The Steward Demonic Emperor - 1288. Chapter 1288

Whoosh!

An old man who came out of nowhere, with a red beard, and a slightly red glow all over his body. His eyes were sharp, like a sword out of a sheath. He just glanced forward. Even the Dragon Emperor has a thousand swords to wear. The feeling of the heart.

Eyelids trembled lightly, and for the first time in history, Emperor Long became extremely dignified.

This person is not easy to mess with, just like a strong man from ancient times…

Boom boom boom!

At the same time, in the midst of a series of huge explosions, the rest of the corners also raised sand and dust, and the powerful momentum swept across the sky like a tornado.

Zhuo Fan led the cultivators who were pursuing the victory, but was suddenly forced to stagnate by this incomparable powerful aura, and immediately stopped, unconsciously emitting a shocking light in the depths of his eyes.

When the dust falls and everything becomes clear again, everyone’s eyes are greeted by seven powerful men, young or old, each with a dark edge, but exuding an extremely dangerous aura. .

It looks like a famous sword in a simple scabbard. It seems to be nothing, but when the sword shines, it will inevitably fall and burst, and blood will splash six feet, and the murder domain will be invisible!

Quasi-Emperor Realm!

Zhuo Fan’s complexion couldn’t help sinking, raising his eyes and glanced at the seven people, and his hands and feet were a little cold. He never expected that the holy mountain still hides seven quasi-emperor masters.

You know, this is at the same level as the Dragon Emperor. Although it is also the peak cultivation base of the Saint, it is completely different. Because these people are all comprehending the existence of the peak on their own avenues, and using their power, they are naturally different from the peak of the ordinary saints.

It’s just that according to the Dragon Emperor’s words, there shouldn’t be such an existence in the Seven Sacred Mountains? He has also been to the Sixth Sacred Mountain and never met such a master. Otherwise, his Long Xi Pill would not be easily thrown out.

But why at this critical moment, the holy mountain ran out of seven quasi emperors?

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Fan’s heart hesitated immediately. When the rest of the crowd saw this, they also stood still and did not dare to take a step forward.

The seven people in front of them seem to be very powerful, and they are not easy to mess with. As for those dragons and spirit beasts, they were even more born with perceptions, foreseeing the unusualness of the seven, and they all stopped, unwilling to step forward.

Suddenly, it was almost a one-sided coalition army, chasing the defeated Sacred Mountain disciple, but was suddenly stopped by seven mysterious masters, so scared to move, froze in place.

The disciples who were defeated heard that there was no movement behind them, and looked back, but they were also a little stunned, not knowing why.

Hey, is there such a master in our sacred mountain? Why don’t we know?

Suddenly, those people didn’t run away, they just stared at the weird scene in front of them blankly, waiting for the situation to develop.

“Father, the breath of these people is a bit familiar!” At this moment, Jian Tong quietly approached Zhuo Fan and murmured softly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and Zhuo Fan looked at it carefully and nodded lightly: “Yes, it is indeed familiar, as if…”

“It’s the breath of five divine swords!”

Suddenly, Dan Qingsheng, Murong Lie and others also leaned forward, looked at each other solemnly, and said leisurely: “We are all practicing with divine swords, and we are most familiar with this kind of aura. , Splitting the Sky, Burning the Sky, among these seven people, it seems that they are all here. But compared to us, they seem to be a deeper level. It is not the cultivation base, but the understanding of their own swordsmanship!”

Nodded at a fixed point, Jian Tong immediately followed: “Yes, judging from the feeling of my five swords in one, their control of their own swords has already entered the state of transformation, no wonder they have reached the quasi-emperor’s strength. Although my extinction swordsmanship You can also fight against it if you reach the quasi-emperor’s cultivation base. Unfortunately, it’s not the time yet. Daddy, should we withdraw first?”

“The point is, it’s not our decision to withdraw now!”

Gently narrowed his eyes, Zhuo Fan stared at the seven people on the opposite side. Jian Tong and others heard it, pondered a little, nodded clearly, and sighed inwardly.

That’s right, whether the war is truce or not is up to the strong. If it was said that their coalition forces could still control the development of the battle, then now that the seven quasi-emperors appeared, they would have nothing to do with them.

I just don’t know whether these seven quasi-emperors are from the holy mountain. What are they intending to stop in front of them? Help the holy mountain, or… third-party insertion?

For a while, everyone present became a little nervous…

boom!

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a loud noise, and a huge figure flew upside down and fell from the air, and immediately hit the ground, causing the mountain to shake.

When they looked intently, everyone was unconsciously surprised. This person is not someone else, it is their strongest master here, the Dragon Emperor is undoubtedly.

But at this moment, the dragon emperor looked a little embarrassed, shook the huge dragon head and stood up, there are already many colors on his body. Zhuo Fan and the others, who were familiar with swordsmanship, immediately recognized that the scar was not caused by anything else, but the sharpest sword scar.

call out!

