Chapter 1288: Peerless

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Woo!
A shimmering old man who came out of nowhere, with a face of red beard and a reddish awn glowing all over his body, his eyes were sharp, like a sheathed sword, but he looked forward, even the Dragon Emperor had a kind of sword Heart feeling.
The eyelids shook gently, and for the first time in the history of the Dragon Emperor, he became very dignified.
This person is not easy to mess with, like a strong man from the ancient times ...
Boom!
At the same time, in the blast of a huge explosion, the rest of the corners also raised sand and dust, and the powerful momentum was like a tornado, sweeping through the sky.
Zhuo Fan led the cultivators who were chasing after the victory, and was suddenly forced by this unparalleled powerful momentum to stagnate, and immediately stopped, the depth of his eyes radiated a shocking light.
When the dust fell and everything became clear again, it was everyone's eyes that were seven young and old powerful menacing powerhouses, each of which was sharp and dark, but exuded a very dangerous atmosphere. .
It looks like a famous sword installed in a simple scabbard, but it seems to be nothing, but when the sword is exposed, it will inevitably fall apart, the blood splashes six feet, and the killing domain is invisible!
Quasi-Emperor Realm!
With a deep heart, Zhuo Fan's complexion couldn't help but sink. He lifted his eyes and swept the seven people, and his hands and feet were cold. He had never imagined that the Holy Mountain actually hid seven quasi-imperial masters.
You know, this is the same level as the Dragon Emperor. Although it is also the pinnacle of the Saint, it is completely different. Because these people are aware of the existence of the peak on their own roads, and use their power, naturally it is not the same as the peak of the general saint.
But according to what the Dragon Emperor said before, there should be no such existence in the Seven Saints Mountain? He has also been to the Sixth Holy Mountain and has not met such a master. Otherwise, he will not throw out the dragon's breath easily.
But why did the Holy Mountain ran out of seven prospective emperors at this critical moment?
Unconsciously, Zhuo Fan's heart immediately hesitated. The rest of the crowd saw this and stood still one by one, daring not to step forward.
The seven people in front of me seemed to be very powerful. As for the dragon races and spirit beasts, they are even more natural perceptions, anticipating the unusualness of the seven people, and they all stopped and did not want to step forward.
Suddenly, almost one-sided united army, chasing the defeated Sacred Mountain disciple, was suddenly stopped by seven mysterious masters, frightened, and froze in place.
The disciples who were defeated heard that there was no movement behind them, and looked back, they were also a little stunned.
Hey, is there such a master hidden in our holy mountain, why do n’t we know?
Suddenly, those people did not run away, just staring blankly at the strange scene in front of them, waiting for the development of the situation.
"Dad, the breath of these people is somewhat familiar!" At this time, Jiantong quietly approached Zhuo Fan's side quietly and murmured softly.
Eyes narrowed slightly, Zhuo Fan looked carefully, and nodded faintly: "Yes, it is familiar, it seems ..."
"It's the breath of five swords!"
Suddenly, Dan Qingsheng, Muronglie and others also came up together and looked at each other solemnly, leisurely saying: "We are all practicing with the sword to enlighten the Tao, and we are most familiar with this breath. Qingtian, Chongtian, Fengtian , Splitting the sky and burning the sky, among these seven people, it seems that they are all together. It is just that they seem to be deeper than us. It is not cultivation, but understanding of their own swordsmanship! "
Nodding fixedly, Jiantong immediately followed, "Yes, judging by my sense of five swords in one, their control of their own swordsmanship has entered the realm, no wonder they have reached the strength of the quasi-empire. Reaching the quasi-imperial cultivation practice, you can also fight against it, but unfortunately it is not the time. Daddy, shall we withdraw first? "
"The point is, it's not that we decided not to withdraw!"
Eyes squinted gently, Zhuo Fan stared closely at the seven people across from him, Jian Tong and others heard it, pondered a little, nodded clearly, and sighed unconsciously.
That's right, whether the truce is up to the strong. If it was said that their coalition forces could still control the development of the battle, then now that these seven quasi-imperials have appeared, they can't help them.
I just don't know if these seven prospective emperors are the people of the Holy Mountain, what is their intention to stop in front of them? Help Shengshan, or ... third-party insertion?
For a time, everyone present was a little nervous ...
boom!
Suddenly, at this moment, a tremendous loud noise rang out, and a huge figure fell backwards from the sky, immediately hitting the ground, causing a mountain to shake.
When we looked at it, everyone was surprised. This person is no one else, it is their strongest master here, Long Di is undoubtedly.
But at this moment, Dragon Emperor looked a little embarrassed. He shook the huge dragon head to stand up, and there were already many spots on his body. Zhuo Fan, who is familiar with kendo, and others immediately recognized that the scar was not the wound of other things, but the sharpest sword scar.
call out!
A broken voice came again, and a red-haired bearded old man fell in front of everyone present. Zhuo Fan and others saw it, and they sank again.
