Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1075 Qingfeng Unsheathed
The sound of the ground shaking was like thunder in spring, and many people looked at Yang Jun who was smashed into the deep pit, and they were all stunned.

And when they reacted, Qiqi looked at Lu Feng again, the shock in their hearts was no longer enough to express in words.

The person lying in the deep pit is a strong man in the holy realm, although it is only a lower holy realm.

"This Lu Feng"

Bingtuhe was dumbfounded.

He also didn't expect the result to be like this, this Lu Feng was obviously pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"This trash!"

Zichen looked at Yang Jun who was like a dead dog, and cursed secretly.

He couldn't understand Yang Jun's strength very well. Although he was sanctified two years ago with the help of the holy source, he was so shocked that he lost so miserably without even finding out the details of the opponent.

Lu Feng's expression was calm. He had beheaded several saints. This Yang Jun was far worse than the Eagle Tooth Saint, so he cupped his hands at Zichen and said, "I don't know who else will try next? I, Lu Feng, will count all of them." That's next."

With his sharp edge exposed, Lu Feng at this moment is as sharp and unstoppable as a green sharp edge out of its scabbard.

"Lu Feng!"

Zichen clenched his palms tightly and looked at Lu Feng with hatred.

These words were obviously meant for him. He was the one who provoked Lu Feng earlier and scolded Lu Feng as an ant.

And right now, if he was afraid in front of a quasi-sage, wouldn't it mean that Zichen was not as good as an ant under the eyes of everyone.

No matter what, no outsider should be allowed to get close to the holy princess who is regarded as a goddess in the hearts of many Zibing Dynasty prides.

"I, Zichen, took it."

Purple brilliance came out from under his feet, the mighty holy power swept like a storm, and the palm of his hand was like a dreamy amethyst.

Just this move shows that his strength is more than one step stronger than Yang Jun.

Bingtuhe squinted his eyes, and Zichen was named one of the five great sage generals of the younger generation of the Zibing Dynasty. It would be interesting to see how capable this Lu Feng from Tianfu State is to attract the favor of the Holy Princess.

"Purple light divides the sky!"

As soon as Zichen made a move, there was a shocking vision.

A ferocious aura permeated the space, his palm was like a knife, and the void split in two. The soaring evil pressure shot towards Lu Feng, and a burst of extreme brilliance shot away.

This Zichen is really extraordinary, he is actually a place where a sea of ​​blood has evolved into a sea of ​​corpses.

But to Lu Feng, this kind of attack is extremely ridiculous. He stretched his palm forward to make his phantom disappear, and came to Zichen's figure like lightning, and kicked him away.

"I'm not that trash like Yang Jun."

Seeing Lu Feng attacking, Zichen sneered.

There are also three, six, and nine classes in the lower holy realms. Yang Jun can deal with ten quasi-sage third realms at most, but he can deal with a group of them.

"Purple Lotus Sky Light Walk!"

Using the Purple Lotus Sky Light Step, lotuses grew under his feet, moving in the void.

The purple light is as dense as the sea, and the majestic power is rapidly condensed in the palm, turning into a purple lotus, spinning crazily towards the landing peak.

Lu Feng stood quietly in the field. Although this Zichen was young, his offensive was extremely fierce. However, Lu Feng was able to kill him with his current strength. He wrapped his fist around the dragon pattern, burst out a shocking dragon roar, and shook away with a violent posture .

The branch of purple lotus exploded suddenly with the blow of the fist, but in an instant, hundreds of incomparably sharp beams of light were separated.

However, Lu Feng's reaction was so fast, the spiritual force of Heavenly Tribulation formed a huge net of countless crystal silk threads around it just as the light spin shot out.

These huge nets enveloped the light spin, and a more overbearing force annihilated it.

"Heavenly Tribulation Spiritual Power"

Binghetu was surprised, the difficulty for a martial artist to cultivate his spiritual power to such a level is only a little weaker than that of becoming a saint.

At this time, the two had exchanged dozens of strokes like lightning outside the city gate.

But the result was shocking.

Lu Feng seemed to be able to defuse the attack from Zichen like a step in the courtyard.

"Brother Lu Feng, beat him hard, let's take my sister-in-law back!"

Lan Xinyue waved her small fist in cheers.

Xiaohu also echoed: "Xinyue is right. In front of Lu Feng, this kind of trash who only shouts is like a punch."

"My Lord Wu will help you dig."

Just as Wu Chi was about to say something, he suddenly felt a killing intent coming from Binghetu, and immediately shrank his neck.

"Shut up for me!"

These voices were like flies, making Zichen even more angry.

As one of the five great generals, instead of using thunder to deal with this outsider, he was forced into this situation, and his heart became more and more irritated.

Zichen fought again, and he displayed the power of the sanctuary that crushed the quasi-sages.

The holy image is a huge lotus flower that suppresses the heaven and the earth.

He didn't care about the sanctuary of the lower sanctuary, Lu Feng's dharma form phantom moved with him, and defeated it with one blow.

"Da Cang Holy Light Hand!"

Seeing that even Sanctuary couldn't do anything to Lu Feng, Zichen looked ferocious, and pushed forward with both hands.

As if it was a palm blasted from ancient times, Zichen tried his best this time, and the powerful holy energy in his body urged it with all his strength, which made this palm even more powerful to the extreme.

The clothes rattled, and the gust of wind slapped his face like a knife.

This Dacang Holy Light Hand is the ancient saint-level martial art of the Zibing Dynasty, and it is also the famous martial art of the Ice Ancestor, and Zichen is quite ready to use it.

"Immortal Creation Palm"

Under the guidance of the Dark Demon Lord for several months, Lu Feng is only a stone's throw away from the quasi-sages and three saints. The power of good fortune swayed by the immortal palm has the ability to turn the world upside down.

Looking at the huge palm print entwined with the green dragon, one after another trembling eyes cast away, this kind of fluctuation can make even the lower saints feel afraid.

"boom!"

When many thoughts flashed through everyone's minds, the two palms had already struck with a wave that opened up the world. Even though the strong wind it set off was protected by the Holy Land of the Glacier Map, it still destroyed the land within several miles into a mess.

The Immortal Good Fortune Palm possessed the power of good fortune, and with its domineering posture of turning the world around, it split open the Dacang Holy Light Hand in just an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the light of the five fingers shrunk rapidly, fiercely imprinting on Zichen's chest.

As if struck by lightning, Zichen, who is a lower holy realm, shot backwards like a kite, gushing out a mouthful of blood from his heart.

Lu Feng glanced at him coldly, and said, "It seems that you can't stop me from seeing Princess Sheng."

Hearing Lu Feng's words like a knife's edge, and being defeated in front of the crowd, Zichen was so angry that he tapped his fingers dozens of times on his body.

Accompanied by the spurts of dozens of blood arrows, his aura soared crazily. Immediately, he twisted his face and said ferociously: "You, an outsider, also want to see the Holy Princess. I, Zichen, will destroy you first!"

This is the secret method of the Zibing Dynasty. Although it does great damage to the body, it also makes Zichen's strength extremely strong.

At this moment, he raised his hands like claws like a mad wolf, and shot towards Lu Feng.

"boom!"

Lu Feng's face was indifferent, he still underestimated Zichen's ruthlessness.

But no one can stop him from going to the ten-year agreement. His figure does not hide or dodge, and the thousand dragon patterns soar into the air. The huge power contained in the palm makes the space as fragile as paper. Stop Zichen's forward figure.

The next moment, Lu Feng grabbed Zichen's neck with his palm, let his feet off the ground, and lifted him up into the air.

(End of this chapter)