Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1257 Too bad

The sudden attack shocked the audience, and Fang Rong's inscription pattern cultivation was comparable to that of a golden saint, this long-planned sneak attack was fatal to Lu Feng at this moment.

The power of the nine gray dragons is cold and gloomy.

"Damn it, she is still as rebellious as Nangong Lingna, and she doesn't pay attention to rules when doing things."

Yuankong Jinzuo's face darkened.

But no amount of anger is useless, it's just a moment, nine gray dragons spewed cold beams of light from their mouths and bombarded Lu Feng one after another.

The power overwhelmed Lu Feng, and Fang Rong's mouth curled up. He didn't see the former use his strength to defend, and in this way, even if he endured it, this test would also end in elimination.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, daring to compete with Fang Rong for glory, that's what happened.

However, when the violent fluctuation dissipated, the expected scene did not appear, and Lu Feng still stood firmly on the spot.

Judging from the aura emitted, there was no serious injury as Fang Rong guessed, it was just slightly embarrassed.

"What method did you use to resist?!"

Fang Rong was startled and furious, the attack launched with the help of the formation was difficult for saints in the upper holy realm to resist, unless it was in the holy realm of Dzogchen, it could be ignored.

"This Lu Feng must have used other forces. According to the rules, he should be eliminated."

Not far away, Sheng Yan's face was cold and cold, and at this moment he was throwing stones at Lu Feng, and according to Kong Xuanzi's instructions, he must not be allowed to proceed to the next round.

Hearing all the doubts in the room, Lu Feng stared at Fang Rong coldly, and said to Yuankong Jinzuo: "I want to resist passively with my own physical strength. This should not be considered a violation of the rules."

His physical body has reached the peak of Zhenxuan, and he has truly sublimated to a holy body in the holy robbery of martial arts. He can completely resist the bombardment of the power of the upper holy realm.

This formidable power also made Master Yuankong look sideways. The cultivation of the physical body is much more difficult than spiritual power and martial arts. After pondering for a long time: "If it is just resistance, it is indeed not a violation of the rules. "

His words were very authoritative, which immediately made Fang Rong speechless, and could only stare at Lu Feng with a gloomy expression.

However, he didn't continue to make shots. It's not yet the final battle for the golden seat, and the best opportunity has already been discarded.

Besides, Lu Feng's inscription pattern attainment has also reached a high level, if he fights to the death, he will only benefit others in the end.

Although he is supercilious, he is not stupid.

"When it comes to the final competition for the golden seat, I will let you lose completely."

Fang Rong was unwilling to reconcile, so he said a harsh word.

"Don't you think it's too stupid to say this kind of thing? The competition for the golden seat master is not more fierce than anyone else's mouth."

What Lu Feng has always believed in is that the only way to break through the obstacles in front of him is with a strong fist, and the flame in his eyes is as bright as a fire diamond.

His holy will climbed up like a vast sky, pressing down on Fang Rong, making him face inexplicably frightened.

He is not the kind of person who swallows it when he suffers. When Fang Rong slowly backed away, a coldness raged.

Lu Feng suddenly drew a finger, and an invisible wave spread out. Suddenly, the light shone brightly at the opponent's feet, and a huge broadsword pierced from his crotch.

Subconsciously, Fang Rong wanted to resist with the power of martial arts.

But suddenly, he realized something was wrong, and quickly carved out the formation, and a dark wall rose up.

"boom!"

The broad sword was too sharp, it cut through the dark wall, and then slashed at Fang Rong's back.

There was a sound of the clothes being torn, and Fang Rong's clothes were shattered into pieces in front of everyone, revealing his bare back. When he brushed his head, half of his hair was cut off, revealing half of his glorious forehead.

That appearance made everyone startled for a moment, and then laughed wildly. Fang Rong like this was as funny as he could be.

"Lu Feng!"

Realizing his embarrassment, Fang Rong changed his clothes in lightning speed, and then touched his forehead, which originally had a head of handsome long hair, with a violent and distorted expression.

Although the hair can grow quickly after reaching the power of the holy realm, the shame cannot be erased.

Lu Feng had no expression on his face, wondering how he could play sneak attack without paying some price.

The fingers slowly sketched, and the brilliance gathered, as if the door of time and space had been opened wide, and the raging waves came majesticly.

After suffering a dark loss, Fang Rong no longer dared to underestimate him, he made a gesture with his fingers, and a wriggling gray mist appeared. There seemed to be countless changes, and countless terrifying figures appeared.

Each path represents a different essence of power.

"Although Nangong Ling does things unscrupulously, his inscription pattern talent is the best in the past and present. This should be the technique of transforming saints created by him, condensing the traces of the holy way in this world."

Yuankong Jinzuo stared at Fang Rong intently. Although he didn't like Nangong Ling, he still had to admire him at this point.

If it weren't for Nangong Lingtian's rebellious nature, his Inscription Pattern Guild would be even stronger than it is now.

"An inscription pattern formation that I have never seen before, interesting."

Lu Feng groaned, moved forward, and a rainbow bridge exuding crystal light appeared, and he stepped forward, using the inscription patterns to transform his palms, and bombarded him away.

Fang Rong screamed, the power of the figure was like a tide, tearing the sky with terror, causing countless vortexes, as if it could swallow everything.

Lu Feng's power was blasted away, and he was directly swallowed.

But Lu Feng was not annoyed at all. He developed the technique of inscription patterns to his heart's content to perfect his holy way, and found that his understanding of the middle holy realm was getting deeper and deeper, and he seemed to be able to break through at any time

Seeing Lu Feng who seemed to be suppressed, Fang Rong bombarded him even more vigorously.

"My holy way is eclectic and inclusive."

Lu Feng gained a lot of insight, and after a long time, he was satisfied and showed a thoughtful smile.

Fang Rong was a little confused, and said coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Thank you for giving me the enlightenment of the holy way." Lu Feng smiled lightly.

But after speaking, his eyes swept around, the final round of assessment was settled, and the final 36 people had been decided.

"You were playing with me just now!"

Fang Rong trembled all over, his face extremely ferocious.

Master, as Nangong Ling Gusheng, he is the most talented person with inscription patterns, and has been shrouded in various noble auras, but now he is repeatedly slumped in Lu Feng's hands.

Immediately, anger almost ignited into the sky.

"Lu Feng is too bad. Master Wu just looks at it and relieves his anger. This is the real madness." Wu Chi slapped his hands and laughed.

Hearing this, Xiao Guo tugged at Mo Ling's sleeve, wrinkled her nose and said, "Who told Fang Rong to be so arrogant, he deserves it for being so mad."

"This round of assessment is settled, and the next one is the real Golden Throne assessment. Fang Rong obviously hasn't exhausted all his strength, and the opponent behind him is not easy to deal with. I hope that Junior Brother Lu Feng can protect the last one left by Master. glory"

Chu Yunsong did not feel much joy because of this.

He clearly knew that this round of assessment was just a small test, and the real difficulty was yet to come.

At this moment, the battlefield transformed by the Myriad Divine Map dissipated, and a more grand spectacle evolved in the void at a deeper level, which seemed to be eternal and full of light, and an ancient voice of fighting against the galaxy suddenly sounded.

"Golden seat contender, board Vientiane Sky!"

(End of this chapter)