1057 Return to the Sword
Wang Luo's body was so strong that Li Fan couldn't hurt him, but today he vomited blood after taking Liao Jue's palm from the air.
"As expected of the Emperor of the Martial Arts, this palm is really powerful."
Wang Luo wiped the corners of his mouth, "But I'm a young man, I won't die that easily!"
With that said, Wang Luo held Shang Fang's sword and fell from the pillar. Then with a flick of his foot, he suddenly disappeared and quickly approached Liao Jue. The sword in his hand kept stabbing Liao Jue!
But Liao Jue was sitting there, just stretching out a finger to block Wang Luo's sword strikes.
In front of Liao Jue, it seemed that a master of Wang Luo's level was just like a child, being played around with by Liao Jue.
No matter how hard Wang Luo tried, he could not break through Liao Jue's defense.
"No, you are too weak."
Liao Jue sneered, "Your strength seems to have not improved much compared to fifty years ago."
"That's not necessarily the case."
Wang Luo suddenly took a few steps back, and then raised his Shang Fang Sword high, "This Shang Fang Sword is a divine sword forged by forty-nine alchemists back then!"
"I have heard some rumors about Shang Fang's sword."
Liao Jue sneered, "But what can an ancient sword do?"
"It only takes a little mental power to connect to this sword."
Wang Luo said, "The sword has the marks of generations of successors. Do you want to see it?"
"I don't like people who talk nonsense."
Liao Jue stretched out a finger and pointed at Wang Luo, "You can go and die."
A blast of true energy burst out from his finger, and in just a split second, a blood hole as wide as a finger appeared on Wang Luo's chest, more than ten meters away.
Wang Luo spat out a mouthful of blood again. He stabilized his legs and stood there.
"In my name, guard China. Kill the gods from above and the ghosts from below!"
Wang Luo thrust the Shang Fang sword upside down into his abdomen.
"Return to the sword!!"
Before Li Fan could be shocked, a golden light enveloped Wang Luo's body.
It was like a little sun appeared in the underground palace, instantly piercing the eyes of Li Fan and Liao Jue.
When the golden light dissipated, Wang Luo stood there, with golden hair, wearing a black and gold coat, and holding Shang Fang's sword in his hand. The appearance of Shang Fang's sword also changed. It was originally three feet long, but now it is nearly two meters long. It was dragged to the ground by Wang Luo.
"This is the first time in so many years that I'm using Guijian."
Wang Luo said proudly, "This is probably my last grand appearance! Liao Jue, let's go to the second round!"
With that said, Wang Luo instantly appeared in front of Liao Jue, and the golden sword in his hand was instantly slashed!
Liao Jue immediately took action to resist, but Wang Luo's sword was a little faster and stabbed directly into Liao Jue's eyebrows.
Liao Jue immediately stretched out his other hand and grabbed the sword with his palm.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, you can't do it either!"
After using Guijian, Wang Luo's power seemed to have greatly increased! His battle with Liao Jue also became much easier. He broke through Liao Jue's defense several times and slashed Liao Jue's body with the long sword.
Although Liao Jue's physical body has aged, his true energy still covers his body, protecting his body like a coat.
Wang Luo struck several times with his sword, only damaging a little of Liao Jue's flesh.
Both of them are now at the level of perverts. Even Li Fan, a great master, would not dare to intervene rashly, otherwise he will definitely be the one who will be miserable!
He understood that Wang Luo's purpose in coming to him was to keep him watching all this, to see Liao Jue's moves, to become familiar with his fighting skills, and then to understand his terrifying strength! In order to avoid encountering Liao Jue suddenly in the future and dying in an unknown manner.
After Li Fan thought about it, he continued to watch the fight between the two people seriously.
After fighting for a while, the two began to have differences in strength.
Wang Luo's return to the sword still has a time limit, and his physical condition is getting worse and worse, and he is slowly falling behind.
"Emperor Fist!"
Liao Jue seemed to have seized the opportunity. He sat there and punched Wang Luo!
The terrifying fist almost compressed this space! The entire underground palace trembled!
With a roar, a palace behind was directly razed to the ground by this terrifying fist!
Wang Luo fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, his body covered with scars and his black and gold coat also torn.
"Boy... the rest is up to you..."
Liao Jue's fist can destroy heaven and 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, Shang Fang's sword will still protect 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 several tubes inserted behind Liao Jue, which were delivering nutrient fluid to him to maintain his body.
"As long as I stop you, he will survive."
"Can you do it with what you are now?"
Liao Jue laughed, "My fist has a range of one thousand meters! As long as I punch it out, he will have nowhere to hide!"
"Don't underestimate me."
Wang Luo stood there, "Liao Jue, I can fight you for another three hundred rounds!"
"You don't even have a sword, how can you fight with me!"
Liao Jue raised his energy, and the surrounding floor began to spread cracks, like a spider web, extending in all directions.
Li Fan, holding the Shangfang sword, stood at the door of the hall, still hesitant.
"Don't hesitate! Let's go!"
Wang Luo shouted at Li Fan, "Don't let my blood flow in vain!"
As he spoke, he pushed his hand towards Li Fan, and a huge amount of mental power hit Li Fan and pushed him out.
"Where to escape!"
Liao Jue hit Li Fan with an imperial punch!
Even Li Fan couldn't escape a thousand meters in an instant!
But Wang Luo roared angrily, and stretched out his hands. The surrounding jade stones continued to explode, and jade stones kept flying over, gathering in front of Wang Luo, and soon formed a huge jade sword, which was a hundred meters long. Controlled by Wang Luo, he hung above Liao Jue's head and chopped down on his head.
Such a huge sword seems to be able to open up the world.
But Liao Jue sat there and just changed the direction of his fist and hit it toward the top of his head.
"boom!"
The huge jade sword was shattered into pieces by Liao Jue's imperial fist and scattered around.
Wang Luo half-knelt in front of Liao Jue, coughing up blood from his mouth. He began to age rapidly, and his vitality was rapidly draining away.
"Success, Liao Jue."
Wang Luo winked at Liao Jue, "Li Fan... he has left."
"Is he Li Fan?"
Liao Jue stood up from the dragon chair and looked at Wang Luo angrily, "Damn Shang Fang Sword, I will kill you!"
"He...he is Shangfang Baojian..."
Wang Luo closed his eyes happily in Liao Jue's fist.