Damn, it's another prospective emperor!
At the same time, the six mountain owners who had just fled the desert and hurried back, the smile on their faces almost turned into a daisy.
Now they have seen that these quasi-imperial masters are here to help them. I really do n’t know what good things they usually do, how much high incense they burned, at such a critical moment, they can actually help such a peerless master like heaven, it is a blessing for eight lifetimes, ha ha ha!
Roar!
With a roar, Dragon Emperor looked at the red-haired old man fiercely and shouted, "Who are you, why are you helping these six old guys?"
Ignoring him, the red-haired old man raised his eyes, undecided, and stood side by side with the other seven masters, just like a wooden man, standing in a row and standing in front of everyone, but he was also speechless.
Disregard, naked disregard!
Zhuo Fan looked at all of this, his heart was suspicious, his eyes turned left and right, thinking about the solution.
Obviously, judging from the current appearance of these eight people, it is not intended to be an enemy with them, but that they do not want them to chase down the people of the Holy Mountain. In this way, it is possible for them to retreat.
After all, no one wants to compete with the eight prospective emperors!
"Uh, Lord Longdi, I think we should ..."
"No matter who you are, the grudge between the Dragon Clan and the Holy Mountain must be today, and the six old men must die!" However, before Zhuo Fan's words of persuasion were finished, the Dragon Emperor roared and flew up, Rushing towards the eight people: "Children of the Dragon Clan listen to my orders, tear them up, and stop me from dying!"
"Dragon Emperor, no!"
Zhuo Fan shouted, but he couldn't stop him.
The red-haired old man looked up at the huge figure rushing towards them, and looked at the other seven people, they were all indifferent, no expression at all.
But the next moment, they all shot together.
But seeing a huge sacred body suddenly emerged, each giant body was holding a strange long sword, or flame burning, or freezing cold bones, in the hands of the red-haired old giant, it was even a red mans Dazzling, the blades were beeping, and the whole sky was shaking.
Then, a flash, in Dragon Emperor's incredible eyes, eight huge figures came to him together, surrounded him, and the sharp swordsman passed like lightning.
Puff puff……
The huge dragon claw trembles slightly, and the dragon emperor's huge eye pupil trembles fiercely. Between this electro-optical flint, he didn't have time to move. He only heard a muffled noise, and the bright red blood was already steep He spouted violently all over his body.
Then, with a clatter, the entire dragon body of the Dragon Emperor split into pieces, and became a blood clot. It's just that some flesh and blood have frozen into frost, and some don't even have blood water, only that piece of charred black attracts attention.
Looking at all this, all of them could not help but be stunned, the corners of his mouth could not stop sucking air-conditioning.
how can that be?
This is the Dragon Emperor, the strongest quasi-Emperor master among the Dragon Clan, but others killed him in seconds!
Only Zhuofan had already anticipated this ending, and a heart sank again. Although the Dragon Emperor is a quasi-Emperor, the eight people are so powerful.
The same strength, with one enemy and eight, is inherently the most dangerous thing.
In his opinion, Dragon Emperor might have wanted to win by number, but unfortunately he misread these eight people. They are not ordinary quasi-empires, but quasi-empires trained by five saints.
After all, just like the disciples of the Holy Mountain, they were brought out by the sword emperor's hand, how can they be the same?
So, it was this moment's work that the Dragon Emperor was instantly killed. The snake can't do without a head. When the Dragon Emperor dies, the rest of the Dragon tribe are the Wuhe people, and they can no longer be a threat!
Uh, uh, uh!
After the hands were up and down, the eight men fell cleanly and cleanly to the front of the crowd again, and put away the holy body, as if they hadn't done anything, and their face was still calm.
After staying for a while, Dan Qingsheng looked at Zhuo Fan again and nodded and said, "It really is five kinds of kendos!"
"Yeah, the ultimate of the five kinds of swordsmanship!" Zhuo Fan sighed with a long breath, "If the undefeated Jianzun comes here, it is estimated that he will practice to the extreme. This is also the case. Grandma bears, Eight undefeated sword respecters blocked the road, which is really painful! "
The rest of the Luo family listened, and kept their heads on, keeping their heads deep.
In Fanjie that year, an undefeated sword respecter was already invincible in the world. Although it is a sanctuary here, it is undefeated Jianzun.
They can be sure that even if they have cultivated the strength of the Quasi-Emperor, there may not be these eight powerful men. This is the difference between evil and genius.
Obviously, they are only geniuses, and these eight people are the same as the undefeated Jianzun, and there is no such thing as a peerless demon in hundreds of thousands of years. It is not their comparable existence.
After all, the facts lie ahead, the same swordsmanship, different people practice, but the strength is very different.
Thinking of this, Dan Qingsheng and others looked at the other eight again, and they all couldn't help but clenched their fists.
These eight are the pinnacles of their swordsmanship, and they are the goals they must surpass ...