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Chapter 85 Saint King Seal

"You are begging for death, Your Highness the Holy King." Qi Jing played with the dagger in his hand.The rest of his gaze was fixed on Chu Fan who had already retreated into the distance.

"Don't look, you can't touch him today." The monk smiled and recited Buddhist scriptures, as if chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"What if I have to move?" Qi Jing's body suddenly moved.At that moment, Chu Fan felt as if he was locked by someone, and he couldn't even give birth to the desire to escape.

It is completely suppressed in the realm!
Fortunately, this state did not last long.In just a few minutes, Chu Fan's back was completely wet with sweat.

"There are quite a few here!" Qi Jing sat cross-legged opposite the monk.In the moment just now, he did have the killing intent towards Chu Fan, but when his killing intent disappeared.Thousands of miles away, several auras not inferior to him locked on him almost at the same time.If he makes a move, let alone kill Chu Fan, it is still a question of whether he can come back alive.

"After all, it's you in the face, how dare we slack off!" An extra Zen stick appeared in the monk's hand.

On the side of Sword Union, the weapons of many disciples trembled, as if they were worshiping something.

"The first gold in the world is in your hands today, it's a waste!" Qi Jing put down the dagger in his hand, and the aura around him gradually rose.

The monk held the Zen stick in his hand and slowly got up.The bloody mist fell again, and a golden light shone around the monk.Like the stars in the night sky.

Gu Gu is speechless, with the strength of a monk, the complicated exercises are not very effective.Often only the simplest moves will have the most powerful power.

Qi Jing's figure followed the monk up into the sky.The bloody mist couldn't stand against the golden light.The sound of fighting gradually came.

Chu Fan in the audience stared closely at the sky, although he couldn't find anything with his strength.

A green light shone all over Chu Fan's body.Between the eyebrows, the yin and yang poles rotate slowly.

On Chu Fan's temples, a few glaring white strands appeared in his jet-black hair.Great derivation, fate.Something that Chu Fan never wants to touch.But it is being used at this moment.

Xuan Ming stayed beside Chu Fan quietly.A broken jade tablet beside him fell to the ground.

"Mr. Useless, the current His Highness the Holy King can't be the opponent of that monster at all." Xuan Ming put his hand on Chu Fan's shoulder, and strong vitality poured into Chu Fan's body.The strands of hair that had turned white returned to their original state.

"What are your chances of winning against that monster?" Chu Fan slowly opened his eyes.He was indeed spying on the outcome of the battle above just now, and the answer he got was no different from what Xuan Ming said.

"If Emperor Xuanwu at his peak comes, there is a [-]% chance of winning." Xuan Ming stared at the sky.The blood-colored mist has gradually gained the upper hand, but the golden light that originally stood against each other has dimmed a lot.

"But I guess there is a glimmer of hope." Chu Fan raised his head and looked at the sky.

The battle in the sky is drawing to a close.The golden light that was originally fighting against the bloody mist completely dissipated.This also means that the monk has been defeated by Qi Jing.

Sure enough, the monk's body slowly fell in the air.

Chu Fan stepped forward and took the monk back.

But he saw that the monk who was originally an extraordinary person was now extremely weak.Blood flowed from the corner of the monk's mouth, and the golden light on his body had completely dissipated.

I am afraid that not even one ten thousandth of the previous momentum is gone.

Qi Jing slowly landed opposite Chu Fan, holding a monk's Zen stick in his hand.Looking at the people in front of him defiantly, it seems that they are already on his plate.

The bloody mist wrapped around Qi Jing's body like a cat catching a mouse. Without the restraint of the monk, Chu Fan and his party became fish on his chopping board.

What a wonderful thing it is to enjoy the process of dying.

Without the restraint of the monks, even if those old guys want to rush over, it may be too late.

The blood-colored mist has slowly enveloped the entire Colosseum, and Chu Fan and others' escape routes are completely blocked.

Xuan Ming stepped forward to block Chu Fan.The aura of the Mahayana period has completely exploded, but in front of Qi Jing today, it is still like stars under the scorching sun, and there is no comparison.

"Xuanwu blood is a good tonic." Qi Jing licked his lips, still not ready to do anything.In his opinion, Chu Fan and the others had no chance to escape, even if there was such a powerful little thing outside.

"Your Highness, Sword Master, long time no see." In Chu Fan's arms, the monk spoke with difficulty, and the blood gushed out the moment he spoke.He was already too old, so old that this world did not have a friend from the past, countless people died in front of him, and countless people came to this world again.

I don't know how many years, what he has been waiting for has finally arrived, and death is a relief for him.

"Are you okay?" Chu Fan tried to seal the monk's wound with spiritual power.But when his spiritual power entered the monk's body, it was swallowed up instantly.

like water off a duck's back!

"It's useless. This body of mine should have disappeared from the world." The monk was very relieved. "The chaos of the gods is coming, and this world will be left to you."

A golden spot of light appeared on the monk.As the light spot rises, the monk's body also fades away.

A golden hexagon fell into Chu Fan's hand, and Xue Feifei's expression flashed with surprise at that moment.

"Darkness, I'm coming" the monk made his final voice.The golden light spots were completely integrated into the hexagon.

"The Seal of the Holy King of Light!" When Qi Jing saw what was in Chu Fan's hand, he could no longer calm down.The figure quickly stepped forward to snatch it.

Xuanming was in front, and the six-pointed star formed.Qi Jing, who was in action, froze for a moment.

But only for that moment, with the strength of the Xuan Ming Mahayana Stage and the power of the Holy Grade Cultivation Technique, it could only trap the current Qi Jing for a moment.

With a palm thrust out, the blood-colored mist moved with it. Xuan Ming's body flew out and hit the wall heavily, using the buffering force to stabilize his body.

Straight through the wall of tens of meters of the Colosseum.

"His Royal Highness the Blood Demon, why are you so impetuous?" Facing Qi Jing who was speeding over, a sneer flashed across Chu Fan's lips.

With the Taixuan sword in hand, Chu Fan's aura rose.Until it is the same as that.

"Sword, sword master?" Qi Jing stopped in front of Chu Fan.Xuan Ming had already sent the members of the Sword League to his small space according to Chu Fan's instructions.

"Long time no see." Chu Fan stroked the Taixuan Sword, and the aura around him merged with that sword.I can't tell which is Taixuan Sword and which is Chu Fan.

Looking at Chu Fan in front of him, Qi Jing's eyes showed anxiety and panic for the first time.

"Impossible, you're dead long ago, dead long ago, even if you can be reborn, how can you now have the power you used to have before!" Qi Jing, oh no, it's a blood demon, shouting.

"Try it, isn't it?" Chu Fan gently pointed Taixuan sword to the ground.Step by step, he walked towards the Gorefiend, and every time he took a step, the aura around him rose by a level.

When he arrived in front of the Blood Demon, it had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Facing Chu Fan like this, the Blood Demon didn't even have the courage to pick up a knife.

(End of this chapter)