A cracking sound came out again, and a red-haired, curly-bearded old man fell in front of everyone present. When Zhuo Fan and the others met, their heart sank again without realizing it.

Damn, another quasi emperor!

At the same time, the six mountain owners who had just fled from the wasteland also rushed back, their smiles almost turning into a daisy.

Now they have seen that these quasi emperor masters are here to help them. I really don’t know what good things they usually do, how many high incense they burned, and at such a critical moment, they can actually help such a peerless master from the sky. It is indeed a blessing for eight lifetimes, hahaha!

Roar!

With a roar, Long Di looked at the red-haired old man fiercely and shouted: “Who are you, why do you want to help these six old guys?”

Ignoring him, the red-haired old man raised his eyes, noncommittal, and stood side by side with the other seven masters, standing in a row like wooden people, blocking them in front of them, but said nothing.

Indifference, naked indifference!

Looking at all this, Zhuo Fan was suspicious, his eyes turned left and right, thinking about the solution.

Obviously, judging from the current appearance of these eight people, they are not going to be enemies, but they don’t want them to hunt down the people of the holy mountain. If they say this, it is possible for them to retreat completely.

After all, no one wants to compete with eight quasi emperors!

“Uh, Lord Longdi, I think we should…”

“No matter who you are, the grudge between the Dragon Race and the Holy Mountain is necessary today, and the six old men must die!” However, before Zhuo Fan’s persuasion was finished, the Dragon Emperor roared and flew up immediately. Rushed to the eight people: “The Dragon Clan children listen to my orders, tear them up, and those who block me will die!”

“Dragon Emperor, don’t!”

Zhuo Fan yelled, but he couldn’t stop him anymore.

The red-haired old man raised his eyes and looked at the huge figure rushing towards them lightly, and glanced at each other with the other seven people. They were all the same indifferent, without a trace of expression at all.

But the next moment, they all shot together.

But seeing huge saints emerge suddenly, each giant holding a strange long sword in his hand, or burning with flames, or icy cold, the red-haired old man’s hands are even more red. The dazzling, the blade buzzing, shook the entire sky.

Then, a flicker, in the incredible gaze of the Dragon Emperor, eight huge figures came to him together, surrounded him, and the sharp sword light flashed past like lightning.

Puff puff……

The huge dragon claws trembled slightly, and the dragon emperor’s huge eye pupils trembled fiercely. Among the electric light and flint, he did not have time to move, only to hear a muffled sound, the bright red blood was already steep. He spouted violently all over his body.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the dragon emperor’s entire dragon body was instantly torn apart and turned into blood clots. It’s just that some flesh and blood have been frozen into frost, and some have no blood, only the scorched black, attracting attention.

Seeing all this, everyone couldn’t help being stunned.

How can this be?

This is the dragon emperor, the strongest quasi emperor of the dragon clan, unexpectedly someone else killed him in a second!

Only Zhuo Fan had already expected this ending, and his heart sank again. Although Dragon Emperor is a quasi-emperor, those eight people are also so powerful.

With the same strength, one opponent to eight is inherently the most dangerous thing.

In his opinion, the Dragon Emperor might have wanted to win by number, but it was a pity that he misunderstood these eight people. They are not ordinary quasi-emperors, but quasi-emperors trained by five sage soldiers.

After all, just like the disciples of the holy mountain, they were brought out by the sword emperor hand by hand, how can they be the same?

Therefore, at this moment, the Dragon Emperor was killed instantly. Snakes can’t do without a head, and when the Dragon Emperor dies, the rest of the Dragon Clan is a mob, no longer a threat!

Swish!

After the sword fell with their hands, the eight people fell in front of everyone again cleanly, putting away the saints, as if they had done nothing, their complexion was still calm.

After Dan Qingsheng stayed for a while, he looked at Zhuo Fan and nodded: “Sure enough, there are five types of swordsmanship!”

“Yeah, the ultimate of the five kendos!” With a long sigh, Zhuo Fan sighed unconsciously: “If the undefeated Sword Master comes here, it is estimated that he has cultivated to the extreme, it will be like this. Grandma, a bear, Eight undefeated sword masters stand in the way, it hurts!”

The rest of the Luo family listened to it, and kept nodding their heads, with deep conviction.

Back then, at the Fan-level, an undefeated Sword Master was already invincible in the world. Although this is a sanctuary, the undefeated Sword Sovereign is still the undefeated Sword Sovereign.

They can be sure that even if they have cultivated to the quasi-emperor’s strength, they may not have these eight strong men. This is the difference between evildoers and geniuses.

Obviously, they are just geniuses, and these eight people are the same as the Undefeated Sword Master, a peerless evildoer who hasn’t appeared in hundreds of thousands of years, and they are not comparable to them.

After all, the facts are in front of you, the same kendo, different people practice, but the strength is different.

Thinking of this, Dan Qingsheng and the others looked at the eight people again, and they couldn’t help but clenched their fists.

These eight are the pinnacles of their swordsmanship, and they are also the goals they must surpass…