Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 564 I Don't Allow [Second Update]

With an angry look on his face, Lu Feng hugged Wu Xingling who was flying upside down, staring at her with blood-red pupils.

Maybe Wu Xingling used the Eye of Inner Demon again to kill the Thousand Faced Scholar, but this kind of victory was not what he wanted.

Wu Xingling, who was embraced by Lu Feng, struggled in his eyes, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his nose, and he gritted his teeth, "But."

"It's nothing but, I, Lu Feng, have experienced many crises since I practiced martial arts. A thousand-faced scholar alone can't push me into a desperate situation, so I don't allow you to use the eye of the demon."

Lu Feng's eyes were lowered, his face was calm and calm.

"Then be careful."

Wu Xingling's complexion was extremely complex, looking at this resolute face, an irresistible thought arose in his heart.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring you back to the Temple of Heart intact."

Lu Feng gently put her aside, turned his head to the side, and stared at the thousand-faced scholar with incomparable coldness.

"Lang's concubine love is over? It's a pity that you will die soon."

The thousand-faced scholar stared at Lu Feng with a sneer on his face, swung his one arm suddenly, and swallowed Lu Feng fiercely like a torrent of force.

The ferocious aura erupted, Lu Feng stood still, and slowly swung his fists, warm blood was already flowing from his feet, and he suddenly fought away.

Sensing this terrifying impact, the Thousand Faced Scholar also blushed, and the powerful attack came rushing like a torrential rain.

Right now, the combat power of the thousand-faced scholar who was swept once by Wu Xingling's demon eye is also declining rapidly, but he can see that behind Lu Feng's growing strength, he will face sequelae like a volcanic eruption.

Fight for dozens of breaths.

"The Eye of Thousand Illusions!"

The thousand-faced scholar's eyes were fierce, and he opened his palms, as if there were thousands of hazy and dreamy eyeballs squirming, and countless beams of light were rapidly forming.

The vast fluctuations came violently in an instant, and Lu Feng swung his fists to fight, with overwhelming power, shaking with the Eye of Thousand Illusions.

And as the state of the Heart Demon Fist was maintained for a longer period of time, there were bloodstains flowing out of Lu Feng's seven orifices, and with each punch, the physical body was under tremendous pressure.

Even with his mind, that kind of pain felt like his soul was about to tear apart, and in that face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

hum!
There was a slight low voice, with pain, his head seemed to explode, and his eyes seemed to turn into a black light. Immediately, he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and with the tingling pain, his mind regained some clarity.

Martial arts at the level of the Heart Demon Fist are not easily usable.

By this time, he was also on the verge of reaching his limit.

The power of the Eye of Thousand Illusions was exhausted, and Lu Feng became a blood man, but the aura was gushing like a tsunami.

"Now you have reached your limit, so don't be stubborn in the corner, just die obediently."

The Thousand-faced Scholar looked at Lu Feng who had reached his limit, a serious smile emerged, and suddenly he slammed his palm away.

Lu Feng gritted his teeth, and quickly threw out a punch. It was as if a big hole had been blasted out of space. The terrifying impact raged through the space, knocking the thousand-faced scholar back thousands of meters.

But every punch is a huge oppression on the flesh.

The side effects of the Fist of the Inner Demon came flooding in like a tide at this moment, and his eyes were blurred, as if his consciousness would disappear at any moment.

No matter how hard he kept his mind, he couldn't control the pain.

"It's time to end."

The thousand-faced scholar looked cruelly at the crumbling Lu Feng, and suddenly a dark iron fan appeared in his hand.

When the iron fan is opened, there are eighteen sharp scales. When it is bent, it seems that it can tear the sky and the earth apart with a light wave.

The appearance of the iron fan made the air almost oppressive.

"Boy, you can force me to use this black dragon fan with your cultivation in the three realms of Tianwu. You can be regarded as a hero. It's a pity that you met me."

