Chapter 258 Are You Worthy of My Sword?

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Chapter 258 Are you worthy of my sword?

"In the sword competition, the emperor has never lost!" Xue Yulong looked proud, although he ranked third among the top ten in the imperial city, he had never really fought against Yingfeng and Lou Aotian.

In a real fight, Xue Yulong thought that he would not lose to anyone.

"Really? It's a mule or a horse, you'll know when you come out for a walk!" Xiao Fan's expression was never calm, but his heart was already filled with killing intent.

Xue Yulong wanted to put him to death many times, if it wasn't for good luck, he might have died several times.

Of course, this is not the main reason why Xiao Fan wants to kill Xue Yulong. One is that Xiao Fan and Fatty promised to fight for the world for Xue Yuxuan. The man's promise must be fulfilled.

Judging from the current situation, if Xue Yulong is not dead, Xue Yuxuan will never be able to become Emperor Xueyue.

Secondly, if Xue Yulong is alive, Dayan will never be at peace forever, and it will even affect the entire Xiao family. With his current strength, it is not enough to protect the Xiao family. This is the most important reason why he wants to kill Xue Yulong .

"The sea of ​​snow has no boundaries!"

Xue Yulong finally made a move, white sword aura flickered all over the sky, like snowflakes dancing, covering every corner, countless sword aura flew towards Xiao Fan from all directions.

"Seventh Grade Sword Jue, Xueyue Thirteen Swords! It is the secret of the royal family. It is said that the ancestor of the Xue family comprehended it on a night of snowy moon. There are thirteen swords in total. One sword is faster than one sword, and one sword is stronger. Passed one sword, unfortunately, I heard that there are only twelve swords left now."

"You're talking about the Xueyue Thirteen Swords in the past, but now the Xue Family's Xueyue Thirteen Swords are only sixth-grade swordsmanship, and every move has lost its original artistic conception."

"Even if the sixth-grade sword art is very powerful, Xiao Fan may not be able to resist it. I hope he will not hurt the princess in a fit of anger."

Several warrior kings of the Sword Dynasty were discussing in low voices, staring at Xue Yulong with burning eyes. They are all people who love swords. Seeing Xiao Fan and Xue Yulong making a move, they couldn't help but comment.

Xiao Fan stood with the sword in one hand, his eyes trembling, as if he had imprinted every movement of Xue Yulong in his mind, his feet changed, and the ethereal steps were fully displayed by him.

Puff puff!

The snowflake sword qi fights, the void emits bursts of sonic booms, and the turbulent soul power turns into hurricanes and sweeps the four directions.

"Continue!" Xiao Fan's indifferent voice sounded, his robe fluttered and was intact, as if all the sword energy had touched the corner of his clothes.

Xue Yulong's face was ashen, murderous, the void changed again, and the heavy snow was still flying, but the snowflake sword aura disappeared, replaced by a bright white sword light, the cold air froze the bone marrow.

Xiao Fan stood there calmly, alone, with one sword, fearless, fearless.

The cold wind was blowing, stirring his thick black hair. His resolute and stern face revealed a frivolous and bohemian temperament.

When the white sword light pierced down, Xiao Fan suddenly raised his right hand slowly, stretched out two fingers, and probed towards the sword light.

"Is he looking for death?" The hearts of the crowd trembled, they were frightened by Xiao Fan's action!

Dealing with such a domineering and fierce sword light with one hand is simply courting death!

There was also a smile on the corner of Xue Yulong's mouth, he had been practicing Xueyue Thirteen Swords since he was a child, and he had already acquired the essence of Xueyue Thirteen Swords, even Xue Wuxiu couldn't stop admiring him.

This sword is enough to kill the early stage of the King of War, how can it be blocked by Xiao Fan's two fingers?

People seemed to see Xiao Fan's palm being cut off, blood was splashed everywhere, and screams were endless.

However, to their disappointment, those two fingers were like an iron wall, firmly pinching the sharp sword light, and with a light pinch, the sword light shattered and turned into countless sharp blades that flew out backwards.

