Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 412 Branding 【Fourth update for subscription】

On the snowfield, the inscription patterns engraved on the Xiaoqian Sword Formation gradually faded, and many key points had collapsed.

This is a sign that the sword array is running out of energy and is about to collapse.

Han Cheng laughed loudly. At this speed, at most dozens of breaths would be the moment when the sword array collapsed.

Once there is no formation, this person is a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, let him knead.

At this time, he didn't run away, but desperately consumed the power of the sword array
"It seems that the sword formation is about to collapse, and once the formation collapses, it will be the end of defeat."

"It's a pity. It seems that he missed a move and lost."

The onlookers commented regretfully that they didn't have a good impression of Emperor Mu Xing, and they still hoped that Lu Feng would have the last laugh.

In the snow field, the wind howled, and countless snowflakes slapped on Lu Feng's handsome face. His face was extremely calm, as if he hadn't seen the collapse of the sword array.

Such calm also made Han Cheng uncertain, and he was deeply afraid of this person.

"My formation is not so easy to break." Lu Feng smiled coldly.

As his words fell, Han Cheng's pupils shrank, and he saw that the originally dim inscription pattern flashed again in an instant, and the terrifying power in it was rising steadily.

"How is this going!"

Han Cheng's complexion also changed again and again.

Similarly, those onlookers also looked blank.

"Little Thousand Sword Formation, Ning!"

The black stone on his chest exuded scorching power, which made Lu Feng's heart ache.

A vortex emerged on the smooth stone surface, and vigorous spiritual power rushed forward.

Immediately attracted by the mysterious power, the countless snow on the snow field melted like remaining snow, and the ancient aura contained in it poured into the sword formation endlessly.

Lu Feng's face became paler and paler, but there was already a terrifying power hidden in the sword array.

The snow on the snowfield for miles had all melted.

The inscription pattern on the sword array collapsed, and then assembled into a prototype of a huge sword with his fingers.

Great Thousand Sword Formation!

This is the first sword of the Great Thousand Sword Formation.

Although it was only the first sword, the power in it far surpassed that of Xiaoqian Sword Formation.

This is the backhand left by Lu Feng, who used the power of the black stone to forcibly arrange the Great Thousand Sword Formation.

And those onlookers looked at the scene in front of them in shock. If the sword came out, they would definitely not be able to resist it.

"Back, back, back!"

Han Cheng roared, with unconcealable horror in his eyes.

If he still had the confidence to resist the previous Little Thousand Sword Formation, but the Great Thousand Sword Formation in front of him completely crushed his confidence.

Needless to say, those strong men also understood the horror of this formation, and rushed back one after another.

"Great Thousand Sword Formation, cut!"

An incomparably dazzling huge sword spanned in the air, with many bright inscription patterns lingering on it, and the escaping breath alone caused the snowy land to shatter.

The sword was firmly locked on Han Cheng.

"Lu Feng, do you dare to do it? My elder brother is a half-step Tianwu strongman, and the Mu Xing Emperor Dynasty will make you pay an unbearable price. Even your companions will not have any good end. This price You have to think clearly."

Han Cheng shouted sharply, and the golden light wrapped him tightly.

Lu Feng's eyes were cold. Didn't he know that they had formed an insoluble hatred with Emperor Mu Xing Dynasty in this ancient continent?
Even if he didn't kill Han Cheng, Emperor Mu Xing would not let them go.

"I'd like to see, what can Mu Xingdi Dynasty do if I kill you!"

With one step of Lu Feng's footsteps, the Great Thousand Sword Formation slashed at Han Cheng.

Boom boom boom!
His golden light kept collapsing, but he still persisted under the threat of death.

One after another, the protective treasures continued to emit light, and the light of the Great Thousand Sword Formation was also gradually dimming.

"Haha, I see what you use to kill me, as long as you let me go, then you are dead."

Seeing that he had supported Lu Feng's ultimate move, Han Cheng also laughed wildly.

As long as he is allowed to leave alive, more people must be summoned to report today's shame.

Lu Feng frowned slightly, and suddenly a sharp finger light flicked at high speed, and that force directly violated his protection, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and fell between his eyebrows.

"Star Finger!"

This was Han Cheng's last thought. He vaguely understood why Lu Feng wanted to kill him.

But this thought flashed, a bloody hole appeared between his brows, and then the Daqian Sword Formation cut him in half.

After Han Cheng died, a golden light suddenly shot into his flesh and blood.

With Han Cheng's death, all of a sudden, the snowfield was extremely silent, and those people looked at Lu Feng with their mouths wide open.

Han Cheng died.

This is not an ordinary person from the Mu Xing Emperor's dynasty, he has a noble status, he is the little emperor.

One could imagine how much shock this news would cause, and all eyes immediately stared at Lu Feng.

But thinking about it, there would never be any relaxation between the other party and Emperor Mu Xing.

After beheading Han Cheng, the Great Thousand Sword Formation was also shattered.

Lu Feng's pale face was full of shock, he glanced at the heroes and said: "Whoever kills the group of blood-clothed warriors, I have a lot of treasures here."

When the words fell, the faces of the remaining Blood Clothes Sect warriors suddenly changed drastically.

"You dare! Don't forget the power of my Emperor Mu Xing Dynasty."

Among this group of people, there are still a few people from Mu Xingdi Dynasty with uncertain faces.

"Haha, warriors of the Blood Cloth Sect, you are too arrogant, I have long disliked you."

These people are very smart, they don't accept the identity of Emperor Mu Xing at all, but all belong to the Blood Clothes Sect.

They didn't dare to offend Emperor Mu Xing, but the Blood Clothes Sect didn't have so many scruples.

Anyway, this Han Cheng was beheaded by Lu Feng and had nothing to do with them.

All grudges can be blamed on Lu Feng.

Immediately, this group of onlookers rushed towards the blood-clothed door like wolves and tigers.

Not long after, the group of Blood Clothes Sect warriors were all beheaded.

Lu Feng's expression was cold, since you guys like to play bounty series kills, then he doesn't mind playing this method.

Lu Feng was also very trustworthy, threw out some storage rings, and then turned into a ray of light and left the place immediately.

Seeing Lu Feng's disappearing figure, no one dared to chase after him.

Han Cheng's fate was bloody.

After half an hour.

In the ancient deep mountains, a figure descended suddenly, and he looked at the golden mark in his body with serious brows.

This is the mark of a small gun, which was shot from Han Cheng's body.

He knew very well that this was the imprint left by the Almighty, and he could use this imprint to trace his tracks.

"Han Cheng can have a brand in his body, which shows that his status is extremely high in the imperial dynasty."

"It seems that there will be trouble during this time."

At this time, Lu Feng was lying lazily on a huge blue rock, looking at the sun in the sky.

He doesn't have too much worry in his heart, since you dare to come, then he has means to deal with it.

The game between the prey and the hunter, where the identities are constantly changing, is at its most exciting.

(End of this chapter)