Accompanied by the cruel laugh of the thousand-faced scholar, the black dragon fan tore open eighteen cold lights, and cut towards Lu Feng in an instant.

"Quasi-holy level"

Lu Feng immediately recognized the fluctuations coming from the black dragon fan.

As the most beloved disciple of the 'Thousand-faced Old Man', the Thousand-faced Scholar also has powerful treasures. Although this black dragon fan is the most rubbish among the quasi-sacred objects, it cannot erase a quasi-sacred object in the decisive battle of life and death. the power possessed in it.

If Lu Feng hadn't pushed him into a desperate situation today, he would not have used the Black Dragon Fan.

After all, it would take all of his strength to move a quasi-sacred object with his cultivation base.

At this moment, Lu Feng was gradually blurred, and the dizziness could not be dispelled.

"My life can't be lost here, there are still many things I need to do."

While Lu Feng was muttering, he took out the piece of soul, and swallowed it directly with his head raised. Suddenly, the vast spiritual power turned into a terrifying force and hit his mind.

This force is so vast that even the Divine Tower Palace has cracks.

But it was this pain that made Lu Feng's dissipated consciousness re-condense.

"Boy, how dare you swallow the soul, it seems that this force will break through your mind without me doing it."

The thousand-faced scholar was furious.

"Let's just fight to decide the outcome."

The state of the Heart Demon Fist has climbed to the extreme, and Lu Feng's blood kept rolling down, even the hardest bones were covered with cracks.

Suddenly, a ten thousand zhang golden light flashed out, and a golden long sword appeared in Lu Feng's hand, and the dragon patterns on it kept surging.

Slashing with a sword, it easily tore open eighteen cold lights.

"This is a holy weapon. He also has a holy weapon."

Not far away, Wu Xingling opened his mouth wide, full of astonishment.

Didn't this little junior come from Cangzhou? He actually possessed a holy weapon, and there was only one of this kind of holy weapon in her martial arts family.

"Saint Soldier!"

The thousand-faced scholar covets and at the same time has a deep sense of fear. You must know that holy soldiers are extremely cherished in the entire Dongxuan domain.

Facing the Holy Soldiers, the Thousand Faced Scholar also had the idea of ​​retreating in his heart.

However, right now, the fight is at the most critical point, if he escapes, it may be difficult to avoid the fate of beheading.

Only by fighting to the death would it be possible to kill this son and snatch this holy weapon.

As soon as he thought of this, he didn't hesitate. The last strength in his body was poured into the black dragon fan, and the cold light that tore apart the world suddenly appeared and shrouded Lu Feng.

"Longyin Sword, it's up to you today!"

Lu Feng's heart moved, causing the dragon chant sword to make a harmonious dragon chant sound.

A lifelike golden dragon hovered upwards, each dragon scale glowing with rich golden light.

boom!
Without any nonsense, Lu Feng knew that even if he used his soul, he would not be able to hold on for too long, and immediately poured the last of his strength into the Dragon Chanting Sword.

But there was a spirit in the Dragon Chanting Sword, and its power exploded in an instant, and a straight dragon light slashed towards the thousand-faced scholar.

This ray of light left a thick trace in the void, cutting through the power of the Black Dragon Sword in an instant, and falling towards the Thousand Faced Scholar.

"How could it be, how could it be so powerful."

Was the Thousand Faced Scholar's body completely swallowed by Dragon Yin, leaving only a faint whisper.

He would never have imagined that the Dragon Chanting Sword was one of the top ten holy weapons in the Eastern Profound Realm, at the level of an ancient saint.

If it is an ordinary holy soldier, it is still possible to turn defeat into victory.

And now, the end is set.

However, Lu Feng, who cut out the sword, could no longer suppress the aftereffects that erupted like a violent storm, and his consciousness has gradually become blurred.

And when his consciousness completely dissipated, he seemed to see several figures walking towards Lin Hai.

(End of this chapter)