Chapter 1057

1057 Guijian

Wang Luo is physically strong, and Li fan can't hurt him, but today, after eating Liao Jue's palm in the air, he spit out blood directly.

"Worthy of being the emperor of Wulin, this palm is really powerful."

Wang Luo wiped the corners of his mouth, "but I'm a jack-o-lantern, and I'm not that easy to die!"

With that, Wang Luo took Shang Fang's sword and fell from the pillar. Then he bounced under his feet. Suddenly, the whole person disappeared and quickly approached Liao Jue. The sword in his hand stabbed at Liao Jue!

But Liao Jue just sat there, just stretched out a finger, and kept blocking Wang Luo's sword attack.

In front of Liao Jue, it seems that Wang Luo, an expert at this level, is just like a child, who is played by Liao Jue at will.

No matter how hard Wang Luo tried, he couldn't break through Liao Jue's defense.

"No, you're too weak."

Liao Jue sneered, "your strength seems to have made no progress compared with fifty years ago."

"That's not necessarily true."

Wang Luo suddenly backed up a few steps, and then held up his Shangfang sword, "this Shangfang sword is a divine sword made by 49 alchemists that year!"

"I have heard some rumors about Shangfang sword."

Liao Jue sneered, "but what can an ancient sword do?"

"Only a little mental power is needed to connect this sword."

Wang Luo said, "the sword has the mark of heirs from generation to generation. Do you want to see it?"

"I don't like people who talk big."

Liao Jue stretched out a finger and pointed to Wang Luo, "you can die."

A genuine Qi burst out on his fingers, which was a moment's effort. Wang Luo, more than ten meters away, had a finger wide blood hole in his chest.

Wang Luo vomited blood again. He stabilized his legs and stood there.

"In my name, guard China. Kill gods at the top and ghosts at the bottom!"

Wang Luo stabbed the Shangfang sword upside down into his abdomen.

"Return to the sword!!"

Before Li Fan was shocked, a golden light wrapped Wang Luo's body.

It was like a small sun in the underground palace, which instantly blackened the eyes of Li Fan and Liao Jue.

When the golden light dissipated, Wang Luo stood there, with blond hair, a dark blond coat and a Shangfang sword in his hand. The shape of this Shangfang sword has also changed. It was originally three feet long, but now it is close to two meters. It was dragged on the ground by Wang Luo.

"The state of using Guijian for the first time in so many years."

Wang Luo said proudly, "it's probably my last gorgeous appearance! Liao Jue, let's have the second round!"

With that, Wang Luo instantly appeared in front of Liao Jue, and the golden sword in his hand was instantly cut off!

Liao Jue immediately resisted, but Wang Luo's sword was a bit faster and directly stabbed Liao Jue's eyebrow.

Liao Jue immediately stretched out his other hand and grabbed the sword with his palm.

"Your Majesty, you can't do it!"

Wang Luo's strength seems to have greatly increased after the return sword is cast! His battle with Liao Jue also became much easier. Several times, Liao Jue's defense was broken, and the long sword was cut on Liao Jue.

Although Liao Jue's body is old, his true Qi still covers his body and protects his body like a coat.

Wang Luo cut several swords, only hurting Liao Jue's flesh.

Both of them are abnormal now. Even Li Fan, a great master, dare not meddle rashly, otherwise it must be himself who is miserable!

He understood that Wang Luo's intention to come to him was to let him watch all this, have a look at Liao Jue's way of fighting, be familiar with his fighting skills, and then understand his terrible strength! In order to avoid meeting Liao Jue suddenly in the future, and his death is unclear.

After Li Fan thought it over, he continued to watch the fight between the two men carefully.

After fighting for a while, their strength began to differ.

Wang Luo's return sword still has a time limit, and his physical condition is getting worse and worse, which has slowly fallen to the disadvantage.

"Emperor fist!"

Liao Jue seemed to seize the opportunity. He sat there and punched Wang Luo!

The terrible fist Gang almost compressed this space! The whole underground palace trembled!

With a bang, the palace behind was directly razed to the ground by this terrible fist Gang!

Wang Luo fell to the ground in a panic, with scars on his body, and his black and gold coat was also damaged.

"Boy... The rest is up to you..."

Liao Jue's fist Gang destroys the sky and the earth. This is his unique skill!

"Get out of here..."

Wang Luo threw the sword to Li Fan, "as long as this sword is still there, Shangfang sword will still guard China..."

Wang Luo's voice touched Li Fan, but Liao Jue sneered.

"Do you think you can really run away?"

"I know you can't leave this seat now."

Wang Luo kept looking at the tubes inserted behind Liao Jue, which delivered him nutrient solution to maintain his body.

"As long as I stop you, he can survive."

"With you now, can you do it?"

Liao Jue laughed, "my fist Gang, the range is one kilometer! As long as you fight it, he has nowhere to hide!"

"Don't underestimate me."

Wang Luo stood there, "Liao Jue, I can fight with you for another 300 rounds!"

"You don't even have a sword. How can you fight me?"

Liao Jue raised his Qi, and cracks began to spread around the floor, like spider webs, extending everywhere.

Li Fan, holding the Shangfang sword, stood at the door of the hall, hesitating.

"Don't hesitate! Go!"

Wang Luo shouted at Li Fan, "don't let my blood flow in vain!"

With that, he pushed his hand at Li Fan, and a huge spiritual force hit Li Fan and pushed him out.

"Where to escape!"

Liao Jue hit an imperial fist in the direction of Li Fan!

Even Li fan can't escape a kilometer in a moment!

But Wang Luo roared. He stretched out his hands, and the surrounding jade continued to explode. Jade continued to fly in front of Wang Luo, and soon formed a huge jade sword, which was 100 meters long. It was manipulated by Wang Luo, hung on Liao Jue's head, and beheaded him.

Such a huge sword, as if it could create a world.

But Liao Jue sat there, just changed the direction of his fist and hit him on the top of his head.

"Boom!"

This huge jade sword was smashed into slag by Liao Jue's emperor fist and scattered around.

Wang Luo half knelt in front of Liao Jue and coughed up blood in his mouth. He began to age rapidly and his vitality was losing rapidly.

"Success, Liao Jue."

Wang Luo winked at Liao Jue, "Li Fan... He has left."

"Is He Li Fan?"

Liao Jue stood up directly from the Dragon chair and looked at Wang Luo angrily, "damn Shangfang sword, I'll kill you!"

"He... He is Shang Fang's sword..."

Wang Luo closed his eyes happily in Liao Jue's fist gang.