"kill!"

Xiao Fan roared, the Shura sword flickered, and one sword was faster than the other. He was obviously only the pinnacle of the Heavenly God Realm, but at this moment, he swept across all directions like an ancient God Realm.

He didn't use any sword moves, nor did he have any magical powers, just one sword and one sword.

However, all the divine beasts that were close to Xiao Fan were torn apart by sword energy.

"The body moves with the sword, and the sword moves with the heart, returning to the original?" The corpse prince horrified Xiao Fan's talent, even in the midst of killing, the sword is still changing.

Move with the sword, and the sword moves with the heart. Perhaps in the low-level realm, many people can do it, but after breaking through the heavenly **** realm, everyone yearns for magical means, and few people are still immersed in this ordinary sword technique.

However, Xiao Fan was one of them. His swordsmanship had reached the point of returning to the basics. The seemingly simple swing of the sword was even more terrifying than supernatural powers.

All this is also due to the transformation of the Shura sword. With the Shura sword today, you can be said to be a part of Xiao Fan, just like your own arm.

However, it was very difficult for him to make every step forward, and those in front of him were all divine beasts above the late stage of the ancient gods.

Fortunately, there were too many divine beasts, and they were relatively small. Xiao Fan quickly interspersed in the gap between divine beasts, and it was only by chance that he had survived until now.

"The prince corpse, have you recovered some strength?" Xiao Fan's expression became more and more serious, and he found that he still underestimated these divine beasts.

Although they are conscious, they are not afraid of death. They will be faithful to their master's orders, and they will guard the altar to the death.

If this continues, the only distance of five feet is really likely to consume them here!

"If you go all out, you should be able to persist for three breaths." The corpse prince nodded and said with a solemn expression.

His body was attacked and wounded by Yu Wenxian, and then killed by the Divine Eagle Beast. He was basically waiting for the end of death, but Xiao Fan saved him.

Now dozens of breaths have passed, and his divine power has recovered a little, but if he wants to go all out, he must unseal the seal in his body, but it will definitely not last long.

"You unblocked it once before, if you unblock it again, there is only one last chance left?" Xiao Fan took a deep breath.

The corpse prince nodded and said without concealing: "After this time, if I unblock it again, the corpse poison in my body can no longer be suppressed."

"If you can leave alive and prepare a few things later, I can help you detoxify." Xiao Fan nodded and said, "As for now, you will unblock it again!"

"Okay!" The corpse prince nodded without hesitation. If he said that he still regarded Xiao Fan as a pure enemy before, then now, he found that Xiao Fan is a respectable opponent!

When the voice fell, the devilish energy on his body was instigated again, and his momentum rose rapidly.

"Sprint!" Xiao Fan shouted, loosening the shoulders of the corpse prince, and then rushed out in front of the corpse prince at the same time.

Without protecting the corpse prince, Xiao Fan immediately felt a lot more relaxed, a strong force surged out of him, and his heart was depressed at this moment.

Swallowing too much Xuanhuang Qi, his speed is greatly restricted at this moment, otherwise, even with the corpse prince, they have already reached the altar.

"kill!"

The two roared at the same time, Xiao Fan holding a sword, and the corpse prince holding a sword, and at the same time, he slashed out, like two angry dragons, like two angry dragons.

The divine eagle beasts that stood in front of them roared angrily and slaughtered them one after another, but they were all shocked by the attacks of Xiao Fan and the corpse prince.

In front of Xiao Fan and the corpse prince, a passage appeared, leading directly to the altar. Xiao Fan seized the opportunity and rushed out with all his strength. After a blow, the aura of the corpse prince wilted again.

At this time, a new divine beast rushed forward, and the passage was rapidly shrinking, and the corpse prince and Xiao Fan changed colors at the same time.

"Xiao Fan, you go first!" The corpse prince made a decisive decision. He could not escape with all his strength.

On the contrary, Xiao Fan, if at full speed, he can pass, but the corpse prince is in trouble.

"We are also comrades-in-arms, aren't we?" Xiao Fan grinned and took a deep breath. Xiao Fan suddenly grabbed the corpse prince's shoulder again, and threw him down the passage with all his strength.

"Xiao Fan!" The corpse prince yelled. He obviously didn't expect that Xiao Fan would save himself again and give him the chance to survive?

The corpse prince's eyes were full of unbelief. Could it be that Xiao Fan was really afraid that he would die, and then the Heavenly Corpse Sect would attack Youyun Mansion?

There is such a possibility, but if Xiao Fan himself died here, what does everything in Youyun Mansion mean to him?

With a bang, the corpse prince smashed onto the altar, and the surrounding sacred beasts roared and roared at him, but none of them dared to step on the altar.

However, when the corpse prince was not surprised, he was extremely gloomy. Looking back, he found that the passage had disappeared, and Xiao Fan was once again surrounded by divine beasts.

"Xiao Fan, my corpse prince has never owed anyone in his life, don't worry, as long as I can leave alive, I will definitely not let Youyun Mansion be destroyed!" The corpse prince gritted his teeth, his eyes glowing scarlet.

The corpse prince was saved by Xiao Fan twice, and his heart was grateful to Xiao Fan from the bottom of his heart.

Especially Xiao Fan actually sacrificed himself in order to save him, which he had never expected.

"You said this!"

Suddenly, a slightly weak voice sounded, and the corpse prince suddenly raised his head, but saw a group of horses rushing out from the front, and several divine carving beasts were beheaded by sword energy.

Immediately afterwards, a **** figure rushed out of the ruins of the few divine beasts, and appeared on the altar, and then the whole person lay directly on the altar, panting, as if desperately breathing for the last breath .

"Xiao, Brother Xiao!" The corpse prince opened his eyes wide, and looked at the person in front of him in surprise. He had no idea that Xiao Fan would be able to make a way out.

"Hehe, don't be too happy, we haven't gotten out of danger yet." Xiao Fan grinned, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body was extremely tragic, with scars everywhere.

On his chest and back, he could see the dense white bones. At this moment, the immortal state of the peak of the Heavenly God Realm was powerful.

When Xiao Fan was running the endless battle tome, the scars on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But what Xiao Fan didn't know was that after his blood had penetrated into the lines below, it suddenly spread quickly along the lines, and the **** lines seemed to have come alive completely.

Compared to before, the **** pattern on the altar turned faster, and the **** pattern exuded a blazing light.

"Brother Xiao, look?" The corpse prince screamed, suddenly stood up, and looked at the **** pattern at his feet in surprise.

Xiao Fan frowned and sat up with difficulty. He was also surprised when he saw that the divine patterns around him were running at an extremely fast speed.

Especially when his eyes saw the blood in the gods, Xiao Fan was even more astonished: "That's my blood? What inspired my blood?"

He had seen it very clearly before, and a lot of the blood of the corpse prince also flowed into those lines, but the gods did not respond.

But when his blood flowed in, the **** pattern at his feet changed. "Is this dust-free palace really related to the Shura clan?" Xiao Fan thought to himself.