Chapter 457
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Yi Dou
Seeing Lu Fan rushing quickly, the eyes of the white-haired old man with a Sanxian cultivation base suddenly showed hope.
I was finally saved.
If he hadn't felt Lu Fan's aura just now, he would have almost blew himself up with this mutant monk in despair.
Fortunately, everything is fine now.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Fan had already rushed forward, and the silver dragon sword in his hand slashed straight at the mutant monk's neck.
With this sword, Lu Fan directly exhausted all his strength, without holding back a single bit of his hand.
The majesty and coercion of the early days of Mahayana also completely broke out at this moment.
The white-haired old man, who was originally full of joy, suddenly widened his eyes when he felt the aura of cultivation that erupted from Lu Fan, and a ghost-like look appeared on his face.
"In the early days of Mahayana..."
At the same time as he exclaimed, the hope that had just risen in his heart was instantly shattered.
Originally, he thought that Lu Fan should be a strong Sanxian like him.
After all, he is not a strong Sanxian, and he dare not join in such a battle.
After all, even himself, the fifth level of the Loose Immortal, is no match for this mutant monk, let alone one under the Loose Immortal.
And the person who dares to threaten himself to make the oath of heaven at this time is definitely not a simple person.
But he never thought that the savior he tried his best to exchange would be a Mahayana monk, and it was still in the early stage of Mahayana.
Even the majestic Sanxian himself was forced to make an oath to ask for help, and even a small Mahayana early stage might not be enough to slap this mutant monk to death.
Just when Zuo Qiufei was in despair, the silver dragon sword in Lu Fan's hand chopped on the mutant monk's neck.
Ding!
He only heard a piercing sound of gold and iron colliding, and Lu Fan only felt a shock force coming from the Silver Dragon Sword.
And Lu Fan was also forced to retreat seven or eight steps because of this shock force.
Seeing this scene, Zuo Qiufei, who was already desperate, became even more desperate.
It’s over.
Completely screwed.
Since it is clear that you want to let yourself die, why give yourself hope and then shatter it.
The aggrievedness in his heart at this moment cannot be expressed in words.
And this mutated cultivator at the Sanxian level also gave up attacking Zuo Qiufei at this moment, and suddenly looked at Lu Fan with his cold eyes.
Only then did Lu Fan see clearly that the eyes of this mutant monk were obviously different from those of the mutant monk he killed.
The eyes of the mutant monk killed by him were completely off-white, without pupils.
But the pupils of this mutant monk are gray, and the rest of the area is weirdly black.
In addition, there are strange runes in the eyes of this mutant monk, which looks very strange.
Just when Lu Fan was looking at the mutant monk, the mutant monk said in a cold voice:
"Trespassing in the forbidden place of the god of death, surrender can save you from death!"
Looking at the mutant monk who asked him to surrender, a flash of surprise flashed in Lu Fan's eyes.
It seems that my guess is correct. Although this mutant monk has been controlled, the wisdom he should have has not been erased.
And the mutant monks he killed had no intelligence at all, and they were not much different from those dead creatures.
In comparison, such mutant monks are obviously much more difficult to deal with.
After these thoughts flashed by quickly, Lu Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense, and with a flash, he swung his sword and slashed at the mutant monk again.
Facing the chopped silver dragon sword, the mutated monk said with awe-inspiring killing intent:
"Those who refuse to surrender will be killed without mercy!"
When the murderous words fell, the mutant monk directly grabbed the silver dragon sword with his palm.
Under Lu Fan's shocked gaze, the mutated monk directly grabbed the silver dragon sword that he struck with all his might.
"So strong!"
At this moment, Lu Fan felt how difficult this guy was.
Not only does he have the cultivation base of a Sanxian, but also his body is so frighteningly hard that even the Silver Dragon Sword can't hurt him at all.
Even the mutant monk's neck is extremely hard, it is not comparable to the two mutant monks he beheaded.
Lu Fan twitched hard, trying to pull out the Silver Dragon Sword.
However, the Silver Dragon Sword did not move at all, as if it was fixed.
Zuo Qiufei, who was beside him, saw this scene and suddenly laughed miserably in despair.
"Hahaha...die, let's die together, boy, you dare to deceive this old man, you really deserve to die..."
At this moment Zuo Qiufei had completely given up, and started to mock Lu Fan directly.
It was Lu Fan who gave him hope, and then shattered his hope.
So at this moment, his hatred for Lu Fan is deeper than his hatred for this mutant monk.
He would rather be killed by this mutant cultivator directly, and he doesn't want to be extinguished after his hope is ignited, and then be killed.
This kind of pain of shattered hope is much more uncomfortable than killing him directly.
