In the sky, Xuanluo and the old man in black, the old man in green and the old man in white fought against each other, while below, Xiao Fan fought with the old man in purple!

The old man in purple was the one with the highest status among the four Ten Thousand Sword Sect elders, and he was also the most powerful, his swordsmanship and his power surpassed Li Changqing by ten times.

It's just that when he slashed with a sword, although the cold light appeared, the mountains and rivers were broken, the sun and the moon were discolored, and the power was terrifying, but when the sword disappeared, the explosion stopped, and the smoke and dust dispersed, Xiao Fan still stood in place unharmed, not moving!

And seeing this scene, the purple-clothed old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and the attacks of his subordinates suddenly stagnated!

The purple-clothed old man was immersed in one of the swords, and he didn't know how many years he had been immersed in the sword, and he couldn't know how powerful his sword was, but now, Xiao Fan completely ignored his sword, as if the sword he had just now was not standing on him at all, and its weirdness was beyond imagination. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You, you don't know the sword at all!" Xiao Fan opened his mouth at this time, looked at the old man in purple and shook his head in a flat tone and said.

"What did you say?" The purple-clothed old man's voice changed suddenly, staring at Xiao Fan deadly, and said in a deep voice.

But after Xiao Fan only said this sentence, he didn't say anything more, his expression was silent, his dark eyes were like an abyss, and he suddenly raised his hand, and the blood-colored long sword in his hand made of the Blood Spirit Soul Slashing Knife was constantly trembling, and the extremely crisp sound of sword groaning also continued to sound.

"Chop!" Xiao Fan spat lightly in his mouth, his voice was not loud, but it was like a sudden thunderclap, which exploded in the air and scattered the clouds.

As soon as the words fell, a blood-colored cold light burst out from the blood-colored sword in Xiao Fan's hand, and in an instant, the world was dyed into the purest blood-red color.

Then in this blood-red color, a blood-colored sword that was extremely scarlet became the only one, it suddenly tore through the air, and the cold light reflected Kyushu, like a sword of a god, obliterating the old man in purple.

The purple-clothed old man's heart shook violently, and there was immediately an extra style in his hand with an incomparable sense of dignity, the whole body of golden light was scattered, and the golden sword was flowing endlessly, and he let out a low cry in his mouth, and the golden long sword also bloomed with a dazzling golden light like the sun, cutting through the air, and Xiao Fan's blood-colored long sword collided head-on.

The Sword of the King, the former First Town Sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!

When the Ten Thousand Swords Sect collapsed, the King's Sword did not appear, it disappeared without a trace, and it is said that it was taken away by the people who saw the bad situation of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, leaving it to shock the world again on the day of the restoration!

But there are also other theories, saying that the King's Sword was not at all defeated by the great force in Zhongzhou, and was forcibly shattered, and completely ceased to exist.

Now it seems that the first statement is the truth, the king's sword was indeed hidden by the legacy of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and now it is in the hands of the old man in purple, and in the face of Xiao Fan's sword, the old man in purple has a big alarm in his heart, and he doesn't dare to hold it up anymore, and sacrifices the king's sword.

"Boom!"

Xiao Fan's blood-colored long sword and the sword of the King of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect collided suddenly, and in an instant, the blood and golden rays continued to converge, and the terrifying explosion rolled up a monstrous wave of qi, just like a thousand-foot high wall of substantial qi, rapidly blasting in all directions, everywhere it went, everything was ruthlessly crushed and shattered, completely bulldozed away!

In the sky, Xuanluo and the old man in black were also shocked by this blow, and then the four of them immediately separated, each standing sideways in the air, trying their best to resist the terrifying aftermath caused by this blow!

And in the distance, the people who couldn't see anything changed suddenly again in the field, such a big wave of qi swept over, and everywhere they passed, everything was shattered, and suddenly they were frightened one by one, and they screamed in panic and horror in their mouths, and immediately turned around and fled, and fled frantically into the distance, only hating their parents for giving birth to a leg for themselves.

After a few breaths, although the qi waves in the distance were still sweeping in all directions, the field had calmed down, Xiao Fan was standing quietly with a blood-colored sword in his hand, and the old man in purple was also holding the king's sword, also standing quietly.

However, although the two of them are standing quietly, there is still a difference, Xiao Fan's stillness is the stillness of immovability, the stillness that goes deep into the soul, like a towering mountain, immovable.

The silence of the old man in purple is forcibly maintained quiet, which seems to be quiet, but in fact, it falls down as soon as it is pushed, and under the surface of silence, there is a turbulent wave that cannot be concealed.

In the sky, the old man in black, the old man in green and the old man in white also had their pupils constricted, staring at Xiao Fan deadly, his breathing was suddenly heavy like a blast, and his face was shaking uncontrollably.

Xiao Fan's sword gave them an unparalleled shock!

The old man in purple is already the best among the giants, and the six changes in one have completed the first three changes in one, and only the fourth change in one is to be carried out.

Coupled with the sword of the Divine Soldier King of the First Town Sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in his hand, the old man in purple was fearless against the first person in Qingyun Xiazhou today.

But now, Xiao Fan is on a par with him, and even faintly has the upper hand, all of this, like a stormy wave, surging in the hearts of the four old men in purple.

Xiao Fan's strength is beyond their imagination!

"What I said before, do you believe it now?" Xuanluo looked at the old man in Tsing Yi at this time, and said leisurely, "It's all said, his horror is beyond anyone's imagination, in front of him, no matter what hole cards you have, and who you are, they are all destined to be crushed!"

"And the four of us are not protecting him, we are listening to him and doing things for him!"

"I kindly told you the truth before, but you refused to believe it, and now what?

Listening to Xuanluo's voice, the old man in Tsing Yi didn't say a word, his face was ugly, and he stood in the air, his body trembling slightly.

"You, what kind of swordsmanship is this?" The old man in purple spoke, his eyes looked at Xiao Fan without blinking, his voice suddenly became hoarse, and he said out loud.

"You should be able to see it, ten thousand swords are one, the ninth level, the sword is cold in Kyushu!" Xiao Fan spoke, his voice was ancient and unwavering, and his tone was flat.

"Impossible, I've studied the Ten Thousand Swords Convergence Technique for a whole thousand years, and I know all the mysteries of it, and its ninth layer is definitely not like this, absolutely not!"

"That's why I said, you don't know swords at all!" Xiao Fan spoke, his tone still plain.