The Steward Demonic Emperor - 1253. Chapter 1253

Shoo!

In a gloomy forest, Zhuo Fan waited at the designated place for a long time. Suddenly two bursts of air sounded. Li Jingtian and Qiu Yanhai suddenly appeared in front of Zhuo Fan with Chu Qingcheng, and respectfully said: “Steward Zhuo!”

“Don’t be polite!”

With a hurried wave of his hand, Zhuo Fan didn’t look at them, but turned to look at Chu Qingcheng, who was already looking lonely. After understanding her feelings, after a little pondering, he said with relief: “Qingcheng, it’s already like this, you just Don’t be sad anymore, it’s all over!”

Looking at him with red eyes, Chu Qingcheng suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart, and rushed into Zhuo Fan’s arms, his eyes were already moist: “Zhuo Fan, I have no relatives now. I have no father and no mother. Murderer, I…I…”

“Okay, don’t be sad, don’t you still have me!”

Patting her back lightly, Zhuo Fan sighed for a while, and comforted: “That old aunt is pretending to be benevolent. You can see the truth. It is good to leave her. I will do my best to deal with her in the future. How can I help you achieve it?”

The body stagnated, Chu Qingcheng hesitated, but did not speak.

Knowing her thoughts, even if Yan Huang treated her badly, at any rate, it was the kindness of nurturing and mentoring for hundreds of years that it was impossible for her to draw a line in one breath.

However, Zhuo Fan had already achieved his goal if they could break the relationship between their master and apprentice. Previously, due to Chu Qingcheng’s current relationship with Emperor Yan, Zhuo Fan couldn’t help but restrain his actions. From now on, he never had this concern anymore.

Even after Zhuo Fan killed the old woman, although Chu Qingcheng did not support it, he would not oppose it anymore.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan patted Chu Qingcheng’s back again, then handed her to Li Jingtian and the others, and comforted: “You should follow them to our Luo family and settle down first, lest you get caught by the boy surnamed Meng and force you. Bring back.”

Nodding slightly, Chu Qingcheng did not support, but he was very obedient. After all, Zhuo Fan is now her only support.

“You must escort Miss Chu back safely, without error!”

“Yes!”

Finally, they urged Li Jingtian and the other two again, and they bowed again, gently lifted Chu Qingcheng’s arm, swished, and held her to disappear in an instant, and left here.

Seeing their backs gradually disappearing, Zhuo Fan’s mouth crossed with a satisfied smile.

A quarter of an hour later, a stream of light flashed across the sky, and Meng Xiaofeng looked around for traces of spiritual pressure, gritted his teeth, and was full of anger: “Damn bastard, deliberately going around in circles, trying to confuse this son. Humph, this son is not going to be fooled, surely. After catching you and smashing the corpses into pieces, we will retake Qingcheng!”

Huh!

However, he mumbled all the way forward, but a black shadow flashed by, and immediately stopped in front of him. The body suddenly paused, stopped, and looked around, but saw that the person was not someone else, no doubt Zhuo Fan, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

“Master Saint, where are you going to go?” Zhuo Fan smiled respectfully with his fists.

Shaking his face fiercely, Meng Xiaofeng yelled: “You bastard thing, get out of here, it’s none of your business!”

“Serving Lord Sage is within my equal division. Lord, might as well talk about what is important, maybe I can help you?”

“My son is a sage. The whole sanctuary calls for rain and wind. I still need your help? Get out of here, or I’m not polite. Don’t think that you can hold on to Lao Tzu by holding a bit of our handle. Lao Tzu Although it may not kill you, there are so many ways to make you worse than death!”

“Oh, this way, I really want to see it, open my eyes, ha ha ha…” With a wicked smile, Zhuo Fan’s mouth was ridiculed, his arms were in front of him, and he stood calmly in the air and stood in the air. Stop him, not let him pass.

Brows trembled fiercely, Meng Xiaofeng was already violent with anger: “Okay, this is what you asked for, toast without eating and drinking fine wine, looking for death, hum!”

call!

As soon as the voice fell, the wind was surging. Meng Xiaofeng’s body shook violently, and the mighty saint’s aura was like a towering mountain, and pressed against Zhuo Fan fiercely. That terrifying coercion, even the heavens and the earth trembled, the general imperial-level masters would be severely injured when they were hit.

However, Zhuo Fan still stood there quietly, with a calm smile on his face forever. A black air circulated around his body like a whirlpool, and the pressure of the saint disappeared instantly, as if it had been absorbed.

“How… how is it possible?”

The pupils couldn’t stop shrinking fiercely, and Meng Xiaofeng was taken aback: “A mere ant can actually… Hey, aren’t you in the Qi Gathering Realm? How could it be possible to fly in the air?”

With a wicked laugh, Zhuo Fan no longer concealed it, and said leisurely: “If it is really a gathering state, let alone flying in the sky, even your half-point power can’t be stopped, let alone the coercion of Mount Tai just now. , I’m already crushed to pieces, how can I still chat with you about my life here, ha ha ha…”

“You… have been hiding your strength?”

It finally dawned on him that Meng Xiaofeng couldn’t help being taken aback, and his expression gradually became serious: “Then what level of cultivation are you?”

