The Qing Ming Sword was unsheathed inch by inch, like a puddle of autumn water gushing out. Liu Qiankun gritted his steel teeth, and a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes.
He understood that now he didn't even have the slightest ability to compete with Shi Fan, and there was only one result that would greet him at the next moment: death! Completely disappearing into this other world...
Choking!
As the dragon roared, Liu Qiankun shouted in his heart: "Even if I die today, I will still bite off a piece of your flesh..."
The sound of kowtows on the deck did not stop for a moment. The sailors still held the awe of the gods, and some even had purple bruises on their foreheads.
"You bastard of the Destiny God Clan, come up and catch my Xiaotian sword!"
A sharp shout came from the void, like a thunderbolt exploding out of thin air, and it sounded like the sound of nature in Liu Qiankun's ears. The fire of hope was ignited again, and he suddenly had a strange idea: This seemingly awesome thing
Shi Fan is definitely no match for Hong Xiaotian.
"Hahaha! You ignorant ant, I want to see why you are so arrogant in front of me!" Shi Fan sneered, his palms facing each other, white light shuttled back and forth between the palms, and finally gathered at one point, turning into
A gradually expanding ball of blazing white light.
Hong Xiaotian's eyes were as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand flashed with white light. He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and made a very weird posture, his eyes were blank...
Liu Qiankun, who was standing on the deck, could see clearly that Hong Xiaotian had not grasped the hilt of the sword. There was a very wide gap between his two palms and the hilt of the sword, and he could even hold an egg.
The sword was suspended in his palm.
Shi Fan raised his head and looked at the man who was getting ready to attack. His face changed slightly and he shouted in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
Before the sword came out, the spirit had already condensed! How could an immortal like Shi Fan, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, fail to notice the power of the man above him? There was a hint of scruple in his words.
"There is no need for a dying person to say anything. I am the one who rebels against fate..." Hong Xiaotian's illusory eyes contained no trace of fireworks, and his voice was as cold and ruthless as the Nine Nether Cold Pool.
When Shi Fan heard this, his shoulders were shaken, and the ball of light in his palms swayed fiercely. Two frightening rays of light flashed in his eyes. He raised his palms and shouted loudly: "Edict!" The blazing white ball of light shot towards Hong Xiaotian like lightning.
Shooting away, the moment he threw the ball of light, his whole body turned into a zigzag lightning, rushing towards the crack in the void that had not yet closed.
"Hongmeng's first move breaks the sky!"
Hong Xiaotian shouted, and his long hair rose up behind his head like a snake dancing wildly. The long sword slashed through the air, and the brilliant sword light cut through the void. Wherever it passed, there were long-lasting sword marks like furrows.
Not scattered.
laugh!
The light ball and sword light shot by Shi Fan dispersed upon contact, turning into dense white mist, and the bright arc of light fell on the crack in the void like a thunderbolt.
Click!
The crack expanded and contracted rapidly, like a huge mouth that kept moving. In just a few breaths, this process was repeated hundreds of times.
Boom!
A violent explosion sounded, and the entire sky flickered in and out. The crack expanded hundreds of times in an instant, extending all the way to the sea.
Canopy!
The seawater stirred up a huge wave of hundreds of feet, like a huge palm slapping towards the merchant ship. The terrifying power was frightening. Even the sailors who were prostrate on the ground stopped kneeling and stared at the merchant ship with their eyes wide open.
Looking at the sudden disaster...
"Drink! Hongmeng's second style breaks the waves!"
Hong Xiaotian shouted violently, and held out the long sword in his palm, turning into a giant dragon that shook its head and tail and swept towards the huge waves. At this time, he was no longer human, at least in the eyes of everyone, the man standing with the sword
He is the real 'Poseidon'...
Canopy! Canopy! Canopy!
With a muffled sound like thunder, the giant dragon used its body to roll back the huge waves. In an instant, the vast aftermath poured out to one side with the giant dragon as the center, and finally disappeared into the depths of the boundless sea...
The sea and sky were the same color, except for the crack in the void that gradually disappeared under the scorching sun.
Liu Qiankun was stunned. At this time, his heart could no longer be described with just the word "shock". His eardrums had already been buzzing from the two loud noises just now. It took a long time before a sentence came out of his mouth.
: "Mom, you're not even human!"
When Hong Xiaotian landed on the bow of the ship with a faint smile on his lips, Liu Qiankun was the first to greet him, patting his ears and saying expressionlessly: "Is Immortal Shi Fan dead?"
Hong Xiaotian nodded and said: "When you die, your body and soul will be destroyed."
"Okay, I, Liu Qiankun, owe you a favor." Liu Qiankun said seriously. He was very serious. This was the first time in this other world that he admitted that he owed someone a favor, and he would pay it back one day.
Hong Xiaotian smiled, and he also saw that the man opposite him was very serious, because he stared at his eyes tightly with every word and every sentence he said.
Liu Qiankun also laughed, and what he said next made Hong Xiaotian almost choked.
"How about I owe you one more favor and help me restore my cultivation?"
Hong Xiaotian rolled his eyes, his face sank, his eyes were fixed on the sword in his hand, as if he was thinking about something. His thoughtful look made Liu Qiankun's heart suddenly rise to his throat.
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"There is no way, but you must agree to one condition." Hong Xiaotian showed an enigmatic smile and tightened his grip on the sword.
"Don't mention a single condition, even if it's ten or eight, I will agree." Liu Qiankun's breathing became rapid, and he looked like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, which was still very thick.
"I want to ask you to borrow something." Hong Xiaotian glanced at the long sword flashing green in Liu Qiankun's palm, and there was a trace of unknown brilliance in his eyes.
Liu Qiankun's heart tightened, and he subconsciously drew back the Qingming Sword and said, "Tell me, what can I borrow?"
The corner of Hong Xiaotian's mouth curled up in an arc, and he moved the long sword in his hand horizontally. The blade of the sword was stuck between the thumbs of both hands and fell down.
Clang!
There was a sudden sound of metal breaking, and the long sword in the palm split into three parts, and the Immortal Killing Sword instantly turned into scrap metal...
"I'll lend you the sword in your hand."
Hong Xiaotian raised his palms, and the broken sword turned into three cold stars and shot into the sea. He instantly lost his trace. His pair of deep and waveless eyes stared at Liu Qiankun, as if waiting for his answer.
Liu Qiankun frowned and his face became gloomy. After pondering for a long time, he finally slowly handed the Qingming Sword forward in his palm, as if the sword was of great weight.
"This sword is the life of Qiankun, and Hong Xiaotian is also the person I can trust with my life." Liu Qiankun's voice was like a dream, but it carried an indescribable determination.
He knew that if the man in front of him could easily take his life, how could he say that he wanted to borrow a sword? Rather than believing in Hong Xiaotian, it would be better to say that he had incomparable confidence.
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