Crazy, naturally there is the capital to be crazy.

Below the Xuansheng realm, Fan Lang really doesn't care about it, so why use the Golden Yang Battle Lion. He didn't think it would be too troublesome for this foodie to come out.

The corner of the Xuanhuang swordsman's eyes twitched, and he felt despised and insulted.

Sometimes, it doesn't take too many words, just a truth can hurt people.

"Okay, even if you have the courage, then let's have a big fight!" The Xuanhuang swordsman's voice was sharp, and the straight knife in his hand was even more powerful, and the blade flashed with a terrifying coldness, making the heavens and the earth even colder.

"Then I'll make a move. Fan Lang stepped forward, and on a whim, he released three special treasures.

A sword, a mirror, and a jade pendant.

These three are the three national treasures of the Jokhang Kingdom!

After many days of refining, Fan Lang had already refined the three national treasures, and they were completely under his control.

To deal with those little feet, these high-level treasures are not needed at all, Fan Lang has not shown them in the past few days, only this battle is used to see.

As a native of the Jokhang Kingdom, the Xuanhuang Swordsman naturally recognized the three national treasures of his country, and said in surprise: "This is our national treasure, non-royal family can't use it, and you are not our royal family, how can you use them?"

"Little ban, what can I do? Today, I will use these three national treasures against you. Fan Lang said, took the initiative to attack, urged the three national treasures, and showed their abilities.

These three national treasures are crafted together, resonate with each other, and when used together, they can enhance the effect, which is better than using them alone.

The eight-foot divine jade first exerted its effect, forcibly plundering the Xuan Huang Daoke's body of the Xuan Divine Jade, and pulled his dantian into the air, turned into a streamer, and flew into the eight-foot divine jade.

Then Amaterasu Shuijian showed his might, reflecting the figure of the Xuanhuang swordsman.

Click!

The water-like mirror shattered, causing the Xuanhuang Swordsman's body to be wounded, and the wound was very deep, exactly the same as the crack on the mirror.

Just after the confrontation, the Xuanhuang swordsman suffered two big losses in a row.

These three national treasures are really powerful and can pose a great threat to Emperor Xuan.

The Xuanhuang swordsman spat out blood, turned his heart horizontally, and fought back strongly, one person and one knife in the air, forming a hollow-breaking sword qi, splitting the space, and forming an obvious sense of dislocation.

Fan Lang controls the Ten Feathers Sword of Tianxin, this sword is the sword of thought, it has no substance, it looks vague, and it seems to be nothing.

He tracks the enemy's location, no matter how fast he is, and he never escapes his sight.

The sword qi in mid-air slashed through the sky, and suddenly killed Fan Lang, the attack was fast and fierce, and the power of two thousand acupuncture points exploded.

This number of acupuncture points, placed in the Xuan Emperor, is already a lot.

Fan Lang came first, urging the Ten Feathers Sword of Tianxin, scattering pieces of vague feathers all the way, and directly facing the attacking Xuanhuang swordsman.

Burst!

The Ten Feathers Sword of Tianxin pierced through the Xuanhuang Swordsman, causing his ** in the sea of consciousness to be shattered, forming a huge hole.

"Ahh

The Xuanhuang swordsman was in severe pain and screamed miserably, and the offensive in his hand was inevitably affected.

Fan Lang fell into the well, threw a kick, and shot down the Xuanhuang swordsman from top to bottom, smashing it heavily on the ground.

There was a boom, and the ground was dented.

The Xuanhuang swordsman stood up stiffly, holding a straight knife in his hand, trembling slightly. He had heard of many of Fan Lang's achievements, and those records were terrifying, and it turned out that the rumors were true, and Fan Lang was indeed terrifying.

He doesn't have much chance, and if he wants to win, he can only give it a go, and see if God rewards his face.

Kill the sword!

The Xuanhuang swordsman opened all the acupuncture points on his body, and performed the strongest move, and the man and the sword became one, entering a very mysterious martial arts realm.

Heaven and earth were affected, and the radius was filled with his mystical power, and every inch of air was shaking.

There was a rumbling sound around, and there was infinite power sweeping towards Fan Lang, frantically suppressing him, restricting his movements, and trying to make him unable to move. It was as if thousands of horses were galloping towards him and crashing into his body.

The Xuanhuang swordsman disappeared, and it seemed to be everywhere, and a large amount of sword qi appeared around him, and the tips of the knives were all aimed at Fan Lang.

Chop!

Thousands of sword qi fused into one, turned into a knife, and slashed at Fan Lang angrily. This is a must-kill knife, leaving no room for error, and blood will be seen when the knife is released.

There has been more than one Xuan Emperor who died under this knife, which shows the power.

Fan Lang was forced to deal with it with all his heart, and he used the sword technique of dividing himself, and his thoughts spread out, covering all directions, locking the position of the Xuanhuang swordsman.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The nine mind clones came out together, stabbing at the Xuanhuang swordsman from different angles, one person and one sword, penetrating through.

In an instant, there were several wounds on the Xuanhuang swordsman's body, some were blood holes, some were body surface injuries, and many of them were fatal blows.

By the time he rushed to Fan Lang's approach, he had lost his life, and only one breath remained, completely relying on the breath in his mouth to support him.

His sword was only three feet away from Fan Lang, losing its previous power of slashing the sky, and became weak and weak.

The last thought clone stood in front of Fan Lang, and with his ethereal palm, he grabbed the straight knife that stabbed him, and he didn't want to touch Fan Lang himself.

"It's over. Fan Lang said lightly.

The Xuanhuang swordsman had a painful look in his eyes, and seemed to be very unwilling, so he let go of the handle of the knife that he didn't want to let go of for the rest of his life, and fell from mid-air.

He will kill himself.

The corpse fell to the ground, the wind and rain stopped, the sky calmed down, and only the traces left on the ground proved the battle just now.

"Master!"

A child cried at the top of his voice, ran to the corpse from a distance, threw himself on it, and let the blood stain him.

Obviously, he is the apprentice of the Xuanhuang Swordsman.

Before this battle, the Xuanhuang swordsman had warned his apprentice not to come, but this little guy still came.

It seems that he is also in his early teens.

The child cried very sadly, it was the kind of heart-rending cry.

Fan Lang looked indifferent, looking at this scene of deep love between master and apprentice.

The child raised his head, his face was full of tears, glared at Fan Lang in mid-air, and shouted: "You murderer! I killed so many people in the Jokhang Kingdom, and I also killed my master, I hate you to death!"

Fan Lang smiled, disappreciated, fell from mid-air, and descended in front of the child.

This kid is courageous, even if Fan Lang is approaching, he still does not retreat, guarding the master's corpse, glaring at Fan Lang viciously.

"From your standpoint, I am indeed the big devil, and after returning to Dawan Kingdom, the situation will be different. The people of Dawan will clap their hands and applaud, and even think that I haven't killed enough. This is the difference between nations, between people. If you're afraid of things, then don't make trouble, and don't forget who started this war. You should be glad that only three of us came, if it was a million heroes, the Jokhang Kingdom would have already flowed into a river of blood, and the sea water along the coast would have been dyed red. In that case, it will not only be those big people who will die, but even the common people will suffer. ”

Fan Lang, the "big devil", tells the cruel reality.