Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 200 Turning the Situation [Second Update]

When Master Luo finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Lu Feng.

In that test, Lu Feng's mental power was as high as [-]th rank, so he might be the only one who can take the last spot.

"You don't think the last place is this brat?"

Old Ghost Mao smiled sarcastically.

"Lu Feng, are you willing to fight for me in Tianfen Hall?"

Master Luo ignored Mao Laogui, and solemnly stared at Lu Feng with expectant eyes.

Although he didn't know Lu Feng's ability to engrave formations, his performance when comprehending the Myriad Visions Divine Diagram gave him a great surprise.

"I have a condition, if I win those three flame sparrow feathers, I need two."

Lu Feng pondered for a moment and said.

The senior feather is too rare, if you miss it, it will probably take longer for Lu Feng to get it.

"As long as you can win, you will be rewarded with three firebird feathers." Master Luo immediately agreed.

Compared to the honor of the division hall, this fire sparrow feather is not worth mentioning, but seeing the calmness on Lu Feng's face, an inexplicable surge of hope surged up.

"It's time to fight!" Old Ghost Mao snorted coldly.

"Even my brother lost to the cold demon, you brat, do you still want to win?"

Qiu Xue said unhappily.

"Your strength is too weak, I don't want to bully you."

The cold demon frowned, lacking in interest.

"If you don't fight, how will you know who is bullying whom?"

The other party's arrogance and arrogance made Lu Feng feel a little uncomfortable, and said coldly.

Mao Laogui raised his brows, wrinkled together and said: "The person you selected is too arrogant. You are so arrogant at such a young age."

Master Luo smiled and said, "Then please wait and see, I believe Lu Feng will definitely surprise you."

"Hmph, I don't believe he can turn the tide." Qiu Xue muttered.

But at this time, the two were separated by a hundred meters, and the light between their fingers had already bloomed, and they were flying in the air.

Even in a battle with Qiuyun, the cold demon still has the power to carve out a fourth-rank formation, and that formation is still the Youmo cold formation.

Lu Feng flicked his finger lightly in the void, and silver-gray silk threads suddenly appeared, which seemed to be connected in series, and soon disappeared in the void.

"What trick is that kid playing?"

Mao Laogui stared at Lu Feng closely, but he couldn't see what kind of formation he wanted to engrave.

In the past 10 minutes, Lu Feng stopped his fingers and looked at the cold demon who was still in the formation with a smile.

"ended?"

Old Ghost Mao's face was slightly taken aback.

"What are you in a daze for, don't hurry up!"

Immediately, Qiu Xue shouted loudly.

Lu Feng smiled and didn't say much.

Everyone looked puzzled, but they couldn't see through Lu Feng at this moment.

at this time.

Han Mo looked at Lu Feng and frowned.

"go with!"

Half an hour later, the ghostly cold formation burst into black light, condensing a black snow lotus, which spun towards Lu Feng.

"Destroy me!"

Lu Feng let out a low cry, pointed his finger, and the silver-gray thread condensed, it was a long sword.

Although there are only a few strokes, the sword intent soaring to the sky is sharp and sharp, bringing with it a whistling sword wind.

terrible!
Han Mo's heart trembled suddenly, and the terrifying sword intent came towards him.

Boom!

The silver long sword evolved from the formation was as powerful as a broken bamboo, crushing the snow lotus, and finally fell into the Youmo cold formation.

There was a terrifying explosion sound, and a sword seemed to be able to cut through the sky and destroy the earth, and the ghostly cold formation shattered in an instant.

"I lost!"

The opponent only had to carve out a sword, and he had the power to easily destroy his formation. Suddenly, the cold demon looked downcast and retreated from the formation.

"next."

Lu Feng looked as usual.

Different from ordinary people's engraving formations, he never expends excess power in unnecessary movements, and every stroke is infused with the most terrifying formations.

That simple sword already contained Lu Feng's understanding and strength of the formation.

