Chapter 258: Are you worthy of my sword?

Chapter Two, Five and Eight Are you worthy of my sword?

"Comparing swords, the emperor has never lost!" Xue Yulong looked proud. Although the imperial city top ten shows ranked third, he has never really fought against Yingfeng and Lou Aotian.

In the real fight, Xue Yulong thought he would not lose to anyone.

"Really? It's a mule or a horse, and you'll know when you come out!" Xiao Fan's expression has never been calm before, but his heart is already moved with murder.

Xue Yulong wanted to put him to death many times. If it wasn't for good luck, he might have died several times.

Of course, this was not the main reason why Xiao Fan wanted to kill Xue Yulong. First, Xiao Fan and Fatty agreed to fight Xue Yuxuan for a world. The man's promise must be fulfilled.

Judging from the current situation, Xue Yulong is not dead, and Xue Yuxuan will never become Xueyue Emperor.

Secondly, if Xue Yulong is alive, Dayan will never be at peace, and even this will affect the entire Xiao family. With his current strength, it is not enough to protect the Xiao family. This is the most important reason why he wants to kill Xue Yulong. .

"The snow sea is boundless!"

Xue Yulong finally made a move. The white sword energy flickered in the sky, like snowflakes fluttering, covering every corner, and countless sword energy flew towards Xiao Fan from all directions.

"Seventh-Rank Sword Art, Xueyue Thirteen Swords! It is a secret that the royal family does not pass on. It is said that the ancestors of the Xue family have realized it on a Xueyue night. There are 13 swords in total. One sword is faster than one, and one is stronger. After one sword, it’s a pity that there are only twelve swords left."

"You are talking about the Xueyue Thirteen Swords in the past. Now the Xueyue Thirteen Swords of the Xue family is only a sixth-grade sword art. Every move has lost its original artistic conception."

"Even the Sixth Rank Sword Art is very powerful, Xiao Fan may not be able to resist it, I hope he will not hurt the princess in a rage."

Several powerful warlords of the Sword Dynasty talked in a low voice, staring at Xue Yulong with scorching eyes. They were all sword lovers. Seeing Xiao Fan and Xue Yulong taking action, they couldn't help but comment.

Xiao Fan stood with a sword in his hand, his eyes trembling, as if he had branded every movement of Xue Yulong in his mind, his feet changed a lot, and his ethereal movements were fully displayed by him.

Puff puff!

Snow flakes and sword auras fought, and the void made a burst of sonic booms, and the turbulent spirit power turned into hurricanes and swept all over.

"Continue!" Xiao Fan's indifferent voice sounded, his robes floated, intact, as if all the sword qi had touched the corners of his clothes.

Xue Yulong's face was green and murderous, and the void changed again, and the snow was still flying, but the snowflake sword aura disappeared, replaced by a bright white sword light, and the cold air freezes human bones.

Xiao Fan stood there calmly, one person, one sword, fearless and fearless.

The cold wind shook his thick black hair, and his firm, stern face revealed a frivolous and unruly temperament.

When the white sword light pierced, Xiao Fan suddenly raised his right hand slowly, stretched out two fingers, and pointed towards the sword light.

"Is he looking for death?" The crowd trembled, and they were startled by Xiao Fan's move!

Dealing with such a domineering and aggressive sword mang with one hand is simply looking for death!

A smile also appeared at the corner of Xue Yulong's mouth. He began to practice Xueyue Thirteen Swords since he was a child, and he has already acquired the essence of Xueyue Thirteen Swords, and even Xue Yue never stopped admiring it.

This sword is enough to kill the early stage of the King of War, how can Xiao Fan's **** be able to block it?

It was as if people saw Xiao Fan's palm being chopped off, blood splattered and screamed endlessly.

However, what disappointed them was that those **** were like a copper wall and an iron wall, firmly pinching the sharp sword light, and gently pinching it, the sword light exploded, turning into countless sharp blades and flying out.

