Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 920 Why Need to Explain [Fourth Update]

The moment he was thrown up, Fujima's eyes flashed with resentment, his whole body was filled with blood, his eyes were ferocious, and he shouted violently: "Go to hell!"

The Dharma Aspect appeared together with the power of the celestial phenomenon, and it seemed to turn into a bloody sword, rippling blood-colored light waves, piercing the sky, and flying towards Lu Feng.

However, Lu Feng's face was extremely calm, and there was no trace of panic.

The halo of his palm emerged and turned into the palm of Da Luo Fengtian, the ancient and reckless aura accompanied by the fluctuation of this palm directly shattered the blood sword.

The majestic and almost terrifying fluctuations, like a river, swept towards his body under Fujima's frightened face.

This palm was as terrifying as a five-fingered mountain. Suddenly, Tengzhen felt as if his body was torn apart, and every bone in his body was broken.

Another sharp gust of wind blasted away, and the world spun in front of his eyes. The whole person was slammed on the ground from a high altitude, and a deep hole was smashed out.

"This guy is so ruthless, Goto really doesn't have that arrogant face anymore."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and that Tengzhen's cheeks were swollen high and swollen like a bun, as if he couldn't see the human figure clearly.

Accompanied by a coughing sound, Fujima coughed out a mouth full of teeth in the thick blood.

"Next, who else is willing to come up and teach me?"

Lu Feng's eyes surged fiercely, and the aura made the members of the Blood Sword Sect retreat one after another, not daring to touch their sharp edges.

It's a joke, even Fujima is not his opponent, it's not asking for trouble when he goes up.

The quasi-sages are even less able to take the stage, and it will be a bigger joke if they do it.

After waiting for dozens of breaths, Lu Feng saw that no one came to the stage, so he sneered and said, "Could it be that no one from the Blood Sword Sect is willing to come to the stage to learn something, then I will smash this signboard."

A stream of light flashed out, and the portrait of the blood sword sect master and a plaque in the sword hall were instantly blasted into powder.

Countless people were in an uproar in the messy sword hall. Today's fight was really smashed.

"You..." the hooked-nosed old man's eyes froze with resentment, and then he said in a low voice, "Today I admit defeat at the Blood Sword Sect, and you succeeded in kicking the hall."

Hearing the old man's words with hooked nose, Lu Feng shook his head, "It's not enough to just confess, you have to hand over this person."

"Want me to make friends? Wishful thinking."

The psychic sword body is extremely important, as long as the young master of the Blood Sword Sect has some of his abilities, even if the scene is smashed today, he can get it back in the future.

"It seems that you, the Blood Sword Sect, can only play some dirty tricks like this."

Lu Feng's voice gradually became cold, and ferocity gradually climbed onto his face.

The scorching vortex quickly emerged in his palm, and suddenly his body was radiated with a scorching sun, rushing straight towards the young master of the Blood Sword Sect.

"Junior, dare!"

Seeing Lu Feng's suddenness, the old man with hooked nose yelled angrily, and the blood in his hand condensed into a long sword, bursting with rays of light, and rushed straight away.

At the moment of the fight, the tyrannical fluctuations formed a violent hurricane in the sword hall.

In just an instant, the sword hall was razed to the ground.

And this is not just as simple as smashing the field.

The blood mark of the old man with the hooked nose suddenly slapped away, and his mighty force caused Lu Feng to take a few steps back violently, making several deep pits under his feet before he stabilized his figure.

"Da Xuan Jin!"

The turbulent wind was surging, and the cyan Saint Yuan turned into a horse, and it was like a long whip, suddenly lashed at the hook-nosed old man, forcing him to dodge.

A hurricane of twisted power formed around Lu Feng's body. When the hooked-nosed old man was entangled in Xuanqing, he stepped on the sole of his foot suddenly, and his figure rushed away like a streamer. The moment he struck out with his palm, A spatial confinement was formed around the young master of the Blood Sword Sect.

And this young master of the Blood Sword Sect has only just reached the Eighth Transformation, so he has no ability to tear apart the spatial confinement.

The hooked-nosed old man was furious, but turned around weakly, and could only watch helplessly as Lu Feng grabbed the young master of the Blood Sword Sect.

The razed sword hall fell silent for a while, and countless people looked shocked.

Xuan Qing fought with each other and returned to Lu Feng.

"Let go of the young master, otherwise the consequences will be unbearable for you."

The hooked-nosed old man's chest heaved and heaved with rage.

"Do you want to pay this person?"

At this time, Lu Feng's palm was clasped around his neck, and the strength made the opponent's face red, and blood foam spewed out continuously.

And the indifference on his face made people have no doubt that this person would kill the young master of the Blood Sword Sect.

Seeing this, the hooked-nosed old man also calmed down, the arrogance disappeared immediately, and he said in a soft voice: "I advise you not to do anything, if anything happens to the young master, the sect master will definitely not let you go."

"Oh? Are you threatening me?"

Lu Feng sneered, and the destructive force rushed into the main body of the Blood Sword Sect young man, almost shattering all the bones into powder.

The young master of the Blood Sword Sect screamed again and again, with horror in his eyes.

"You..." the hooked-nosed old man threw a mouse-like weapon, his eyes flickering, "The sect master asked us to catch him. If we want to release him, the sect master must come back. This old man does not have the right to make decisions."

"If that's the case, when your sect master comes back, he will probably be a useless person."

How could Lu Feng believe the old man's nonsense with the hooked nose, a ray of true energy emerged from his fingertips, aiming at the abdomen of the young master of the Blood Sword Sect, intending to stab it fiercely.

"Wait, let's let people go!"

Seeing Lu Feng's ruthless attack, the hooked-nosed old man hurriedly shouted.

In this helplessness, he waved his hand and made people bring Xinyan and Yunyang over.

Lu Feng winked at Xuan Qing, who immediately brought him back.

"In the future, if you want to arrest people from the Blood Sword Sect, it will not be as simple as kicking the hall."

With a strong wind, Lu Feng threw the young master of the Blood Sword Sect back like a sandbag.

After hearing these words, the ferocity in those words made no one doubt that they were threatening the Blood Sword Sect.

Seeing Lu Feng's domineering side again, the corners of the onlookers' mouths twitched.

Although the young master of the Blood Sword Sect took his life, wouldn't he be afraid of the revenge of the Blood Sword Sect Master if he struck so hard?

You know, that guy has always loved this son.

"Let's go."

Just as Lu Feng was about to turn around and leave, he saw a group of warriors in gray clothes hurrying towards the sword hall.

"Why are those from the Blood Sword Sect so useless? Even the sword hall has been razed to the ground."

The eyes of the group of grey-clothed warriors sank, and when they saw Teng Zhen who was beaten into a pig's head and the young master of the Blood Sword Sect whose bones were smashed, they laughed.

"Fujima, how did you become like this?" After a grey-clothed warrior laughed at Fujima, Sen Han looked at Lu Feng coldly and said, "Stop, destroy the Blood Sword Gate like this, and you want to leave like this? "

"Does your Ghost Sword Sect also want to intervene in this matter? Don't be afraid that I will also kick your sword hall."

Lu Feng glanced at the emblem on the gray-clothed warrior's chest, with a bright smile on his face.

"My Ghost Sword Sect is not such a waste as the Blood Sword Sect, but it is a subordinate vassal after all. Your Excellency has completely destroyed this place and needs an explanation."

Although the kick was from the Blood Sword Sect, everyone knew that the Blood Sword Sect belonged to the Ghost Sword Sect, so this was slapping them in the face.

"Joke, I, Lu Feng, do things, why do I have to explain to you!"

(End of this chapter)