Chapter 1867: How old are you

Chapter One Eight Six Seven How Old Are You
No wonder Xiao Fan was so shocked. His Asura God Eyes have always been different from the Asura God Eyes cultivated by the masters of the Asura Hall of the past.
The masters of the Temple of Asura in the past have cultivated the Eye of Slaughter. Once the eyes of the of Asura are opened, it must be endless slaughter, and blood flows into a river.
However, the Asura God Eye that Xiao Fan had understood was the Asura Purgatory of Karma Condensed, which made Xiao Fan not dare to easily use the power of the Asura God Eye.
After all, there is almost no person in this world who can ignore and control the fire of karma, and it is absolutely impossible for the gods to do so.
But Xiao Fan was able to control the power of Karma Fire when he was in the Saint Realm. It would be too sensational to let others know.
For so many years, Xiao Fan thought that there was a problem with the Asura God's eyes he had cultivated, but today, Xiao Fan found that he was wrong.
It wasn't that he had a problem with his cultivation, but that he accidentally awakened a special magical power of the Asura Divine Eye he had cultivated, so that he had not realized the power of the Slaughter Eye until now.
But now Xiao Fan saw hope, that is, the pupil power of Leng Tong's Shura Divine Eye could actually stimulate the power of his eyes.
Xiao Fan could already clearly feel that his Asura's divine eyes seemed to be opening another pupil power. As for what it was, Xiao Fan didn't know.
This process takes time to wake up slowly, but Xiao Fan has a little more hope in his heart.
"Leng Tong deserves to be the most powerful pupil technique among all the sons of the Asura Mountain inheritance." Xiao Fan muttered in his heart, "If this pupil technique didn't hurt me, it wouldn't make sense."
Thinking of this, the corners of Xiao Fan's mouth raised slightly, and his whole body whizzed with sword aura, cutting his robes, and even a trace of blood stains.
Since you want to act, you must act realistically.
If you don't have anything to do with Leng Tong's pupil technique, it is estimated that many people will have to guard themselves, and even the next time they go to the Asura Mountain to compete for the inheritance of the Asura King, they may be taken care of.
This is not what Xiao Fan wants to see, it is the last word to make a fortune in silence.
Xiao Fan continued to absorb the killing power around him, while paying attention to the movement outside.
Leng Tong stood in the void, looking coldly at the black world in front of him, his face was full of indifference, as if Xiao Fan was already a dead person in his eyes.
His eyes had returned to black, but his face looked slightly pale. Obviously, the use of Shura God Eyes just now took him quite a bit.
This big killer move, let alone a peak powerhouse of the God of War, is a group, and it may not be able to resist it.
"Young Master!" Jian Luo roared hard, his face was full of worry, he had recovered a trace of blood, but his body was still a little weak.
Wu Ruofeng and Yun He also looked very ugly. If it were before, they would have longed for Xiao Fan to die.
But over the years, they have understood Xiao Fan's behavior very well, and Xiao Fan is not as hateful as they thought.
The reputation of the Lords of Asura in the past dynasties is due to the dirty water poured on the Temple of War.
"The son will not die." Wu Ruofeng gritted his teeth and said, Xiao Fan used magic techniques on him. If Xiao Fan died, he would also die. It was not that Wu Ruofeng was afraid of death, but that he really didn't want Xiao Fan to die. .
Chu Qingkuan clenched his fists, his fingernails embedded in his palms, a trace of blood overflowed, his strength was certainly stronger than most cultivators of the same rank.
However, in front of peerless figures like Leng Tong, he was still somewhat inferior, even in the same realm, he was not Leng Tong's opponent.
After all, even the extremely abnormal Xiao Fan is deeply involved, not to mention them?
"Damn you too!" Leng Tong's eyes suddenly turned to Chu Qingkuan and them.
But before he could do anything, the gray-robed old man under his servant instantly understood, and moved his feet, slapped Chu frivolously at them.
"Wu Ruofeng, you are optimistic about them!" Chu Qingkuan snorted and rushed out first. He was not sure about Leng Tong, but he would not be afraid to deal with other people.
The long sword in his hand trembled, and Chu Qingkuang's sword aura was lingering all over the sky, filling every space. The dense sword aura, like ten thousand swords, locked the gray-robed old man.
Leng Tong looked calm, confident in the gray-robed old man, and did not pay too much attention to the battle in that direction.
He just wanted to see Xiao Fan's death in front of him, and let this kid who dared to blackmail his stone bear the consequences of offending him.
Time slowly passed away, and the huge black sky curtain slowly became smaller, as if it was going to disappear at any time.
"Your master is dead, what's the point of you being alive? I will kill you slowly later, the old man will kill them first." The gray-robed old man chuckled at Chu Qingkuan, and then flashed towards Jian Luo and the others. Where lased away.
The strength of the gray-robed old man is also the pinnacle of the real God of War, the kind that he can comprehend the profound truth and break through the pinnacle of the God of War.
However, if Chu Qingkang went all out, he could barely stop him, and even restrain the old man.
Just want to keep Jian Luo and the others, but it is not easy, after all, the difficulty of protecting and killing is different.
"Stop it!" Chu Qingkuan's expression changed drastically when he saw the gray-robed old man rushing towards Jian Luo and the others.
However, the gray-robed old man was not weaker than him in speed, and Chu frivolous was also very passive, and the gray-robed old man got a gap if he didn't pay attention.
The gray-robed old man glanced at Chu frivolously with disdain, locked Jian Luo with a sword, and stabbed it down fiercely.
Puff!
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from the void, blood blossoms, and then an arm holding a long sword flew up, and everyone couldn't help but stare.
"It seems that a sword light flashed by just now, so fast!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Many people only saw a flash of sword light just now, the speed was so fast that they couldn't even catch the peak of the ordinary war temple.
"Who?" An old roar sounded, but he saw the gray-robed old man clutching his arm and looking around. The arm that had just been cut off was his.
"Are you looking for me?" At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded.
At the same time, a cold light flashed from the gray-robed old man’s eyes, and then pierced his chest. When he recovered, he suddenly stood in front of him, a young man in a black robe who was embarrassed and stained with blood .
"Jian Hongchen? He didn't even die!" The crowd trembled suddenly. It was the legendary pupil technique, and it was the pupil technique of the son of Shura Mountain inheritance. He actually survived the pupil technique.
Obviously, the black robe youth is not someone else, it is Xiao Fan.
At a critical moment, he took action to save Jian Luo and their lives. Although he was enveloped by the killing power of the pupil technique, Xiao Fan was vaguely paying attention to the movements outside.
"You didn't even die?" Leng Tong's face also showed an unbelievable color, his pupil technique, even a magic medicine master could not die?
The magical medicine master is not good at fighting. At most, his soul power is stronger, but his pupil technique just now contains physical attacks and soul attacks.
"You are not blind, am I still alive?" Xiao Fan glanced at Leng Tong disdainfully.
If he hadn't deliberately acted to show Leng Tong to show the enemy's weakness, the killing power of Leng Tong pupil technique might not be feasible to meet him.
"Let him go." Lengtong's expression was extremely cold, spreading out his palm, a blood-colored rapier suddenly appeared in the palm of his palm, revealing endless sharpness.
"How old are you, gesticulating in front of me?" Xiao Fan responded with disdain. Suddenly, the long sword in his hand trembled, and the sky poured out with sword energy.