Chapter 130: The Demon Altar

Situ Chengfeng, Emperor Daofeng, Li Chenxuan, and Shangguan Qinghong are all the proud sons of the previous generation.

The big war was out of control in an instant, the purpose was just to fight for that piece of star meteorite, but as everyone knows, they have all fallen into the calculations of others, who can think of this, who dares to calculate the little prince of the four empires like this, don't die.

What they don't know is that the person who calculates them, even the four empires have calculated, and they are afraid of a few little hairy children.

While they are fighting, what are Lin Fan and Xuan Hao doing?

I heard Xuan Hao shake his head and said, "I will never make a mistake this time, I bet on the one on the left who wears difficult clothes, how about it, dare you bet on a game"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Bet on it, who is afraid of whom?

"This, this"

Xuan Hao hesitated for a moment, he had known that he would propose such a thing with this bastard, and now he almost lost all his underwear to Lin Fan, what are you doing? The two watched this group of people scuffle from a distance, and they actually made a bet on who would win, and as a result, Xuan Hao knelt down five times in a row and lost the star meteorite to Lin Fan.

If others knew about their gambling methods, they would definitely shout that they were losers!

At first, it was brought up by Xuan Hao, maybe someone was very unpleasant, pointed at the person and said, "With this frustration, you don't need to look at him to know that he is dead, and he will definitely not be another person's opponent, Lin Fan, dare you come to make a bet, he is dead"

Then, it started like this, and in the spirit of joking, Lin Fan gambled with him.

In the end, Xuan Hao lost, which made him a little unconvinced, he would never be wrong to look at people, that person Yintang was black, it was definitely a sign of dying, how could he win instead, he was not convinced, and then gambled with Lin Fan, and then knelt five times in a row, and everything on his body lost to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan smiled and said proudly, "God stick, you have nothing on you, how can you bet with me?"

Xuan Hao gritted his teeth and was ruthless, and said, "I'll bet on myself"

Lin Fan turned his head, looked at Xuan Hao, and said, "This small body looks pretty good, but I don't know if it's strong or not, if I sell you to the Hehuan Sect, will they want it?"

"Die, I said it's not this, I'll bet myself on you"

"Hehe, that's not the same, once you lose, you will be mine, I will do what I want to do with you, sell you to a certain female demon in the Hehuan Sect, maybe I like a little white face like you" Lin Fan smiled cheaply

"Fuck off, do you bet or not?" Xuan Hao said a little angrily

"Xuan Hao, you can think clearly, I am a person of great luck, there is no good end to betting with me, you have to be prepared for this, your probability of winning is almost zero"

"I don't believe I can't win you once," Xuan Hao said angrily

"Okay, since that's the case, then bet again, this time you choose first" Lin Fan said very calmly

"That bastard, I'll bet he loses" Xuan Hao pointed to a person, this person was the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who followed Situ Chengfeng before, Xuan Hao had a confident smile on his face, this person's Yin Hall was black, blacker than the previous few people, and there was a gloomy aura on the top of his head, this is mildew, in this case, he is definitely lost.

With a hint of provocation, he looked at Lin Fan and said, "How about it, dare you bet?"

"Cut"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "I don't dare to do anything, since you choose that person, then I don't have a choice, I can only choose another person, however, I always have a feeling that although he looks like he will die, but a scheming person like him will not lose so easily, you are sure to gamble"

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Hao's palm had already slapped over.

High-five as an oath, this gamble is established, although Xuan Hao is full of confidence, but his heart is very nervous, this time he must win, he really can't afford to lose, on the other hand, Lin Fan looked indifferent, even if he lost, it was nothing, he had won enough.

On the battlefield not far away, the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was defeated and retreated, and he was defeated at the beginning.

Seeing this, Xuan Hao showed a hint of excitement, and glanced at Lin Fan demonstratively, the meaning was very obvious, did you see it, that kid is dead, you are doomed, Lin Fan's face was as indifferent as before, and the meaning in his eyes was also very obvious, until the last moment, no one knew what the outcome would be.

"Hehe, I heard that the sword hero of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is outstanding, and he is the first person among the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in this generation, but now when I see it, it is not worthy of the name! This strength is really too bad, it disappoints me too much."

"If that's all you have, then you should die!"

"One sword to determine the world"

"Hmph" Jianhao had a sneer in his eyes, the momentum was still low at the first moment, but the next moment it was imposing, the previous decadence disappeared completely, and the sword in his hand let out a sword groan, holding the sword and slashing.

With a slash, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

"Ten thousand swords, ten thousand swords in the world, only one sword"

Ten thousand sword qi merged into one, one forward, stabbed forward, the two swords were opposite, the sword qi dissipated, the space between the sword heroes was pierced, and a sword stabbed on the man's chest.