Seeing that this guy was still talking sarcasticly at this time, Lu Fan was immediately speechless.
This guy really has a vicious tongue, and he can't bear his temper. In addition, he has a dog's eyes and sees people as inferior.
I feel that I am an early Mahayana cultivator, but I can't help this mutant monk.
Thinking of this, Lu Fan yelled angrily: "If you don't want to die, just shut up and watch from the sidelines. If you dare to talk nonsense, I will kill you first."
After the cold shout fell, Lu Fan directly urged the system to put away the Silver Dragon Sword.
In an instant, the Silver Dragon Sword disappeared out of thin air, and Lu Fan also took this opportunity to retreat backwards.
After retreating more than [-] meters in succession, Lu Fan stood still and looked at the mutant monk of the Sanxian level with eyes full of fighting spirit.
This guy in front of him is a life and death threat to others, but to him, this guy is a very good partner.
Although he had fought with Sun Kun and Guan Yicheng before, the fighting power of those two guys was still too low to allow him to fight to the fullest.
But the mutant monk in front of him is different.
Not only the cultivation base of Sanxian, but also the physical body is terrifying, and he doesn't know how tired he is.
Such a top sparring partner usually has no chance to find it, but now that I have met it, I have to seize the opportunity.
Zuo Qiufei on the side was still a little annoyed after being reprimanded coldly by Lu Fan.
But after seeing the silver dragon sword disappearing out of thin air and Lu Fan looking at the mutated monk with extremely excited eyes, he couldn't help feeling puzzled.
Where does a small early Mahayana monk find the courage to face an incomparably powerful Sanxian mutant monk?
Even himself, the fifth-layer loose immortal, was almost killed. Could it be possible that he could kill this mutant monk in the early stage of Mahayana?
Just when Zuo Qiufei was extremely puzzled, the mutated cultivator at the Sanxian level let out a low growl and rushed towards Lu Fan.
The terrifying murderous aura and evil aura mixed with the aura of the Sanxian powerhouse swept towards Lu Fan at the same time.
The incomparably terrifying multiple auras and coercion were like ten thousand zhang ocean waves, as if they were going to shoot Lu Fan to death directly.
And Lu Fan looked at the mutated Sanxian cultivator rushing towards him, and his backlog of fighting spirit broke out completely.
"Hahahaha... well done!"
With a wild laugh of fighting spirit, the Huangji sword appeared in his hand, and Lu Fan's figure also disappeared in place...
I was finally saved.
If he hadn't felt Lu Fan's aura just now, he would have almost blew himself up with this mutant monk in despair.
Fortunately, everything is fine now.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Fan had already rushed forward, and the silver dragon sword in his hand slashed straight at the mutant monk's neck.
With this sword, Lu Fan directly exhausted all his strength, without holding back a single bit of his hand.
The majesty and coercion of the early days of Mahayana also completely broke out at this moment.
The white-haired old man, who was originally full of joy, suddenly widened his eyes when he felt the aura of cultivation that erupted from Lu Fan, and a ghost-like look appeared on his face.
"In the early days of Mahayana..."
At the same time as he exclaimed, the hope that had just risen in his heart was instantly shattered.
Originally, he thought that Lu Fan should be a strong Sanxian like him.
After all, he is not a strong Sanxian, and he dare not join in such a battle.
After all, even himself, the fifth level of the Loose Immortal, is no match for this mutant monk, let alone one under the Loose Immortal.
And the person who dares to threaten himself to make the oath of heaven at this time is definitely not a simple person.
But he never thought that the savior he tried his best to exchange would be a Mahayana monk, and it was still in the early stage of Mahayana.
Even the majestic Sanxian himself was forced to make an oath to ask for help, and even a small Mahayana early stage might not be enough to slap this mutant monk to death.
Just when Zuo Qiufei was in despair, the silver dragon sword in Lu Fan's hand chopped on the mutant monk's neck.
Ding!
He only heard a piercing sound of gold and iron colliding, and Lu Fan only felt a shock force coming from the Silver Dragon Sword.
And Lu Fan was also forced to retreat seven or eight steps because of this shock force.
Seeing this scene, Zuo Qiufei, who was already desperate, became even more desperate.
It’s over.
Completely screwed.
Since it is clear that you want to let yourself die, why give yourself hope and then shatter it.
The aggrievedness in his heart at this moment cannot be expressed in words.
And this mutated cultivator at the Sanxian level also gave up attacking Zuo Qiufei at this moment, and suddenly looked at Lu Fan with his cold eyes.
Only then did Lu Fan see clearly that the eyes of this mutant monk were obviously different from those of the mutant monk he killed.
The eyes of the mutant monk killed by him were completely off-white, without pupils.