And when Lu Feng smashed the cold demon with a single sword, the eyes of the other powerhouses in the branch hall also gathered over, even the Shui Yuan Grandmaster looked over, his eyes flickering.

"Haha, great job!"

Master Luo's face was full of joy, and the turbid eyes flashed with light.

And the corners of Qiu Xue's mouth behind him opened wide, showing an expression of disbelief.

Although the battle between Cold Demon and Qiuyun was very costly, it was not so easy to deal with.

"This little brother's skill in formation is far superior to mine." Qiu Yun said with admiration.

"Don't be complacent, Zuo Feng, go and meet that kid."

Old Ghost Mao's withered bark-like face was full of gloom, and he whispered to a man in a purple robe behind him.

Zuo Feng's mental power was at the fortieth level, which was comparable to that of the Cold Demon.

At this time, seeing the indifferent Lu Feng, Zuo Feng's hands were covered with cold sweat, and he felt a little nervous.

In this battle, the decision to divide the honor is extremely crucial.

"Don't take it lightly, this Zuo Feng is known as the most evil inscription pattern genius in the Devil's Fist Hall, and he is on par with Qiu Yun." Master Luo said via voice transmission.

Lu Feng nodded slightly, not thinking about Zuo Feng.

If it was the strong man in the main hall who formed an array with him, then he would pay attention to it.

And under the gaze of these eyes, Zuo Feng has already started to carve out the formation, and the black brilliance flashed, forming a powerful formation.

As time passed, Zuo Feng's face was covered with sweat, obviously he was engraving a terrifying formation.

woohoo!

At this time, Lu Feng's fingertips were stretched with silk threads, and his flowing posture aroused everyone's surprise, as if he was not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy at that moment, but a master who had been immersed in this way for a long time.

"Black flame dragon array!"

Zuo Feng wiped the sweat off his face and let out a long sigh of relief. Under this pressure, he carved out the formation of the fourth-rank late stage.

"The Black Flame Demon Dragon Formation has been carved out, which is very close to the peak." Master Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, his face was full of worry.

"Black Flame Demon Dragon Formation, boy, you'd better admit defeat obediently, otherwise you will be burned by this black flame, and you will not be able to participate in the subsequent inheritance of the Saint Master."

Mao Laogui is extremely confident in this Black Flame Demon Dragon Formation.

"yes!"

Lu Feng let out a soft drink, and the sword energy roared in the void, and eighteen small swords suddenly appeared, surrounding them in a circle.

"It turned out to be the Little Thousand Sword Formation." Grandmaster Shui Yuan's eyes lighted up in surprise.

The ultimate small thousand sword formation is one hundred and eight small swords, then the power will reach the sixth rank formation, and if it can reach one thousand and eight small swords, it will be the seventh rank Great Thousand Sword Formation.

With Master Shui Yuan's ability, he can barely carve one hundred and eight small swords, and it will take a long time.

at this time.

Zuo Feng's palm print slapped fiercely in the void, and in an instant black flames burned, and a lifelike black dragon occupied the void.

The black dragon breathed out black flames, as if even the void could burn and melt them.

"Under my Black Flame Demon Dragon Formation, you will be defeated!"

Zuo Feng's face was ferocious, the fortieth level of mental power gushed out like water, and the black dragon's momentum became more and more terrifying.

Since the use of cultivation is prohibited in this battle, this black dragon can only reach the real martial arts level with one blow under the blessing of the fortieth level of spiritual power.

"Little Thousand Sword Formation!"

In an instant, Lu Feng activated eighteen small swords and slashed at them with an extremely fierce posture.

Buzz!

Each of the eighteen small swords burst into cold light, fighting the black dragon in an instant.

The black dragon breathed out black flames, but it was difficult to stop Xiaojian's attack.

Compared with Lu Feng, Zuo Feng is far behind in terms of spiritual power and formation comprehension.

Explosions continued in the space, and the eighteen small swords turned into a sword under the surprised eyes of everyone, and proudly cut at the head of the black dragon.

This shocking collision attracted the attention of the entire square.

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