NOVEL NEXT Chapter 222 Righteous and Awesome
"The Sword of the Emperor?!"
Both the Saint Lord Yaoguang in the distance and the Saint Lord Wuxiang in front of him exclaimed.
The Emperor not only left a legend in the Spirit Realm, but also, as the absolute emperor who led the Emperor Clan to counterattack the ancient royal family in ancient times, the name of the Emperor naturally resounded throughout the Ten Thousand Realms.
"How could it be? How could it be?! The inheritance of the Emperor should be in the Pseudo-Spirit Realm! Why did this Sword of the Emperor appear in Zixiao's hands?!"
"No! He is not the Emperor's body, so how can he drive the Sword of the Emperor?!"
The Saint Lord Wuxiang had a lot of lumps on his head, and each of them seemed to have a question mark.
The appearance of the Sword of the Emperor in front of him really made him puzzled.
You know, the method Zixiao used to attack him before was obviously a magic method, and what kind of creature was the Emperor? Even if the Emperor's Qi is not the nemesis of the devil, the Emperor must be the opposite.
Now a person with the devil has taken out the Emperor Sword.
What happened during this period when Zixiao disappeared? !
The Emperor Sword is so famous that the Holy Lord Wuxiang trembles a little.
Zixiao made a sword flower with the Emperor Sword in his hand, and the Emperor Sword, accompanied by wisps of sword energy, tore the void.
"Lao Deng, tell me, will you hand over the Qiankun Ring?"
"Amitabha, donor, turn back, you... you sneak attack again!!!"
The Holy Lord Wuxiang was about to say something, but halfway through his words, he saw the Emperor Sword slashing towards his head.
If he doesn't dodge, it is guaranteed that his head will be cut off.
He wants to kill me? !
The Wuxiang Saint Lord did not expect Zixiao to be so bold, and he was ready to kill him without any scruples.
He grabbed the Zen stick with both hands and smashed it hard on the ground.
Boom!
With a loud bang, a huge fire surged out from the Zen stick, the magma on the earth boiled, and the red waves rushed to the sky, with amazing power.
Since it was refined by the Golden Crow Divine Fire, it naturally has the meaning of true fire.
Swish...
Facing the raging fire waves, Zixiao held the Golden Emperor Sword and slashed with one sword, and the sky-wide fire waves were instantly turned into a fire.
The sword intent was still powerful and slashed towards the Wuxiang Saint Lord.
The Wuxiang Saint Lord held the Zen stick, and the hot flames burned the earth. The Zen stick directly collided with the Golden Emperor Sword.
The two collided with each other, and with a loud bang, endless light flooded the sky and the earth.
After the light faded, Lin Wuya, who was lying on the ground, looked at the scene in front of him in horror.
At this moment, Zixiao held the Emperor Sword, and the sword tip hit the Zen stick, while Wuxiang Saint Lord held the Zen stick in both hands to block in front of him, and the sharp sword energy tore a wound on his chest.
He held the Zen stick tightly, not daring to relax at all.
In the face of a head-on battle, he was suppressed by Zixiao.
Wuxiang Saint Lord now didn't even have the opportunity to use the magic. If he relaxed, Zixiao would definitely use the Emperor Sword to kill him.
But it was impossible to continue in this stalemate. He forgot that Zixiao was holding the Emperor Sword in one hand, and the other hand was holding the big stick given to him by Yaoguang Saint Lord!
"Hehe..."
Zixiao grinned and revealed a white mouth.
Before Wuxiang Saint Lord could react, his eyes went black, and the big stick hit him on the top of his head.
"How dare you!!!"
Ding! ! !
A loud bang echoed through the valley.
The big stick hit the head of the Wuxiang Saint firmly, and a big bump appeared on his rugged head again, directly pushing down the hair.
Another bump on the bump?
This is the first time I have seen such a strange sight.
"You, you, you..."
The Wuxiang Saint felt dizzy and was so angry that he couldn't speak.
But then there was another stick.
Clang clang clang...
The crisp sound was like hitting a wooden fish, and the sound continued and echoed in the valley.
In the end, the Wuxiang Saint didn't even know how his Qiankun Ring was taken away. Zixiao even cut off the connection between the Qiankun Ring and him in front of him.
Even the Zen stick on the ground was not wasted. Zixiao took it all away and turned away.
Lin Wuya endured the pain in his body and went to help the Wuxiang Saint.
At this time, the eyes of the Wuxiang Saint Lord were full of despair. Once was not enough, and he had to do it again.
"Senior, are you okay?"
Lin Wuya looked at the miserable state of the Wuxiang Saint Lord and couldn't help asking, but the next moment, he saw the tower on the head of the Wuxiang Saint Lord and almost laughed out loud.
This affected the wound and made him groan.
The Wuxiang Saint Lord slowly came back to his senses and looked at Lin Wuya: "Is the way I look now a little humiliating?"
Hearing this, Lin Wuya shook his head like a rattle.
"No! No! Senior, you just have a step on your head now, which is in line with your status as a monk."
"..."
There is a tower on your head? !
The Wuxiang Saint Lord's eyes went black and he almost fell down. He reached out and touched it. How big a silk thread would it take to block it!
Besides, wouldn't it be even more strange if it was blocked? !
For the first time, the Wuxiang Saint Lord felt uneasy about the plan to go to the Yaoguang Holy Land. They might not necessarily kill him, but it was unbearable to insult him like this.
Swoosh...
Just as the Wuxiang Saint Lord was thinking, Zixiao's figure slowly fell down.
"Hmm? What happened here? Master, why did you fall to the ground? Get up quickly. It's really embarrassing to receive such a great gift."
"..."
The Wuxiang Saint Lord stood up with the help of Lin Wuya. He looked at Zixiao with a look of anger.
But Zixiao didn't care.
At this time, the Yaoguang Saint Lord also flew over. As soon as he landed, he asked: "Junior brother, why did you come just now? No, it should be said that it's a good thing that you came just now. There was a thief who took away all our Qiankun rings."
"Not only that, the thing on your head is also his masterpiece."
"Oh?"
Zixiao pretended to be surprised and said: "How can this be? In broad daylight, is there still justice? Is there still the law? The thief dares to be so rampant. Master, you quickly hide behind me, I will protect you! Just let it go."
Let it go? I'm farting!
The Saint Lord Wu Xiang cursed in anger.
You are the one who is most unwilling to let go!!!
But now the matter is done, Zi Xiao can completely suppress him by himself, and if he and Saint Lord Yao Guang are in trouble, I am afraid his life will be in danger.
Saint Lord Wu Xiang is very sensible.
"No problem, let's do business first, business is important, by the way, this child is covered with wounds, can you ask the two Taoist friends to give him a few pills of medicine to heal his wounds?"
"Ah?"
Saint Lord Yao Guang looked disgusted: "It's not that I don't want to give it, you also saw that my Qian Kun Ring was taken away just now, and I can't give it even if I want to!"
Hearing Saint Lord Yao Guang's words, Saint Lord Wu Xiang looked at Zi Xiao again.