Underworld exchange group

Chapter 1225
"Boom!" Zhang Fan snorted coldly, so what if he guessed, the disciples of the Taiwei Sect could travel through time and space, and he slashed out again with a single palm. Run over the void, forcefully open a hole, powerful enough to crush everything.

"Humph!"

The saint didn't care, as he waved his hands, he brought up the energy of the heaven and the earth, the white clouds in the sky surged, the ground veins twitched, and the whole world changed because of him. He seemed to represent the will of God and wanted to suppress everything.

The two go to war!
There is no need to talk nonsense about the enmity between the two, Zhang Fan's fighting spirit is overwhelming, in the ancient times you were a saint, I was the ancestor, and I sent you to the next level, now, they are the same, so why are you still afraid of you?

Zhang Fan's combat power exploded to the extreme, with a punch, a kick, a bump, and a swing...all of them showed his superb combat skills, as well as his ambition, without fear.

"You want to go back to the past and find your lost holy place. Dreaming, you have to know that I come from the future. I tell you that there will be no saints in the future. The era of saints is ending. All saints will die, including you, and you will die too. Come to your senses." Zhang Fan roared while fighting wildly.

"Bullshit."

The sage knew that Zhang Fan wanted to use words to influence him, his eyes were impassive, and his whole mind was immersed in the vast world, the sky was untouched, the earth was boundless, and his power was boundless.

"Boy of later generations, if you want to fight against this sage, it's still too early. You have too little reverence for the sage. After all, it will be difficult to achieve great things. The fall is in front of you. You haven't woken up yet, when will you wait?"

The saint grabbed it casually, and he grasped the power of heaven and earth in his hand, condensing it into a long sword, "Aren't you a swordsman?"

"Do you know this is He Jian?"

Tear!

The sword roared across the universe, and the sword energy spread vertically and horizontally, and the sky was filled with shining sword light. When it fell, a white streak of light was left in the midair, like a fighter jet flying high in the sky.

"Tiangang Disha Sword, the fourth of the Hundred Swords."

"die!"

The saint's long sword struck, Zhang Fan's gray hair scattered, his qi and blood surged, the ghost scales on his face and neck became more obvious, and the bright black light also rushed out, countless sky wheels lit up all over his body, and all his Power is injected into the sword.

"Tianlun Ghost Dao Sword!"

He originally wanted to use the disintegration of the sky ghost, but he didn't expect that the ghost ancestor's body was too powerful to disintegrate, and the blood of the ghost ancestor in his brain was stimulated to form the sky wheel.

"It's useless, the power of this saint is beyond what you can imagine." He has stayed on the throne of a saint for so many years, prying into countless mysteries of the world.

"Come again!"

After being blocked by Zhang Fan, the saint made another sword strike, the light flashed, and the sword became faster and stronger, forcing Zhang Fan to retreat steadily.

Every time Zhang Fan blocked a sword, he felt that the whole planet was pressed down. The force, like gravity, pressed him very uncomfortable. No matter how he tried to get rid of it, he was always under this world.

And under this world, the sage is the ruler, and to be an enemy of him is to be an enemy of the world.

This is a sage, even if his throne is lost and his power is gone, the knowledge he has acquired will not be lost.

"Tear!"

The sage showed no mercy, and made several strikes one after another, each of his strikes moved the heaven and the earth.

For a moment, Zhang Fan felt that the world was about to unite and return to chaos.

"Admit defeat, losing to a saint is not a shame."

The sage Ling Tian despises all living beings.His eyes are like the vast sky, his testimonies are like the laws of heaven, and his killing intent is like a catastrophe coming.

"Beat me!"

Zhang Fan laughed loudly: "It's up to you?"

"You are no longer a saint!"

There are [-] words in my heart, but I can't beat it. However, we are not good at martial arts, and we use words, "Wait, wait, don't you want to go back to the past?"

"I can help you!"

The saint's sword hung there in the air.

"What, what did you say?"

The saint couldn't believe his ears, his enemy, was willing to help him go back to the past and restore his lost saint position.

The coffin maker shouted: "No, absolutely not. It's hard to get to this point, absolutely not."

