All Chapters of Supreme Emperor of Swords: Chapter 1191 - Chapter 1200

"Damn it!" Ding Hao attacked the tactical deployment with all his strength, but he couldn't break it in a short time.He could only watch as the fire artificer enter Zhang Fan's body little by little, and the surrounding dark power, like a whale sucking water, all went deep into Zhang Fan's body. Zhang Fan's expression began to gradually become stiff and then twisted little by little. There were ink-colored stripes on the surface of his skin, which looked like tattoos."Ah, what a perfect body! Although so many great eras have passed, it's worth it!"Zhang Fan's body began to move slowly, and his movements were a little stiff. At the same time, his eyes changed. His originally simple and mellow eyes became fierce and ferocious. With the mysterious black blood-like patterns wandering on the surface of his skin, his temperament had changed greatly, and he no longer looked like the man he was."Haha, hahahaha..."T

"Humph, ignorant junior, do you think I will be trapped so easily..." Hades True Immortal sneered, but soon his expression began to freeze. He was stunned, and the next moment, he seemed to suddenly become extremely shocked and roared, "Xuan Tianzong, you old dog, you..."Hades True Immortal was shocked to find that his divine soul had been imprisoned by this body, which was far beyond his expectation. At this time, it was impossible for him to get out of Zhang Fan's body.What he found harder to believe was that in addition to himself, there were three other souls in the body. They were fighting for control of the body. Once he lost control of Zhang Fan's body, his Zhang Fan would really be refined.What was worse, under the suppression of Ding Hao's Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram, he could not mobilize the dark power to destroy the other souls in the body. In this state, he was really the weakest."As I said, I'm very clear a

Ding Hao, the Divine Emperor of the Saber and Sword, came back again and set off endless waves in the Heaven Path world.It was hard to imagine how powerful Ding Hao had become after a century-long golden Lightning Disaster. At the very least, no one in the world dared to provoke him anymore.In the next year or two, the legend that Ding Hao absorbed the tribulation light of the golden sea of thunder and made the ten supreme masters enter the Eternal Realm spread between heaven and earth. Countless people were envious. Eternity was a forever dream, the ultimate attainment of the martial arts world. Countless incredible people could not reach the Eternal Realm in their lifetime. However, the ten supreme masters achieved it because of Ding Hao's words. It was simply a skyrocketing rise.The masters of the Immortal Tao, such as the Pig Immortal, the Great Ape King, and Wen Duoqing, had climbed the Sword-hidden Peak one after another and sat

This winter, the Demon Clan stirred up trouble again.It was unlike what happened in previous years when the Demon Clan had only attacked some remote villages and sent out fierce beasts and demonic beasts as the main troops.This time, the Demon Clan not only dispatched a large number of Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals but even Demon Commanders, Demon Princes, and Demon Kings. The location of the attack was not limited to the small border cities. They also intended to attack the areas under the jurisdiction of the nine major sects.In just half a month, the Demon Clan's territory in Snow Province continued to expand, and its forces were also growing rapidly, led by the Ten Great Demon Tribes.Up to now, thousands of disciples of dozens of sects in Snow Province had died in the turmoil launched by the Demon Clan. Many small sects had been destroyed in an instant. As for ordinary humans, they had suffered countless casualtie

In the Western Desert. Under the scorching sun. In the boundless desert.This was supposed to be a world of death, but now it was full of vitality.On the barren land, large and small golden pagodas were well-arranged, like chess pieces made of gold, scattered on the vast and boundless chessboard, the Western Desert.Wild winds kicked up the yellow sand, causing a sandstorm to spring up. Within the sandstorm were countless pilgrims, who were walking haltingly.They were wrapped in white cloth, and their heads and faces were tightly wrapped. In the sandstorm, they walk, knelt, and prostrated in an extremely pious manner.Among the tens of thousands of devout believers kowtowing, a figure in a cyan shirt was particularly prominent.The man was tall and straight, and his every move showed the demeanor of a supreme power master. Compared with the others, he exuded another kind of aura, which made people