The crowd looked at Xiao Fan dumbfounded, with an unbelievable expression.

Xue Yulong's heart trembled violently, looking at Xiao Fan's proud figure, for some reason, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Tianxue Feihong!"

"Snow drifts like silk!"

"The wind returns to the snow!"

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A roar came from Xue Yulong's mouth. His sword skills became more and more fierce, but also more and more messy. Sword lights cut through the sky, whistling beside Xiao Fan.

"Xue Yulong is defeated!"

"It's more than defeated. You can't even touch Xiao Fan's clothes. They are both in the King of War Stage. Why is there such a big gap?"

"You haven't noticed that Xiao Fan hasn't even made a sword until now?"

Seeing this scene, a few members of the Sword Dynasty shook their heads secretly, while the others held their breath and looked around guardingly, and then scanned the battle between the two.

The faces of Guo Shichen, Fu Bo and others were shocked, but they were more gratified. Xiao Fan’s understanding of kendo has reached a new level, which is no longer comparable to the same level. Ten Snow Jade Dragons may not be It is Xiao Fan's opponent.

"Xueyue Fenghua, cut!" Xue Yulong's previous arrogance disappeared completely, and some were just a hideous, he just wanted Xiao Fan to die.

Above his head, a three-foot-old giant wolf appeared. The white hair was as holy as snow, exuding a kind of arrogance. She looked down below, like a peerless king, ignoring everything.

The seventh-rank battle soul Xiaoyue Sirius!

As Xueyulong's sword pierced out, countless white sword glows appeared in the void in vain. The sword glows were connected end to end, layered on top of each other, and snowflakes were flying, like a dancing fairy of Xueyue.

In an instant, those countless sword lights condensed into an ice crystal sword, and shot towards Xiao Fan, leaving behind shadows in the void, as if it could split the sky.

Countless sharp swords shuttled through the void. Xiao Fan stepped on the ethereal footsteps and kept dodge. The void was full of his afterimages. After a while, Xiao Fan retreated like a swallow. He flicked a little, that countless white sword lights. Explode.

At this moment, Xue Yulong suddenly leaped high, and the sixth-rank body technique vertical ladder made his speed reach a terrifying level. Xiaoyue Sirius roared, and his sharp claws stepped towards Xiao Fan's chest.

"boom!"

At that critical moment, Xiao Fan also used a vertical cloud ladder, carrying a ghost war spirit up against the sky, his fingertips bloomed with a sharp light, like a real divine sword.

Cang!

The sword light shattered the sword in Xue Yulong's hand, and blood poured down through his shoulders. On the other hand, the ghost war soul and Xiaoyue Sirius fought together and bit each other.

With a bang, Xue Yulong slammed on the ground fiercely, flew more than a dozen meters before stopping, blood spurting in his mouth, and churning endlessly.

"Impossible, how could you be so strong!" Xue Yulong grinned, his hair danced wildly, blood spurted from his mouth, and said unwillingly: "Why don't you use a sword?"

"Why?" Xiao Fan looked at Xue Yulong amusedly, and said indifferently: "Do you think you are worthy of my sword?"

Are you worthy of my sword?

Xiao Fan's voice was not loud, but it was not small, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

If it were before, people would definitely think that Xiao Fan was too arrogant and arrogant, but when they saw it today, they just couldn't say a word.

Can someone who can't even touch Xiao Fan's clothes be worthy of his sword?

Obviously not!

These words, like a peerless sharp blade inserted into Xue Yulong's chest fiercely, destroyed his arrogance and destroyed his invincible aura!

What is the third in the top ten in the Imperial City, in Xiao Fan's eyes, is simply a joke.

"No, I'm the strongest!" Xue Yulong roared up to the sky, his body burning with turbulent weather, and his momentum continued to rise. He looked at Xiao Fan ferociously and roared: "I want you to die!"