Chapter 109: Is this your proud capital

Chapter One Nine Nine Is This Your Proud Capital

"Om!" A suffocating sense of oppression came straight to Xiao Fan, and the billowing power bloomed from Sagong Zangjian, turning into a fierce wave that rushed in all directions.

"Since you don't know how to promote, then I will take it myself, and you will regret it later!" Sikong Cangjian finally couldn't help it. After so much tongue, he knew that Xiao Fan was impossible to surrender.

In his opinion, it doesn't really matter whether you kill Xiao Fan or not, what's important is that you can get something from Xiao Fan.

As the Lord of Asura, Xiao Fan is full of treasures, and he will naturally not miss such a good opportunity.

Xiao Fan looked indifferent, opened his palm, and the Shura sword suddenly appeared in his hand, sending the mad wolf and the others into the spatial secret realm. Xiao Fan was unafraid, only exposing the existence of the spatial secret realm.

However, Xiao Fan really couldn't stand Sikong's hidden sword, even if the space secrets were exposed, he would kill him.

"Even if you kneel down and beg me now, it's too late!" Sikong's hidden sword roared angrily and appeared in front of Xiao Fan.

At that moment, Xiao Fan suddenly felt like he was carrying a big mountain, his legs were like sinking in mud, and he didn't listen at all. When Sikong's hidden sword saw this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Gravity field?" An accident flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes, but only an accident flashed. The next moment, Xiao Fan moved.

If he doesn't dodge or dodge, it's like a wild beast bursting out. If he doesn't move, he moves astonishingly.

"Slaughter!"

With a soft drink, the spiraling sword aura whizzed up in the sky. With Xiao Fan's current strength, the three Asura swords were already easy to use.

Moreover, with the improvement of Xiao Fan's strength, these two swords have doubled their power, so Xiao Fan has not abandoned them.

As for the Third Sword Destroying God, Xiao Fan also felt a little bit, as long as it takes time to comprehend, there will be huge gains.

Boom! A burst of violent sounds came from the sword energy vortex. I have to say that the strength of Sikong's Hidden Sword is indeed good, and this combat technique is usually something that few people can resist.

"It seems that I also have to learn some new combat skills." Xiao Fan muttered in his heart, breaking through the battle sacred realm, his combat skills are already severely lacking.

The Sword of Killing, Ruthless Strike, Blood of the Setting Sun, Rhythm of the Sword, Cang Cang, and the Immortal Sword Realm that he understood by himself, although his attack power increased a lot as his strength increased.

But breaking through the battle sacred realm, relying on the power of the heavens and the earth and the power of the domain to attack, just like the gravity domain comprehended by Sagong Hidden Sword, Xiao Fan's comprehensible sword moves in front of him are nothing.

The speed of the ruthless blow may be terrible, but in this gravity field, it will definitely be greatly reduced. Once the speed advantage is lost, Xiao Fan's weakness will be exposed to others, and the waiting for him may be death.

Similarly, several other great war skills have their obvious weaknesses. Xiao Fan's vision was too low before, but now, Xiao Fan can easily feel it.

Only the Immortal Sword Realm, Xiao Fan did not intend to give up. After all, the Immortal Sword Realm was originally formed by the soul pattern. As Xiao Fan's understanding of the soul pattern deepens, the Immortal Sword Realm will only grow stronger.

"Boom!" Void buzzed, and a golden fist fell from the sky, as if the sky and the earth were about to collapse, Xiao Fan's sword qi vortex finally exploded, and Sagong's hidden sword rushed out from inside.

"But so!" Sikong Zangjian let out a faint smile, his body leaped high, and a giant golden foot of several tens of feet dropped from the sky, that foot was like an elephant hoof, about to collapse the world with one foot.

Xiao Fan didn't dare to touch him, his figure dodged quickly, the elephant hoof came quickly, and he chopped on the ground fiercely.

"Sura Field!" Xiao Fan whispered softly, still so calm, an extremely mysterious power bloomed from him.

Sikong Zangjian only felt a ripple of air rippling in the void. The next moment, his pupils shrank sharply, as if he had seen something terrifying, his figure suddenly stopped and he stood there absent.

"What's the matter with Master Sikong?" Not far away, Zhan Baiyang looked at Sikong's hidden sword in surprise. At this moment, Sikong's hidden sword was obviously showing fear.

Fear Sagong Hidden Sword? Zhan Baiyang couldn't imagine what else in this world could scare the son of the four elders of the Temple of War.

"The domain that affects the state of mind?" Luo Yu raised his brows, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Many people’s realms are derived from the heavens and the earth, so they are all linked to the power of the world.

For example, the realm of fire has fire attribute power, which can be attacked and defended. Another example is the realm of gravity, which can change the gravity within a certain range, and can kill the opponent by surprise.

Ten thousand monks who have broken through the battle sacred realm have nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine domains of power that are such tangible domains, but domain powers that affect the state of mind are extremely rare and can be called real. There is no one.

You know, the "no one in a million" 10,000, but the 10,000 in the Battle Saint Realm, not 10,000 ordinary people.

Looking at the War Soul Continent, it is vast and boundless, and there are more than hundreds of millions of cultivators. How many people can break through the battle holy realm, not to mention those who have understood the rare realm.

"Master Luo, let's wake up Master Sikong soon." Zhan Baiyang showed a worried expression on his face.

"If you can wake him up, you come and call." Luo Yu said lightly, a sneer flashed in his eyes, as if he wished that Sikong's hidden sword would be killed by Xiao Fan.

"Uh..." Zhan Baiyang was taken aback, but didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent.

Zhan Yuyan's brows flickered slightly, and the afterglow glanced at Luo Yuluo, then looked far away.

Xiao Fan displayed the realm power he comprehended-Shura Field. Originally, he was also prepared to comprehend the tangible realm power, just like the flame realm. He originally had endless fire, so it would not be too difficult to comprehend it.

But after thinking about it, Xiao Fan still chose the Shura Domain and the Immortal Domain, after all, there was an opportunity to touch the domain when he broke through the Battle Saint Realm.

It wasn't that Xiao Fan gave up the flame field, but because Xiao Fan would not have so much time at all for a while, he chose the more difficult to understand Shura field, that is, the Shura field, and the immortal field.

As soon as the Asura Field was put on display, the Sikong Tibetan Sword couldn't move. How could Xiao Fan miss this opportunity? As soon as the Shura Sword was mentioned, a sword aura came out and flew straight towards the Sagong Tibetan Sword.

"Puff!" When the sword qi was about to hit Sagong's Tibetan Sword, Sagong's Sword suddenly shivered and suddenly recovered.

On the side of the body, the sword qi just passed by, a few strands of hair flew and were cut down, and the tip of the nose was also wiped by the sword qi, shooting out a ray of blood.

"You actually understood Shura..." Sikong's hidden sword was extremely surprised, but he hadn't fallen silent yet, and he kept his huge feet firmly on his face.

boom! Sikong's hidden sword was directly flew away, wiping the ground and flying, and slammed fiercely on the sword-shaped stele. The sword-shaped stele only trembled, and it was much stronger than Xiao Fan imagined.

Sikong's hidden sword spouted several mouthfuls of blood. Before he could recover, another foot stepped on his chest. Who else but Xiao Fan?

Xiao Fan looked at Sikong Hidden Sword with a cold expression, and said with a disdain: "Is this your proud capital?"