Chapter 487

Because Xiao Xiaofan knew in his heart: as long as An Qiao was enraged, then beheading her would definitely be a very easy and simple matter.

Because once a person falls into a state of rage, she will lose her rational judgment, thus greatly weakening her combat effectiveness.

Although An Qiaoxi is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, this is the first time she has heard that someone dares to judge her for her mere strength.

This made An Qiaoji fall into rage all of a sudden, her eyes almost burst into flames as she stared at Xiao Xiaofan and said every word.

"Sharp-mouthed guy, I don't know what kind of magic you used to defeat my attack. But you... will definitely die today."

An Qiao let out a loud roar, then slapped the storage ring, and a fiery red long sword appeared in her hand.

"This sword is named Zhanyang Sword. It is a low-grade spiritual weapon. It was created with a drop of phoenix blood added. Its power is not weaker than ordinary middle-level spiritual weapons."

An Qiaoji proudly raised the Zhanyang Sword in her hand and said, in her heart: as soon as this Zhanyang Sword appears, then Xiao Xiaofan will definitely kneel down and beg for mercy.

Because she believed that the Zhanyang sword would definitely be much better than Xiao Xiaofan's weapon, and in this way, it would severely hit Xiao Xiaofan's self-confidence.

"Hehe, compared to a middle-grade spirit weapon, it is not as good as a middle-grade spirit weapon. It is really a piece of rubbish."

Seeing the low-grade spiritual tool Zhanyang Sword in An Qiaoji's hands, Xiao Xiaofan couldn't help but said with a smile.

In Xiao Xiaofan's mind: the Weeping Blood Blade, a middle-grade spiritual weapon, could no longer keep up with his progress.

As for the low-grade spiritual weapon Zhanyang Sword, it is no different from scrap copper and iron.

An Qiaoji was choked by Xiao Xiaofan's words, she pointed the tip of Zhanyang Sword at Xiao Xiaofan and said.

"You... you... what grade of weapon do you have? I don't believe that you can take out a weapon that is more powerful than the Zhanyang Sword."

When Xiao Xiaofan heard An Qiaoxi's words, he slapped the storage ring calmly, and the Blood Weeping Blade was instantly held in his hand.

As soon as the Weeping Blood Blade appeared, the dazzling red light instantly suppressed the light of the Zhanyang Sword.

"This...you...the sword in your hand is actually a middle-grade spiritual weapon? This...how is this possible?"

An Qiaoji said with a shocked expression on his face.

The appearance of the Weeping Blood Blade made her feel dizzy for a while. She really couldn't understand why a Taoist in the mid-Yuanying stage would have a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

Could it be that the middle-grade spiritual artifacts in this world are worthless?

However, An Qiao's shock quickly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a look of greed.

She fixed her eyes on the Weeping Blood Blade and laughed loudly.

"Boy, you actually have such a peerless magic weapon. It's too wronged for it to follow you, let this Dao Lord spread its reputation!"

"Meteor Magic Moon Slash..."

An Qiao let out a loud roar, the zhenqi in her dantian circulated crazily on the Zhanyang sword, and then swung the sword towards Xiao Xiaofan violently.

Following An Qiaoji's full swing of the sword, in an instant, an extremely fierce sword qi slashed towards Xiao Xiaofan.

"Qinglian Sword Song..."

With a wave of the Weeping Blood Blade in Xiao Xiaofan's hand, Li Bai's big move Qinglian Jiange was used.

After all, among all the sword skills he has learned, Qinglian Sword Song is the most powerful.

In the face of An Qiaoji's full blow, he also has to go all out! ! !
(End of this chapter)

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