Chapter 4782: Can you pick me up

Xiao Fan has always been alert, his expression has not changed much.
There are eight guards outside, don't even think about it, there must be immeasurable people in the Palace of the Nine Deaths.
Cang!
Seeing that the golden brilliance was about to approach the center of his eyebrows, a purple streamer bloomed in front of Xiao Fan.
No matter how sharp the golden light is, it cannot penetrate the slightest.
The Shura sword is now transformed into an ancestor king's weapon, and its power is naturally far from comparable to before.
As for the sneak attack, unless the speed is so fast that Xiao Fan can't react, it is simply impossible.
Finally, the golden brilliance power dissipated, turning into a huge infinite sword energy and bursting away.
The Shura sword became a sword body again, floating in front of Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan looked at the front indifferently. Hundreds of miles away, a figure in white clothes stood in the air, his eyes were extremely cold, without a trace of emotion.
However, his body was blooming with an extremely powerful sword aura, and many sword souls around him seemed to resonate with it.
Xiao Fan frowned slightly, this person actually gave him a slight pressure.
He had to admit that the sword repair of the Supreme Realm was indeed a bit scary.
Moreover, after the opponent has been here for so long, in all likelihood, he has already obtained the sword soul, but I don't know how powerful the opponent can play the sword soul.
"You killed my man?" The white-clothed man had a cold tone and a murderous spirit.
"What about killing?" Xiao Fan was very upset with the man's attitude. This is not your place. If your people want to kill me, should I be merciful?
However, he did show mercy, only to make a few people useless, and not really killer.
"Then you go with them." The voice of the white-clothed man was still cold.
call!
Before the words fell, the white-clothed man disappeared in vain. He didn't know when he held a pale golden divine sword in his hand, gleaming with a sharp luster.
Boom!
Golden sword shadows bloomed, crushing Xiao Fan from all directions, and the void exploded.
The soul of the sword in the space, as if feeling the strong will of the man in white clothes, trembled violently.
Xiao Fan didn't do anything, and Shura sword turned into a sphere, protecting him in the center.
Deafening sounds came from time to time, and the void sparks everywhere.
After a while, the white-clothed man withdrew back, frowning, and looking at Xiao Fan coldly, his eyes gleaming: "Ancestral King Artifact, an absolute defensive artifact?"
Whether it is an ancestral king's artifact or a divine object, it is a rare treasure.
If he can get one, he can definitely take his strength to the next level.
Just thinking about it, the man in white became excited, his eyes became extremely hot.
"What, do you want?" Xiao Fan looked at the white-clothed man mischievously.
Although he admits that the man in white is very powerful, a sword repairman who cares so much about a magic weapon is destined to not go far in the way of kendo.
He had never seen Ye Qingcheng so hot with a magic weapon.
Sword repair, repair is kendo.
Strong kendo, even a blade of grass is an invincible sword.
Swordsmanship is weak, what's the use of giving you the king's weapon?
"This sword is mine." The white-clothed man grinned, his whole body suddenly radiant and brilliant.
Behind him, a sword glow of ten thousand feet appeared in vain, a terrifying power, as if it could break the sky.
"Slaying God!"
The man in white roared angrily, and the killing sword slashed down angrily, and the entire sky was instantly submerged by infinite sword aura, continuously roaring.
The Shura Sword was in front of Xiao Fan for the first time, but the overbearing power shook the Shura Sword away.
The same was true for Xiao Fan. At the moment when the sword aura broke out, he felt as if he was deeply trapped, his body as if he was carrying a star field on his back.
Before he recovered, the powerful force hit his chest, and his internal organs trembled slightly.
Xiao Fan looked at the white-clothed man in surprise, his expression no longer as light as before.
This person looks rebellious, but he is extremely deep in the city, and his arrogance is completely different from his calculations.
If it weren't for breaking through the supreme ancestor, maybe this person would really be overcast.
"The origin of strength!" Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes into two lines.
It was the first time he saw the origin of power.
However, the white-clothed man's mastery of the origin of power has reached the point of perfection.
Unconsciously, the power of horror was acting on the opponent, if the strength was a little bit worse, he would be killed directly by a sword.
"He didn't even die?" The man in white also looked at Xiao Fan extremely unexpectedly. His trick was unsatisfactory.
The people who died under his sword do not know where.
But Xiao Fan actually carried it down, and he couldn't help but carelessly: "It seems that I have to be serious. If you can die in the hands of my Profound Nine Tribulations, you can die well, but I'm very curious that you can take my sword.
"Don't you know if you try?" Xiao Fan sneered.
In the next moment, he directly performed the Nine Transformations of Shura, urging the supreme golden body, and the strength of his physical body instantly reached the level of ten forged supreme golden bodies.
"Xura Clan?" The white-clothed man Xuan Jiu Jie's face was dark, showing a cautious expression for the first time.
However, at this time, Xiao Fan didn't wait for him to take a shot, holding the magic sword turned into by the Shura sword and shot angrily.
With the Eight Demon Swords against the sky, the first one was cut without hesitation.
Xuan Jiu Jie easily took the first cut, and smiled disdainfully: "But so, today you are doomed to die."
Xiao Fan said nothing, the second knife fell.
He wanted to see if Xuan Jiu Jie could take over his own words.
When Xiao Fan cut the fourth sword, Xuan Jiu Tribulation finally felt something was wrong. He held the sword to resist, and the whole person backed away, his arm was numb.
However, Xiao Fan's fifth sword slashed fiercely again, fierce flames blazing, endless magic light burst, and the entire void began to collapse and annihilate.
The sword soul screamed in the distance, as if it had sensed fear.
"puff!"
The fifth sword fell, Xuan Jiuju still blocked it, but his body was shaken off, and his arm was directly dislocated.
The domineering knife Gang left a shocking scar on his chest, almost cutting off his body.
"Forbidden tactics?" Xuan Jiu Jie finally changed color.
"Come again!"
Xiao Fan roared and cut the sixth sword without hesitation.
This was also the last cut he could cut without backlashing himself.
The aura on his body exploded again several times, and the terrifying magic light exploded again, the energy of the explosion surged wildly, and the vastness surged, like a torrent of bursting banks, sweeping the world.
A large number of chaotic cracks appeared in the void, and the light of chaos roared.
Xuan Jiu Jie's pupils shrank violently, and his body seemed to explode under the explosive magic knife.
Thinking back to what he had just said, his face was a little red, as if he was slapped severely.
The funny thing is, he still wants to see how many swords the opponent can take him? The point is that before he has time to release the sword, it has become a question of how many times he can take the opponent.