Zhang Fan said helplessly: "But I can't beat him, so let him kill you?"

The coffin maker said: "I would rather die!"

The saint shook his hand suddenly, and the coffin maker flew out and fell heavily on the ground: "If you say one more nonsense, I will kill you, Zhang Fan, you are fine, are you really willing to help me go back to the past? "

"Of course, with your sage's IQ, can I fool you?" Zhang Fan said, "But I also have one condition. It is not an easy task to go back in time and space. You will not let me give it away for nothing. You go there."

The sage was patient: "What do you want?"

Zhang Fan said: "The most valuable thing you have is the gourd you got when you became a saint, and the other is the heavenly sword in your hand. Of course I can't take the gourd, and you won't give it if you want it. I have a destiny."

The saint's expression was strange: "You want my sword?"

In other words, he was able to suppress Zhang Fan now, to a large extent, because of the fourth-ranked Tiangang Disha Yi Sword.

It's like the other party points a gun at you and threatens you to take him back to the past. You say I can help you go back to the past, but you give me the gun.

How dare you speak, shameless enough.

Zhang Fan said, "What? Don't you give it?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Forget it, then I'm leaving, you can do whatever you like, but if you want to take me down, you may not be able to catch up."

Although the saint is slightly stronger than Zhang Fan, he is not strong enough to crush Zhang Fan. If Zhang Fan really wants to leave, especially since he is still a disciple of the Taiwei Sect, he is not only fast, but also able to travel through time and space. If he really wants to escape, go Where to catch him?
"Okay, I promise you!"

The saint wanted to regain his holy position, and planned to fight, "You are also a strong man in the world now, Emperor of the Underworld of Jiuyou, I believe that you will not be a rascal."

After finishing speaking, he actually threw the sword to Zhang Fan.

"What's the use of a sword, cut off your sword body too." Zhang Fan said holding the sword.

The saint frowned and did as he did, cutting off the connection between Tianjian and himself.

The light on the Heavenly Sword suddenly dimmed, and became unadorned.

"Hahaha... Saint, you are too naive, you are really more deceitful than a three-year-old child." Zhang Fan laughed.

The expression on the saint's face froze all of a sudden: "Do you want to go back on your word?"

"What do you think? Hahaha..."

The saint's face turned green for a while, then paled for a while, "Zhang Fan, you dare to play tricks on me, do you think I can't do anything to you with a sword?"

"Don't forget, I still have a gourd."

Zhang Fan's laughter stopped abruptly, and he started coughing for a while. It was obviously too early to be complacent. Therefore, being a villain must not be complacent, or he will be reversed in minutes.

"Are you kidding, am I that kind of person?"

Obviously it is.

Zhang Fan said: "What I said was a mouthful of spit and nails."

The sage was dubious, and looked at Zhang Fan vigilantly, Zhang Fan said, "Don't be nervous, I'll take you back to the past, by the way, clean up everything that needs to be packed, and take everything that needs to be packed."

The sage thumped in his heart, he had a very bad feeling, why did it sound like he had gone and never came back?

"I don't have anything to bring with me."

Zhang Fan persuaded earnestly: "It's better to bring it, especially some fun ones, which can pass the boring time."

"Ben Sheng said no."

Seeing that he was so determined, Zhang Fan shook his head, and kindly reminded you that you didn't listen. It would be really boring at that time, so forget it.Immediately, Zhang Fan's third eye slowly opened, and a beam of divine light shot forward, appearing like a mysterious projection.

The time node Zhang Fan chose was the moment when he was in Jiuyou, gathered in the ghost village, and chased and killed the little monk.

Seeing the familiar scene reappear in front of his eyes, the saint was excited.

"go in."

Zhang Fan said: "You are sure you don't want to wait for some fun things to pass the time."

The sage said, "No need!"

"Then go in." Zhang Fan mourned for him in his heart for several minutes. A saint doesn't know everything. For example, unless he has a third eye like him, the same time and space cannot appear. something.

Otherwise, I don't know how the pregnancy is going now?

"You're really ready to go back in time."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)