C832 (2/2)
The soul shakes and breaks in an instant.
Yong'an's body twitches for a moment, and finally falls to the ground. His soul is gone.
”Stop it.”
Seeing Fang Chen's killing heart to Yong'an, when xingyin sword stabs out, Xuelian Wang roars. At the same time, his body flashes and comes to the arena.
But it's too late.
Disciple Yong an, dead.
”You, kill my apprentice, you deserve to die.”
Blood refining King eyes scarlet, angry way.
Xuanwang's realm is so powerful that it can't be compared with those in Zhenwu.
Fang Chen suddenly felt a burst of depression in his chest. His body was directly imprisoned and unable to move.
”Blood refining king, stop it.”
Xuanlao leaped forward and stood in front of Fang Chen and yelled loudly.
”How can I remain indifferent to this man's killing of my disciples?” The king of blood refining roared angrily.
”Blood refining king, this itself is a battle of life and death. Your disciple Yong'an was killed because of his poor strength. How can you blame the ancient sword?” Xuanlao said in a deep voice.
”Yong'an has given in.” Blood refining Wang Han's voice.
”The battle of life and death shall be based on the death of one party.” Xuanlaosi said without showing weakness.
The king of blood refining gazed at Fang Chen. If his eyes could kill people, Fang Chen would not have known how many times he had been killed by him.
”If I don't do something today, how can my blood refining king still stay in the burial sword state?” The blood refining king said darkly.
As soon as the voice fell, the whole body of the blood refining king was surging with the power of heaven and earth.
Seeing this, Xuan Lao also did not hesitate to move.
The battle between the two great xuanwangs attracted the attention of countless warriors.
Boom
There was a tremor in the whole arena.
The means of the powerful man in xuanwang's territory is not comparable to that of ordinary people.
Bang
The king of blood refining blows out a fist and hits xuanlao's body.
At the same time, xuanlao's fist also bombarded the blood refining king.
The whole arena was shaking.
At this time, a melodious voice came from the depths of the sword fighting field.
”This is the end of the matter.”
This melodious sound came, and instantly stabilized the restless situation of the sword fighting field.
Even xuanlao and the king of blood refining were quiet.
”Ancestor of sword fighting field?” The blood refining king thought to himself.
Just that breath, let him is a throb, in addition to the sword fighting field that ancestor, who else?
Rumor has it that the old ancestor, the deadline is coming, has been closed to seek a breakthrough.
Moreover, the strength of this ancestor is stronger than that of blood refining king.
Generally speaking, the xuanwang realm, which is about to arrive at the end of the time, is extremely capable and crazy. Generally, no one is afraid to start crazy.
No one knows what he will do.
”All back.” The voice came again.
The king of blood refining gave up. Looking at the situation, he couldn't kill the ancient sword today.
The king of blood refining glared at the ancient sword and said in a cold voice, ”boy, if you offend my blood refining king, you will regret it.”
With that, the blood refining king turned and left.
”Blood refining king, my one million Amethyst.”
Just at this time, fat man Li recalled and immediately cried out.
Just left the blood refining king, heard the fat man's shameless voice, is also a Zheng, immediately angry, a wave of his hand, immediately threw out a million Amethyst.
The fat man took a million Amethyst and laughed wildly.
There are many warriors around, some are sad and some like it.
Some martial artists are sighing to themselves that this time the king of blood refining lost his wife and broke his soldiers.
He not only lost one million Amethyst, but also got his apprentice and a five level blood puppet of Zhenwu realm. He lost a lot.
”Follow me.” Xuanlao takes Fang Chen and leaves the sword fighting field.
Li Pang, who laughs happily, is distributing Amethyst to everyone.
…………
Under the sword arena, in a luxurious palace.
An old man with a yellow face sat cross legged on a futon.
There was a trace of stillness in his body.
”Grandfather.” Xuanlao came here with Fang Chen.”Here it is.” After the ancestor said two words, he raised his head and looked at Fang Chen.
Being gazed at by the ancestor, Fang Chen feels that his secret seems to have been seen in his eyes.
After a long time, the grandfather said hoarsely, ”take out your token and show it to me.”
”Well?”
Fang Chen was surprised. Did the ancestor call him for the sword token?
Although very confused, but Fang Chen still is to take out.
The old ancestor's dry palm, after taking the token, carefully observed.
Fang Chen sees, the face of ancestor, expression changes ceaselessly.
Until finally, my grandfather suddenly laughed.
”Ha ha ha ha, after looking for so many years, I finally found it.” The voice of the ancestor is full of sadness.
”Lao Zu, are you ok?” Seeing this, he asked anxiously.
With the sword token in his hand, his dry face showed a long lost smile.
Then he looked at Fang Chen and said, ”where does this token come from?”
Fang Chen didn't hide it. He told his ancestors clearly how he got the tripod and two ear tripod, and then how he came to the burial sword state.
After hearing Fang Chen's story, the ancestor shook his head and said, ”back, finally back.”
At this moment, the sword token trembled.
”Grandfather, what's going on?” He asked, puzzled.
Fang Chen is also a little puzzled, but look at the appearance of the ancestor, we should know the head inside the tripod.