But the pupils of this mutant monk are gray, and the rest of the area is weirdly black.
In addition, there are strange runes in the eyes of this mutant monk, which looks very strange.
Just when Lu Fan was looking at the mutant monk, the mutant monk said in a cold voice:
"Trespassing in the forbidden place of the god of death, surrender can save you from death!"
Looking at the mutant monk who asked him to surrender, a flash of surprise flashed in Lu Fan's eyes.
It seems that my guess is correct. Although this mutant monk has been controlled, the wisdom he should have has not been erased.
And the mutant monks he killed had no intelligence at all, and they were not much different from those dead creatures.
In comparison, such mutant monks are obviously much more difficult to deal with.
After these thoughts flashed by quickly, Lu Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense, and with a flash, he swung his sword and slashed at the mutant monk again.
Facing the chopped silver dragon sword, the mutated monk said with awe-inspiring killing intent:
"Those who refuse to surrender will be killed without mercy!"
When the murderous words fell, the mutant monk directly grabbed the silver dragon sword with his palm.
Under Lu Fan's shocked gaze, the mutated monk directly grabbed the silver dragon sword that he struck with all his might.
"So strong!"
At this moment, Lu Fan felt how difficult this guy was.
Not only does he have the cultivation base of a Sanxian, but also his body is so frighteningly hard that even the Silver Dragon Sword can't hurt him at all.
Even the mutant monk's neck is extremely hard, it is not comparable to the two mutant monks he beheaded.
Lu Fan twitched hard, trying to pull out the Silver Dragon Sword.
However, the Silver Dragon Sword did not move at all, as if it was fixed.
Zuo Qiufei, who was beside him, saw this scene and suddenly laughed miserably in despair.
"Hahaha...die, let's die together, boy, you dare to deceive this old man, you really deserve to die..."
At this moment Zuo Qiufei had completely given up, and started to mock Lu Fan directly.
It was Lu Fan who gave him hope, and then shattered his hope.
So at this moment, his hatred for Lu Fan is deeper than his hatred for this mutant monk.
He would rather be killed by this mutant cultivator directly, and he doesn't want to be extinguished after his hope is ignited, and then be killed.
This kind of pain of shattered hope is much more uncomfortable than killing him directly.
Seeing that this guy was still talking sarcasticly at this time, Lu Fan was immediately speechless.
This guy really has a vicious tongue, and he can't bear his temper. In addition, he has a dog's eyes and sees people as inferior.
I feel that I am an early Mahayana cultivator, but I can't help this mutant monk.
Thinking of this, Lu Fan yelled angrily: "If you don't want to die, just shut up and watch from the sidelines. If you dare to talk nonsense, I will kill you first."
After the cold shout fell, Lu Fan directly urged the system to put away the Silver Dragon Sword.
In an instant, the Silver Dragon Sword disappeared out of thin air, and Lu Fan also took this opportunity to retreat backwards.
After retreating more than [-] meters in succession, Lu Fan stood still and looked at the mutant monk of the Sanxian level with eyes full of fighting spirit.
This guy in front of him is a life and death threat to others, but to him, this guy is a very good partner.
Although he had fought with Sun Kun and Guan Yicheng before, the fighting power of those two guys was still too low to allow him to fight to the fullest.
But the mutant monk in front of him is different.
Not only the cultivation base of Sanxian, but also the physical body is terrifying, and he doesn't know how tired he is.
Such a top sparring partner usually has no chance to find it, but now that I have met it, I have to seize the opportunity.
Zuo Qiufei on the side was still a little annoyed after being reprimanded coldly by Lu Fan.
But after seeing the silver dragon sword disappearing out of thin air and Lu Fan looking at the mutated monk with extremely excited eyes, he couldn't help feeling puzzled.
Where does a small early Mahayana monk find the courage to face an incomparably powerful Sanxian mutant monk?
Even himself, the fifth-layer loose immortal, was almost killed. Could it be possible that he could kill this mutant monk in the early stage of Mahayana?
Just when Zuo Qiufei was extremely puzzled, the mutated cultivator at the Sanxian level let out a low growl and rushed towards Lu Fan.
The terrifying murderous aura and evil aura mixed with the aura of the Sanxian powerhouse swept towards Lu Fan at the same time.
The incomparably terrifying multiple auras and coercion were like ten thousand zhang ocean waves, as if they were going to shoot Lu Fan to death directly.
And Lu Fan looked at the mutated Sanxian cultivator rushing towards him, and his backlog of fighting spirit broke out completely.
"Hahahaha... well done!"
With a wild laugh of fighting spirit, the Huangji sword appeared in his hand, and Lu Fan's figure also disappeared in place...