The crowd stared at Xiao Fan in astonishment, with an incredulous look on their faces.

Xue Yulong's heart trembled violently, looking at Xiao Fan's proud figure, for some reason, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Tianxue Feihong!"

"Snow drifts like fluff!"

"The wind returns to the snow!"

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A roar came out from Xue Yulong's mouth, his sword technique became more and more fierce, but also more and more chaotic, one after another sword lights pierced the sky, roaring beside Xiao Fan.

"Snow Jade Dragon is defeated!"

"Not only did you lose, you couldn't even touch Xiao Fan's clothes. They are both in the King of War realm, why is there such a big gap?"

"Didn't you realize that Xiao Fan hasn't even released a sword so far?"

Seeing this scene, several members of the Sword Dynasty shook their heads secretly, while the others held their breath and looked around warily, scanning the battle between the two from the corner of their eyes.

Guo Shichen, Fu Bo and others showed shock on their faces, but they were more relieved. Xiao Fan's comprehension of kendo had reached a new level, which was no longer comparable to that of the same level. Ten snow jade dragons might not It is Xiao Fan's opponent.

"Xueyue Fenghua, cut!" Xue Yulong's previous arrogance completely disappeared, and there was only a kind of ferocity, he only wanted Xiao Fan to die.

Above his head, a giant wolf with a size of three feet appeared, with white hair as holy as snow, exuding a kind of arrogance. Looking down, she was like a peerless king, ignoring everything.

The seventh-rank war spirit Xiaoyue Sirius!

With Xue Yulong's sword stabbing out, countless white sword lights appeared in the void, the sword lights were connected end to end, layer upon layer, and snowflakes danced like a dancing fairy Xueyue.

In an instant, the countless sword lights condensed into a sword of ice crystals, and shot towards Xiao Fan's direction, leaving afterimages in the void, as if they could split the sky.

Countless sharp swords shuttled through the void, Xiao Fan stepped on the Misty God's Step, and kept dodging, his afterimages were everywhere in the void, after a while, Xiao Fan retreated like a swallow, and with a flick of his fingers, the countless white sword glows exploded.

At this moment, Xue Yulong suddenly leaped high, and his sixth-grade movement technique vertical ladder made his speed reach a terrifying level, Xiaoyue Sirius roared, and its sharp claws stepped towards Xiao Fan's chest.

"boom!"

At that critical moment, Xiao Fan also used the vertical ladder, leading the ghost fighting spirit up against the sky, a sharp light bloomed from his fingertips, like a real magic sword.

Clang!

The sword light shattered the sword in Xue Yulong's hand, and pierced through his shoulder, and blood poured down. On the other hand, the ghost fighting spirit and Xiaoyue Sirius fought and bit each other.

With a bang, Xue Yulong slammed hard on the ground and flew upside down for more than ten meters before stopping, with blood gushing out of its mouth and churning endlessly.

"Impossible, how could you be so strong!" Xue Yulong bared his teeth, his hair danced wildly, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth, unwillingly said: "Why don't you show your sword?"

"Why?" Xiao Fan looked at Xue Yulong amusedly, and said indifferently, "Do you think you are worthy of my sword?"

Do you match me with the sword?

Xiao Fan's voice was not loud, but it was not low, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

If it was in the past, people would definitely think that Xiao Fan was too arrogant and conceited, but seeing him today, they couldn't say a single word.

Is someone who can't even touch the corner of Xiao Fan's clothes worthy of his sword?

Obviously not!

These words were like a peerless sharp blade stabbing fiercely in Xue Yulong's chest, destroying his arrogance and his incomparable aura!

In Xiao Fan's eyes, the number three among the top ten in the imperial city is simply a joke.

"No, I'm the strongest!" Xue Yulong roared up to the sky, his whole body was burning with monstrous flames, his aura continued to rise, he looked at Xiao Fan ferociously, and roared: "I want you to die!"