The strongest collapse system

Chapter 358 Sword Broken
The ancient sword of Zhu Xian is broken!
Suddenly there was a huge thunder in the sky, and the whole sky changed color in a blink of an eye. The wind and clouds rolled in, and the black clouds enveloped the whole sky.

It seems like the whole world is crying for it!

Excalibur dies, heaven and earth weep!
The blackness on Daoxuan's face dimmed instantly, and his face turned pale.

"Evil obstacle, evil obstacle, evil obstacle..."

Reverend Daoxuan's body began to tremble slowly, and the ancient Zhuxian sword that he had held high was slowly lowered, and he walked down the altar step by step, walking towards the green light.

"How dare you destroy Zhu Xian, you are simply a sinner for the ages of Qingyun Sect!" Reverend Daoxuan said as he walked.

He wanted to raise Zhu Xian's ancient sword to strike at the green light, but he was shocked to find that he didn't even have the strength to lift Zhu Xian.

He is exhausted.

He should have been exhausted long ago, he was able to activate the Zhuxian sword formation just now, and he also relied on the hostile power of the ancient Zhuxian sword. Now that the ancient sword is broken, Daoxuan is like water without a source and a tree without a root, completely losing his battle force.

Reverend Daoxuan shook his body, the blackness on his face quickly subsided, and at the same time, a look of deep tiredness appeared on his face.

It seemed that in this short period of time, he had aged ten years, as if the life in his body had been sucked away by the Zhuxian sword in his hand.

Right here, the green glow suddenly disappeared.

Wang Fan showed his figure.

The radiant Biluo sword has been put away by Wang Fan.

"I am not the one who destroyed the Zhuxian Sword." Wang Fan stood there, looking at Daoxuan Master quietly like this, with a smile on his face, "Didn't he destroy it in your hands?"

As soon as the words fell, Master Daoxuan staggered, as if his footing was unstable.

"That's right, it was me, I was the one who destroyed the ancient Zhu Xian sword!" Zhen Daoxuan gasped, his eyes were bewildered, flashing despair and pain.

Then, he slowly raised the Executioner's Broken Sword in his hand, and swung it down vigorously.

It's not about Wang Fan, his target is himself.

Like a ray of light, the broken sword slashed towards Daoxuan's own neck.

With the sharpness of Zhu Xian's ancient sword, the next moment, I'm afraid it will be the scene where the head falls to the ground and the blood splatters three feet!

brush!
Light and shadow flashed, and Wang Fan appeared in front of Daoxuan after passing a distance of three zhang like magical magic. He lightly slapped his sword-holding hand.

Snapped!
With a soft sound, Master Daoxuan could no longer hold Zhu Xian, and the broken sword with the hilt whirled up into the air, and finally fell to the ground.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but it happened to fall next to the half of the sword that was broken off before.

The ancient sword of Zhu Xian, which contains supreme magic power enough to destroy the world, fell to the ground like a common human long sword, like broken copper and rotten iron.

Master Daoxuan was stunned.

Suddenly, a smile slowly appeared on his face, that smile was peaceful and serene.

"What are you laughing at?" Wang Fan looked at Reverend Daoxuan, slightly puzzled in his heart.

"I'm laughing at myself, there is no distinction between right and wrong, good and evil are reversed... But fortunately, I understand now." Master Daoxuan said in a low voice.

Afterwards, his body leaned down slowly, and he fell powerlessly to the ground.

He is exhausted.

Wang Fan frowned slightly, ignored the last sentence of the other party, but went straight to the ancient sword of Zhu Xian.

He slowly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the broken sword.

Five fingers, close together!
A cold breath passed from the hilt of the sword, and a fierce breath invaded my mind, blood rained all over the sky, ghosts and gods cried, and many illusions rushed towards my face.

But when Wang Fan thought about it a little bit, he suppressed all the evil thoughts caused by Zhu Xian.

After experiencing the possession of the Great Demon King, the hostility of Zhu Xian Ancient Sword can no longer really affect Wang Fan.

"what happened?"

Wang Fan's face changed slightly.

He has already obtained the Jade Sword, but the fifth volume of the heavenly book has not appeared for a long time, and there is no system prompt for the Jade Sword.
This means that he has not yet completed the Jade Immortal mission in Jade Immortal World.

"Could it be to recast Zhuxian's broken sword? It's not right..." Wang Fan looked at the other half of the sword under his feet, and his face became extremely ugly.

According to the original trajectory of fate, Zhang Xiaofan finally got the Zhu Xian Sword, and when he got it, Zhu Xian was already a broken sword, but its power had not diminished at all, and at that moment, the fifth volume of the Book of Heaven appeared in the world.

"Even if I get this Zhuxian sword, can't I get its recognition?" Wang Fan thought to himself.

Immediately, he was relieved.

Although Zhu Xian's ancient sword is powerful, it is not his divine sword.

What belongs to him is called Biluofanchen.

"Looks like I have to ask Xiaofan for help."

……

Outside Qingyun Mountain Patriarch's Ancestral Hall, there was a patch of verdant pines and cypresses, but it has completely disappeared at this moment.

The broken branches and fallen leaves, piles of broken trees, a quiet mountain forest, has been turned into ruins.

In the center of the ruins, there was an open space with a radius of three feet. An old man was lying on the ground, motionless, as if he was dead.But if you listen carefully, you can hear his extremely low breathing.

This old man is indeed Wan Jianyi.

This stunningly talented and talented senior Qingyunmen strongman has already been seriously injured.

"There are talented people from generation to generation..." Wan Jianyi smiled bitterly, "...I am really old, and I can't even hold on for a stick of incense."

Snapped!
A black figure descended from the sky and landed beside him.

It was Zhang Xiaofan.

His breath was gentle, his clothes were not messy, and there was no complacent expression on his face, as if defeating a strong man like Wan Jianyi was nothing to him.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Wan Jianyi asked with a smile.

"Why did you kill you?" Zhang Xiaofan asked back.

Hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, Wan Jian opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he spewed out a mouthful of blood, his face paled rapidly.

But the injury recurred.

Even if he kept his hand, with Zhang Xiaofan's great strength in Tianshu, Wan Jianyi was seriously injured.

After Wan Jian vomited blood, his face turned paler, but his spirit seemed stronger.He smiled lightly, in the blood and bitterness, smiled faintly, turned his head and looked at Ghost Li.

That gaze, for some reason, turned out to be somewhat soft.

Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath, suddenly felt that this look seemed a little familiar, it reminded him of that fat master in Big Bamboo Peak.

Suddenly, his eyes became hot, and the old man in front of him made him dare not look directly at him.He turned his head silently, and said in a low voice: "If you have the Dragon Slaying Sword in your hand, I am definitely not your opponent."

(End of this chapter)