powerful The power is nothing else, but the cultivator himself!"
"Thank you teacher, I know!" Xiao Fan was already a little bit choked.
At this time, the drunk man looked at Xue Wujue again, saying: "Wujue, your talent is also good, and your future achievements will not be lower than that of being a teacher. Being a teacher is afraid of your impulsiveness. You have to think twice before acting. Faner, your mind is calm. , I need to mention more of your brother."
"Teacher (Master), I will!" Xiao Fan and Xue Wujue nodded at the same time.
"So, I feel relieved as a teacher..." The drunkard's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally there was no sound anymore, with a smile on his face, as if he was asleep.