In the sky, Xuan Luo, the black-robed old man, the green-robed old man, and the white-robed old man were fighting. Below them, Xiao Fan was fighting the purple-robed old man!
The purple-robed old man was the one with the highest status among the four old men of the Myriad Sword Sect. At the same time, he was also the strongest. His swordsmanship and power were more than ten times stronger than Li Zhangqing's.
However, when his sword slashed down, a cold light flashed, the mountains and rivers were cut in half, and the sun and moon lost their color. Its power was terrifying and boundless. However, when the sword light disappeared, the explosion stopped, and the dust dispersed. Xiao Fan was still standing on the same spot, unharmed. He didn't move at all!
Seeing this, the purple-robed old man's pupils suddenly shrank. His attack also paused!
The purple-robed old man had been immersed in the way of the sword for who knows how many years. He was very clear about the power of his sword. However, now, Xiao Fan had completely ignored his sword. It was as if the sword didn't even stand on his body. The strangeness of this was beyond imagination.
"You don't understand the way of the sword!" Xiao Fan said at this moment. He looked at the purple-robed old man and shook his head.
"What did you say?" The purple-robed old man's voice suddenly changed. He stared at Xiao Fan and said in a deep voice.
However, after that, Xiao Fan didn't say anything else. His expression was silent. His dark eyes were as deep as the abyss. He suddenly raised his hand. The blood-red sword transformed from the Blood Spirit Soul-slashing Saber in his hand constantly trembled. The extremely clear sound of the sword rang out continuously.
"Slash!" Xiao Fan said softly. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a sudden thunderclap. It exploded in the sky and scattered the clouds.
As soon as his voice fell, the blood-red sword in Xiao Fan's hand emitted a blood-red light that filled the sky. In an instant, the sky and earth were dyed in the purest blood-red color.
Then, in this blood-red color, an extremely scarlet sword light became the only thing. It suddenly tore through the air, and the cold light illuminated the Nine Provinces. It was like the sword of a god, and it was aimed at the purple-clothed old man.
The purple-clothed old man's heart trembled. Immediately, a golden longsword with an incomparable noble aura appeared in his hand. The golden longsword emitted a dazzling golden light like the sun. It cut through the air and collided head-on with Xiao Fan's blood-colored longsword.
The Sovereign King's Sword, the number one divine weapon of the Myriad Sword Sect!
When the Thousand Swords Sect was destroyed, the Sovereign King's Sword did not appear in the world. It had disappeared without a trace, and it was said that it was taken away by the descendants of the Thousand Swords Sect who saw that the situation was not good, and was waiting for the day when the sect was restored to shock the world again!
However, there were other sayings as well. It was said that the Sovereign King's Sword was not a match for the attack of the Middle State's great power, and was forcefully shattered, and completely ceased to exist.
Now, it seems that the first theory was the truth. The Sovereign King's Sword was indeed hidden by the descendants of the Thousand Swords Sect, and was now in the purple-clothed old man's hands. Facing Xiao Fan's sword, the purple-clothed old man's heart was alarmed. He did not dare to be careless, and took out the Sovereign King's Sword.
"Boom!"
Xiao Fan's blood-colored longsword and the Sovereign King's Sword of the Thousand Swords Sect collided. In an instant, the blood-colored light and the golden light continued to intertwine. The terrifying explosion rolled up a monstrous air wave, and it was like a thousand feet tall wall of air. It quickly blasted in all directions, and wherever it went, everything was mercilessly crushed and completely flattened!
In the sky, Xuan Luo, the black-clothed old man, and the other three were also shocked by this attack. Then, the four of them immediately separated, and each of them stood horizontally in the sky, using all their strength to resist the terrifying aftershock caused by this attack!
And in the distance, the crowd who could not see anything in the first place saw the scene change again. Such a huge air wave swept over, and wherever it passed, everything was crushed. Immediately, each of them were scared out of their wits. They screamed in panic and fear, and immediately turned to flee, madly fleeing into the distance. In their hearts, they only hated their parents for not giving them a leg to run.
After a few breaths, although the air wave in the distance was still sweeping in all directions, the scene had already calmed down. Xiao Fan stood still with the blood-colored longsword in his hand, and the purple-clothed old man also stood still with the Sovereign King's Sword in his hand.
However, even though the two of them were both standing there quietly, there was still a difference. Xiao Fan's calmness was a calmness that did not move in the slightest. It was a calmness that penetrated deep into one's soul.
The purple-clothed old man's stillness was a stillness that was forcefully maintained. It seemed to be stillness, but in reality, it would collapse with a push. Moreover, under the surface of stillness, there was an unconcealable storm that could not be concealed.
In the sky, the pupils of the black clothed old man, the green clothed old man and the white clothed old man also shrunk as they stared intently at Xiao Fan. Their breathing suddenly became heavy like a gust of wind and their faces could not stop trembling.
Xiao Fan's sword had given them an unparalleled shock!
The purple-clothed old man was already one of the best among the giants. He had already completed the first three of the Six Transformations perfectly, and only needed to complete the fourth transformation.
Coupled with the number one divine weapon of the Myriad Sword Sect, the Sovereign Sword, the purple-clothed old man had nothing to fear when facing the current number one person in the Qingyun Lower Continent, Akira Yuki.
But now, Xiao Fan was evenly matched with him. Xiao Fan even faintly held the upper hand. All of this was like a stormy sea that surged in the hearts of the purple-clothed old man and the other three.
Xiao Fan's strength was beyond their imagination!
"Do you believe what I said before now?" Xuan Luo glanced at the green-clothed old man and said leisurely, "I've already said that his terror is beyond anyone's imagination. In front of him, no matter what trump card you have, no matter who you are, you are destined to be crushed!"
"And the four of us are not his protectors. We are just following his orders and working for him!"
"Previously, I was kind enough to tell you the truth, but you refused to believe me. What about now? Do you still believe me? "
Hearing Xuan Luo's voice, the green-clothed old man did not say a word. His face was ugly as he stood in the air, and his body could not stop trembling slightly.
"You, what sword technique is this?" The purple-clothed old man opened his mouth and looked at Xiao Fan without blinking. His voice suddenly became hoarse as he asked.
"You should be able to see it. The Ten Thousand Swords Technique, Ninth Level, Sword Chill of the Nine States!" Xiao Fan opened his mouth and said in a calm voice.
"Impossible! I've studied the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One Technique for a thousand years. I'm very clear about all of its mysteries and transformations. The ninth stage is definitely not like this, definitely not!" The purple-robed old man suddenly shouted, his voice trembling non-stop!
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