"You"

The man's eyes were full of shock, and he didn't understand why Jian Hao was like this, the previous moment was completely different from the next.

Jian Hao had a sneer on his face, and said, "This is my sword path, bitter sword, only to endure a qiē suffering, continue to grow in suffering, until the last moment erupts, the more suffering in my heart, the stronger the sword qi that bursts out at the last moment."

Without doing anything, the man fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he did not blink.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Hao panicked and stammered, "What's going on, this bastard, how can that sword be so powerful, what kind of sword do you cultivate, pit goods! It doesn't matter if you pit others, you are here to pit me, pit me."

Lin Fan smiled proudly, "Hehe, God stick, remember, you are my person now"

As a former sword dao powerhouse, what kind of sword is not clear, it can be seen at a glance that this person is cultivating the way of the bitter sword, and those who practice this kind of sword will inevitably be bullied and insulted a lot since childhood, and integrate this qi into the dao own sword.

The way of the sword is both life and the way of the bitter sword, and life is bound to be very difficult.

The previous qiē was just pretended by him, and if he was able to cultivate the way of the bitter sword to this point, there must be a difficult and humiliating past buried in his heart, and this person is very deep.

"Hmph"

Xuan Hao snorted coldly, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at Lin Fan again.

The battle over there became more and more fierce and miserable, and it was originally just a tentative battle, but once someone was injured and died, then the nature changed, and it became a vicious circle, and it became worse and worse.

"Emperor Dao wind, suffer death, eat me a shot, and look at the moon with a hidden dragon"

Situ Chengfeng shouted, the man and the gun were one, like a dragon soaring, looking at the big array, the spear stabbed straight at the emperor wind, and the airflow showed a state of rotation, repelling the surrounding qiē.

"True martial arts, martial arts, the world"

Emperor Dao Feng is the son of Emperor Xing, but he did not inherit his father's business, became a swordsman, and walked the way of boxing.

The Eight Styles of True Martial Arts were created by Emperor Minghao back then, and they were very powerful in heaven-level martial arts.

To perform this trick, you must be born in the royal family, have dragon energy, understand the common people, understand the country, and be in the middle of the world to perform such a punch.

It was really a punch to stabilize the world, and the heavy air carried a trace of social power, and it was extremely weighed.

A punch down, firm thoughts, exuding infinite power, the fist strength broke through the airflow, a punch hit the tip of his gun, making a sizzling sound, it turned out that the emperor Daofeng with a pair of fist gloves, is also a ground-level artifact, can make his fist strength increase by several percent.

In the distance, Lin Fan smiled and said, "God stick, you are talking about which of the two people is more powerful"

Xuan Hao said dissatisfiedly, "Boy, you are determined to hit me, right! I will never bet with you again, I believe your words, you say whoever wins, whoever wins, can win, and those who would have lost may win because of your words."

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "I really don't know, it was pure luck before."

If he killed Xuan Hao, he wouldn't believe Lin Fan's words, in his heart, he must have known who won and who lost.

Holding the body of the gun with both hands, he turned suddenly, the spiral energy condensed again, the body of the gun bent, Situ Chengfeng's right foot stepped forward violently, the power burst out, and the tip of the gun burst out with a powerful sharp light.

"Drink"

The two fists were combined, and the fist gloves matched with the energy, emitting a burst of dazzling light, and the punch bombarded the past, shattering the gun.

"True Martial Eight Styles, the Fist of the World"

The fist of the world, the heart is in the world, melts into the world, experiences the world, and integrates the hearts of the people of the world, and must be recognized by the people of the world in order to practice this punch, and this punch represents the world.

Feeling the power of this punch, Situ Chengfeng's eyes showed a cautious look

"True Dragon, proud of the world"

Shenlong, high above, the meaning of the world, what am I afraid of, and what do I have to do with me, my thoughts are above the heavens and the earth, looking down on the world, stabbing the past with a shot, and destroying the world......

The end of the sky, the demon altar, the abyss of the demon king, the temporary leader of the demon race, standing on the altar of the demon race, the center of the altar, erected a statue dozens of zhang high, exuding infinite majesty, is the statue of the demon emperor Ying Tianxing who dominated the world back then.

Around the altar, there are nine stone pillars, the stone pillars are nine zhang long, and five or six people hug each other wide.

Under the altar, the eight demon kings, eighty-one demon generals, and tens of thousands of demons stood there with excitement on their faces, as if their demon moments were about to come.

On the stage, the Demon King Abyss had a look of foresight on his face, and said, "I have received a summons from the Demon Emperor, the Demon Clan has been silent for too long, it's time to go out, the Tianwu Continent belongs to our Demon Clan, and the world belongs to our Demon Clan."

"Bring people up," the Demon King Abyss shouted