Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

Liu Qianjue seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, but the killing intent projected from his eyes was as real as it was, and it was heart palpitating.

No return to the swordsman, this name, but Liu Qian Juesheng killed him! Ten years ago, Liu Qianjue was almost famous in the world, and no one knew it. Now, although his strength has fallen, his vision is still there.

With the vision of the pinnacle of the stratum, coupled with decades of experience, arrogant as Liu Qianjue, how could he put the young man in front of him who was said to be the early stage of the stratum in his eyes?

If placed ten years ago, a master of this kind of strength would not even be worthy of giving him Liu Qianjue shoes! Now, Liu Qianjue rushed thousands of miles from the capital to the East China Sea for this young man. In Liu Qianjue's eyes, it was a great honor for the young man in front of him to die in the hands of such a prosperous self.

"You are not my enemy! Let's make your own decisions!"

Holding the treasured sword, Liu Qianjue, the no-returning swordsman, stood there coldly, with an aloof expression, an incomparably terrifying aura, but it gradually condensed through the body, making it breathless.

After the stratum, one step at a time, in the middle stage, the masters of the early stage can be easily crushed, and Liu Qianjue, but the later stage!

The strength gap is like a cloud of mud, and coupled with a sword in hand, how can Xu Fan be undefeated?

At this moment, Liu Qianjue coldly held the treasured sword, waiting for Xu Fan's response.

However, to Liu Qian's surprise, Xu Fan neither showed fear nor panicked in his eyes. He looked around the escape route. On the contrary, there was a faint excitement in those dark eyes. The color.

It is like a lion seeing a sheep, and a hunter seeing its prey. That is the excitement from the bones.

"The enemy of Yihe? If I insist on unbeaten Yihe in your hands, how about you ruling yourself?"

There was brilliance flashing in the jet black eyes, Xu Fan tightened slightly, but there was a nonchalant look on his face.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" Liu Qianjue snorted coldly. At this moment, his eyes were full of anger. The descendants of the early stage of the stratum, Liu Qianjue didn't know how much he had fallen ten years ago. Some people dare to speak to themselves like this.

Undefeated within one union, self-determined? Although this kind of remarks caught the loopholes in his own words, it sounded like a bit of ridicule, which made Liu Qianjue's eyes completely cold.

Like a raging lion, the surging internal force swelled out, with silver clothes and silver hair, rising without wind, and hunting.

Suddenly, Liu Qianjue's toes touched the ground a little, and the whole person turned into lightning, rushing directly towards Xu Fan.

At the same time, Liu Qianjue was in the middle of the road, with a wave of a treasured sword in his hand, a flash of cold light, but it was like a prairie fire, a wave of momentum like a sea wave, following the cold light straight toward Xu Fan.

"So strong!" Xu Fan's heart rushed, but his fighting spirit was even more vigorous. Lifting the Sutra of the Hanging Pot, the Spirit Snake quietly slipped out of his hands, a blow that was already ready to go.

Liu Qianjue was ten steps away from Xu Fan. In front of the masters of the tiers, ten steps were a mere instant. But at this instant, Liu Qianjue suddenly felt cold in his heart, and his entire back was instantly drenched in cold sweat. Thoroughly, a strong sense of alertness emerged spontaneously.

"That dagger is a spiritual weapon?" Liu Qianjue was horrified, looking at the spirit snake in Xu Fan's hand. He wanted to shrink back, but he didn't return to the swordsman. Now that the sword has been swung, the sword has become powerful, and then retreat. Yu broke his arm!

Shaking his teeth, Liu Qian would not retreat, but went in instead, with the sword in his hand burning like a magma heat wave, and he went straight to Xu Fan.

Ding!

The treasure knife and the dagger collided, and the two breaths burst open. Under Liu Qianjue's blow, the momentum was powerful, several times the internal strength of Xu Fan, directly blasting Xu Fan back.

But Liu Qianjue was also uncomfortable. The dagger obviously hit the treasure knife, but Liu Qianjue's chest was marked with a thrilling blood hole. This is still Liu Qianjue's experience, and he realized it was wrong. He twisted his figure forcibly, and escaped the blow that should have been scratched on the neck.

Tick ​​tick.

The blood dripped happily on the ground, making a crisp sound, Liu Qianjue's eyes were as cold as a beast, and terrifying.

But at this moment, Xu Fan seemed to be unable to see the killing intent in Liu Qianjue's eyes, and mocked Liu Qianjue, "I can't beat me in one blow. You really can't think about it. You have to judge yourself? Why did you scratch your chest? One knife?"

The two of them had only been on the verge of breaking out, but at this moment they seemed to be jealous of each other, staring at each other coldly, but no one took it easily.

The masters brought by Liu Qianjue, who were a dozen or so in the field, all showed horror at this moment.

Who is Liu Qianjue? These people couldn't be more clear. Although Liu Qianjue regressed after being seriously injured, he couldn't reach the peak of the stratum again in ten years, but the vision was there after all, and the realm of the later stage, It was enough to crush the young man on the opposite side.

But with a single blow, the ending was beyond everyone's expectation. Liu Qianjue actually fell in the dark? What's the matter with that wound?

"Boy! Who are you on earth?"

Unexpectedly, Liu Qianjue didn't directly act on Xu Fan, but looked at Xu Fan with a solemn expression, "Where did you get this dagger?"

Liu Qianjue once participated in the campaign to encircle and suppress the Sun's family. Although he was defeated by Sun Feifei's father, Sun Mo, so that his realm was regressed, Liu Qianjue saw the arrival of a master of the heavens that day.

In the impression, the sky-ranked master has a long sword in his hand, and the breath fluctuations from that long sword are exactly the same as this dagger!

Liu Qianjue has understood something in the past ten years, that kind of thing has surpassed the magic weapon that he usually sees, but has become a spiritual weapon! For the ground-level masters, even the sky-level masters, there is a huge increase!

How precious is this kind of thing? Liu Qianjue spent his entire life and only saw it once in the hands of the heavenly master!

Now, it is here Xu Fan, once again seeing the spirit of the spirit.

"If I said I did it myself, would you believe it?" Xu Fan casually played with the snake in his hand, seemingly indifferent, making it hard to tell whether what he said was true or false.

Liu Qianjue lowered his head, and an extremely greedy expression flashed through his eyes. It was self-evident how precious the spirit tool was and how valuable it could be in the hands of the strong.

Now, Liu Qianjue can't let go of the dagger in Xu Fan's hands anyway!

At the same time, Liu Qianjue quietly changed his previous thoughts and ideas. Killing Xu Fan didn't make much sense. It would be better to take Xu Fan away and ask about the origin of the spirit weapon. Maybe this is an opportunity for the strong rise of the Liu family...