“It’s easy to say, the peak of the emperor rank!”

“Hmph, that’s the case. Although it’s not low anymore, it’s still not enough in front of my son!”

Hearing this, Meng Xiaofeng’s heart felt a lot more relaxed, and then showed a madness, waved his hand, and shouted: “Then you dare to stand in the way here, get out of my way!”

With that said, Meng Xiaofeng had already stepped on his feet, rushing towards Zhuo Fan, his whole body was violent, as if he was about to smash everything in front of him. With the skill of the saint, it is definitely an overwhelming advantage to compete with the imperial cultivator. Unfortunately, what he encountered today was not an ordinary imperial powerhouse.

puff!

With a muffled noise, Meng Xiaofeng slammed into it violently, as if he was against a copper wall and iron wall, and stopped suddenly, unable to rush through.

Eyes shook fiercely, Meng Xiaofeng’s heart was horrified, and when he looked up, he saw that one of his arms was firmly holding the iron claw, and the owner of the iron claw was the emperor in front of him. Rank powerhouse, Zhuo Fan!

How can it be?

Meng Xiaofeng screamed in his heart, his face trembling strangely.

Only one hand can stop this young man’s body. This is definitely not the emperor’s ability to do…

bump!

However, before he could finish his thoughts, Zhuo Fan’s unicorn arm just flicked slightly, and instantly shook him up to a kilometer away, and turned a few somersaults in the air before he stopped. However, the expression he looked at Zhuo Fan was much heavier.

“Where are you… holy?”

“Luo’s housekeeper, Zhuo Fan!” The corner of his mouth curled up, Zhuo Fan was always so calm and confident, and even his surroundings seemed to have been infected by him, like a windless water surface, becoming extremely static.

However, all this fell into the eyes of Meng Xiaofeng, but it was even more terrifying. So calm and breezy to block himself in this place, his strength is really unfathomable.

Before, I really underestimated him!

The brows were shaking uncontrollably, Meng Xiaofeng looked at Zhuo Fan’s eyes more solemnly, his fists tightened, and he finally got serious.

Holy Body!

With a loud shout in his heart, Meng Xiaofeng’s body shook suddenly, but seeing the dazzling white light lit up, a giant man with a figure of hundreds of feet suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, behind the eight divine swords, exuding the sky and the earth. Sharp air. Meng Xiaofeng raised his head proudly, standing at the center of the giant’s eyebrows, staring at Zhuo Fan below.

Cang screamed, clanging burst.

The giant with both hands suddenly pulled out two shining divine swords from behind. From a distance, it is as if a god is present in the world.

The Emperor Yan, who had just settled down and was knocked out of his disciple, couldn’t help being surprised when he saw the situation here.

Lord Sage actually even made his own condensed sage giant, it seems that the opponent who took the Allure abducted and waited for a while…

Huh!

A sword seemed to split the sky, and the blade pointed straight at Zhuo Fan: “If you are the pinnacle of the emperor rank, you should know the difference between the saint and the emperor rank. Your emperor heaven seal is not in front of my holy body. It’s a little useful. If you know, you will return Chu Qingcheng, otherwise there will be countless ways to shut you up, the entire Luo family, and the Demon Emperor!”

“Oh, is it so?”

Raising his brows, Zhuo Fan chuckles unconsciously, and slowly raises his unicorn arm, the battle intent in his eyes is already burning: “So sorry, although we have no hatred and no resentment, but we dare to stare at the allure. It’s better to deal with it early. Maybe you don’t know it yourself. In fact, when I was in Minghai, I deliberately took care of you, but unfortunately I never had a chance. But now…hehe, you are really here!”

His pupils flicked, and Meng Xiaofeng angrily smiled: “Take care of me? It’s a big tone. That son should see, how do you, the emperor, treat me as a saint?”

boom!

As soon as the voice fell, Meng Xiaofeng had already ruthlessly smashed the two giant swords at Zhuo Fan’s forehead, with such a powerful prestige that he destroyed the world. The sky and the earth are surging, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, and there is a chaotic sound of apocalypse.

However, it is very strange that Zhuo Fan’s one-acre three-quarters of land around Zhuo Fan is still calm, as if not disturbed by the outside world at all.

When the two sword blades had all come to Zhuo Fan’s face door, his eyes condensed, a light punch, and a quick forward blow.

Kirin Domination Fist, go out!

Rumbling…

With a punch, the world will be destroyed, and the world will be shattered!

As soon as Meng Xiaofeng’s two sword fronts encountered Zhuo Fan’s fist strength, they suddenly exploded under a dazzling red light. The sword’s edge shattered inch by inch, and as the surrounding space collapsed one by one, the pitch-black space cracks rushing around like ocean waves, and that terrifying force of fists instantly arrived in front of Meng Xiaofeng’s giant body. Before he could react, he would With a touch, he passed through without delay.

Suddenly, the chest of the saint was pierced with a large hole with a radius of kilometers. The huge body shook for a moment, and with a clatter, it spread out and disappeared.

Meng Xiaofeng puffed out, spit out a mouthful of red, and fell to the ground feebly, his face was already pale…