Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 921 The Book of War
The grey-clothed warrior was obviously very angry at Lu Feng's words, and said with a gloomy face: "What a big tone, even my Ghost Sword Sect doesn't pay attention to it, brothers, teach him a lesson!"

The moment the words fell, the group of grey-clothed warriors released monstrous sword energy, and two of them even reached the Nine Transformations of Martial Sovereignty, and suddenly there was a surge of majestic aura.

From this aspect, it can be seen that Ghost Sword Sect is stronger than Blood Cloth Sect by more than a notch.

"They are all the same breed, and there is no difference in the way they act."

Facing the cooperation of this group of people, Lu Feng waved his hand, and the unique celestial light formed by the three colors of platinum and purple quickly emerged, and hot air waves rushed out.

The monstrous force swept across like a solid long whip.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Feng condensed it into a palm print, and the almost terrifying attack came crashing down, like a meteorite colliding, and the terrifying force immediately radiated a range of more than ten miles.

The light that was too bright to look directly at made everyone squint their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the roar resounded, and except for the two nine-transformation powerhouses who were still able to stand firm, everyone else flew upside down and smashed hard on the ground paved with blue bricks.

Blood spurted wildly, and dozens of deep pits were smashed out on the ground, firmly embedded in them.

The sky was silent.

The expressions on everyone's faces were incomparable.

Originally, the Ghost Sword Sect wanted to teach this person a severe lesson, but he brought his face closer and was slapped loudly again.

Today, it can be said that I have lost all face.

"Are you going to fight me too?"

Lu Feng's eyes were sharp, fixed on the grey-clothed warrior who spoke earlier.

The almost terrifying pressure came, the grey-clothed warrior glanced at Tengzhen, a cold sweat came from behind, shook his head and said: "I am not here today to fight swords with you, but Luo Ze, the ghost swordsman, wants to fight with you." You fight swords."

Before he finished speaking, a gray sword light in his sleeve fell into Lu Feng's hands.

"Half a month later, Luo Ze, my Ghost Yin sword, will issue a sword fight to you on the bloody battle stage in the Holy City. If you don't, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

The bloody, violent words pierced his mind from the gray sword light.

Hearing this, Lu Feng's face turned cold, he crushed it directly, and said with a sneer, "What is he, Luo Ze, if he wants to fight, do I have to fight him?"

"I'm just passing on a message, and if you refuse, you won't live in peace in the future. Luo Ze is the junior of the master of the Blood Sword Sect. Today you beat the young master into such a miserable state. After he leaves the customs, then Wonderful."

The grey-clothed warrior smiled gloatingly.

Luo Ze's character is extremely ruthless and the most defensive.

Lu Feng shook the palm of his hand, and from the sound transmission and this person's expression, he could see that Luo Ze was also an unscrupulous person.

Although the holy city does not allow random killings, once you leave the mansion, it is not difficult to use Ghost Sword Sect's means to do some despicable tricks.

Could it be that everyone in Yuncheng will hide in the Sword Saint's mansion in the future?

After pondering for a while, Lu Feng pointed sharply, and said, "It's fine if you want to fight, but if Luo Ze loses, this Blood Sword Gym will change its name and owner."

The old man's face darkened when he heard the words.

This bastard ruined the sword hall, and even wanted this place to change hands.

"No problem. Luo Ze said that he can agree no matter what the price is. After all, he will let you go to the bloody battle stage and never get off."

The grey-clothed warrior spoke bluntly, looking at Lu Feng with pity.

Luo Ze's strength is not comparable to them, but he is the direct disciple of the Ghost Sword Saint.

And Luo Ze knew that someone had smashed the Blood Sword Sect, so he was furious.

"After half a month, the Blood Sword Hall will be renamed the Great Xuan Sword Hall."

Lu Feng turned around and left, since this Luo Ze wanted to fight, let's fight with him, so as to save himself trouble in the future.

"This guy, I'll make you proud. Luo Ze's strength is beyond what you can imagine. If you want to change the master to Daxuan Sword Hall, it depends on whether you have that little life."

Looking at the direction where Lu Feng left, the warrior in gray sneered as if he was looking at a dead person.

On the way back, Yunlei inquired about Luo Ze's information, then returned worried.

"Luo Ze, ranked 79th on the sword-questioning list, he has already touched the holy way a few years ago, and now even if he is not a quasi-sage, he is very close."

The sword-questioning list is divided into two lists, one is the rookie list, and those who are less than a hundred years old can enter the list.

And this Luo Ze is a strong player on the rookie swordsmanship list. Although he is very close to a hundred years old, being able to reach this ranking in the holy place where the arrogance gathers shows that he is extraordinary.

"Is it close to the quasi-sage?"

Feeling the heavy pressure, Lu Feng secretly sighed at the horror of the Holy Land.

Zunwu Nine Changes may be an insurmountable moat for some people, but it can still be forcibly piled up with resources in those big forces.

But quasi-sages need to understand the holy way, and those resources are so painful that even saints feel heartache, and they can only do some auxiliary functions.

To be able to step into the quasi-sage before the age of a hundred, even at the first level, is a talented and talented arrogance.

However, it is obviously not enough to make Lu Feng feel powerless based on the strength close to the quasi-sage.

"We can avoid the battle, Luo Ze is close to the quasi-sage, brother Lu only has seven transformations, this is not ashamed in the holy city."

Yun Lei expressed his opinion.

Lu Feng shook his head with a smile: "Some troubles come to you, and you can't avoid them. Even if you escape this time, there is no guarantee that the Blood Sword Sect will not do what it did today? This feeling of being watched all the time is not good. Nice."

Luo Ze is a member of the Ghost Sword Sect, and the Ghost Sword Sect belongs to the Emperor Dynasty.

Lu Feng didn't mind killing a strong man who would become a quasi-sage in advance.

Seeing Lu Feng like this, Yunlei could only shake his head.

"Could it be that brother is sure to break through the eight changes in this half month?"

You Ruo's eyes lit up, she knew Lu Feng's celestial power.

Once a real breakthrough, it is bound to be a great increase in strength.

She believed that Lu Feng was nothing but Luo Ze.

Lu Feng nodded, with a cold look in his eyes, he said: "Youruo still understands me, if Luo Ze wants to fight, use him as a whetstone to sharpen my strength."

"During this time, I may temporarily leave the holy city, and I have already decided on the place."

Lu Feng has already accumulated enough in Seven Changes, even if he stays there, it will be difficult for him to have more effect.

You Ruo, Xuan Qing and the others nodded upon hearing this.

Seven transformations have such strength, if it reaches eight transformations, how terrifying it would be.

After returning to the Juggernaut's mansion, Lu Feng turned into a black shadow and left the holy city that night.

Qinglian Holy Land has been visited by many sword masters for tens of thousands of years, and when these sword masters realized the sword, they also left their sword sense throughout Qinglian Island.

Although there are more sword masters leaving their sword intent in the sword tower, but Lu Feng has not yet been recognized by the sword mound, so he can only settle for the next best thing.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

Qinglian Holy Land, Jianyang Valley.

This is a valley that erupts with flames all the year round, as if there is a round of scorching sun below the valley, exuding an extremely scorching and monstrous sword intent.

And this Jianyang Valley was left by a powerful Sword Saint of Lieyang tens of thousands of years ago.

The high temperature in this center is difficult for even some weak quasi-sages to bear.

"It's time to break through the Eight Changes. What the Sword Master of Lieyang left behind made me fully comprehend the changes in the sky."

(End of this chapter)