Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 929 Every sentence is wrong!

The moment the rising sun palm fell, the sky and the earth boiled, as if turning into a thick liquid.

That kind of violence shocked countless warriors in the bloody battle stage.

This kind of power is simply not something an Eight Transformation Warrior can possess.

Even some quasi-sages are nothing more than that.

But they don't know that the rising sun palm is a martial art created by Lu Feng in conjunction with the law and the power of celestial phenomena, and its power is naturally more terrifying than practicing other people's martial arts.

At this time, the ghost sword sage looked heavy, and said coldly: "Luo Ze, don't be careless, be careful."

"Heavenly Ghost Faxiang, suppress it for me!"

The majestic Saint Yuan turned into the power of the sky, the earth and the earth, bursting out of the Xuanfu in an instant. When the black light filled the air, an extremely huge grimacing face appeared in everyone's sight, and spit out a stream of sharp swords from its mouth.

Luo Ze obviously knew the horror of this palm.

"Destroy me!"

From this moment, Lu Feng's palm prints tore through the sky, falling down like a bright rainbow.

The sky and the earth trembled constantly, and the blood battle platform was about to collapse.

If it weren't for the countless inscription patterns engraved by the seventh-rank saint master here, such terrifying fluctuations could be destroyed directly.

And at the moment of contact, the two rays of light entangled with each other, forming waves of energy storms that violently swept out towards the surroundings.

Although that day's ghost form contained a little power of the Holy Yuan, after all, Luo Ze broke through not long ago and has not completely transformed.

In the situation where the rising sun palm has driven the power of celestial phenomena to the extreme, the ghost energy is as if it was annihilated and disappeared.

When the power was released, a tiny crack first appeared in the ghost's dharma, and then spread at an astonishing speed, shattering like glass.

Without the appearance of the heavenly ghost, the defense formed by the swelling holy yuan around him was shattered like tofu, and the aftermath of power shrouded it.

That figure was covered by Lu Feng's inextinguishable flame, and let out painful roars.

At the critical juncture, a ray of sword light swept away from the body, and the eerie and cold power erupted instantly, which was the power to dissolve the inextinguishable fire.

The whole world was silent.

Those eyes swept across Luo Ze's body in horror. Now he is bloody and bloody, with scorched marks all over his body, and there are strange smells, even the so-called human form is hard to distinguish.

"I am going to kill you!"

Luo Ze was extremely embarrassed, his eyes were extremely blood red, his body was trembling constantly, and he was panting heavily.

He had just broken through to the quasi-sage, and he wanted to show his majesty, but he didn't expect to end up in such a mess.

Suddenly a pitch-black long sword appeared from his hand.

This pitch-black long sword is very strange. The patterns carved on it turned out to be grimaces, and the sound of screaming made it look extraordinarily gloomy.

And when he swung his sword, there seemed to be countless ghosts transformed from primordial spirits, with an unusually painful expression on his face.

"It's time to draw the sword, Ghost Yin Sword Luo Ze, his strongest point is his swordsmanship."

The faces of those strong men under the bloody battle stage were slightly condensed. The ghost sword Luo Ze's swordsmanship is extremely strange, and it can refine the soul of a warrior into a ghost.

Seeing this, the ghost sword sage smiled lightly and said: "Back then, [-]% of the souls of the Great Xuanzong were refined into the Ten Thousand Ghost Sword by this saint, and the remaining [-]% ​​were refined into the Ghost Yin Sword by Luo Ze. Although it is not a holy sword, But it has also reached the peak of quasi-sacred objects."

This kind of method is no longer enough to be described as cruel, but brutal.

Everyone who heard this was pale.

These words fell into Xuan Qing's ears, his body trembled wildly, a mouthful of blood spewed out, two lines of blood tears burst out from the corner of his eyes, his old eyes seemed to be broken.

"I'll kill this Luo Ze for you first, and give relief to the undead of the Great Xuanzong."

Lu Feng said coldly, he was also angry at this cruel method.

"Don't be ashamed, you will also be a ghost of my ghost sword!"

The ghostly aura came whistling, and the resentment formed by countless ghosts made people feel a chill from the soles of their feet rushing towards Tianling Gai, turning into a beam of ghostly sword light and piercing out in an instant.

This kind of sword intent can interfere with the soul of a warrior.

"This kind of method should not exist in this world."

A golden light appeared in Lu Feng's hands, sword intent flowed in his eyes, and all the true energy in his body poured into it without reservation.

The figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and the golden afterimage flashed across the void, and its sharp luster divided the space into two halves.

The two swords crossed in mid-air, and a crisp sword cry sounded immediately.

"how come?"

On the other side of the bloody battle platform, Luo Ze's gaze was dull. There was a crack in the ghost sword, which was broken in two immediately.

"One sword breaks the Ghost Yin Sword!"

It was really hard for them to imagine that Luo Ze's sword move would be broken by someone else in just a moment, and there was no room for resistance at all, just like a joke.

But at this time, those ghosts lost their restraint for an instant, and flew wantonly, tearing towards Luo Ze directly.

"Get out of here!"

Luo Ze danced wildly with his palms like crazy, beating all the ghosts to death.

"Shh!"

When Luo Ze was bitten by the fierce ghost in the Ghost Yin Sword, the palm wrapped in the power of the celestial phenomenon turned into a blast of wind, blasting on his body like lightning.

A deep voice broke out, and Luo Ze flew upside down like a kite, and then fell hard on the bloody battle platform, leaving a very glaring trace.

Lu Feng's eyes were cold, and when he stretched out his palm, a huge sword light appeared and was about to fall down hard.

"Bold, dare to touch my disciple in front of me, you are too presumptuous!"

Seeing that Lu Feng was going to kill him, the ghost sword sage was mighty, and an unpredictable force immediately pressed on him.

Lu Feng's offensive came to a halt, his body didn't bend in any way under the holy power, but he looked at Ghost Sword Saint coldly, and said: "As a saint, do you want to forcibly intervene in this competition? Don't you think it's too embarrassing?"

"You have already won this battle, and you still want to kill me. Do you really think that this saint does not exist?"

Ghost Sword Saint laughed angrily.

"Everyone knows the rules of the Bloody Battle Arena, and this competition was proposed by Luo Ze first. Could it be that you, Ghost Sword, are in charge here!"

Lu Feng's tone was sharp, and he didn't back down in the face of Ghost Sword Saint.

"It's only natural for my disciples to want to kill you, but if you want to kill my disciples, it's treason, and you're courting death."

The ghost sword sage uttered those crooked words directly and as they should, and every word turned into an imperial decree.

And at this moment, a venomous light flashed in the eyes of the twitching Luo Ze, taking advantage of Lu Feng and Ghost Sword Saint's insistence.

But in a moment, countless black lights appeared in his hand, revealing a cold light.

Suddenly, he turned into a black light, and like lightning, he sprinkled dense poisonous needles with a stench on Lu Feng.

"careful!"

The sudden attack made most people unresponsive and cursed Luo Ze for being despicable.

The poisonous needles almost covered the sky, even the defense formed by the true essence penetrated in an instant.

And that Luo Ze laughed out loud, his poisonous needle was prepared with thousands of kinds of poisons, even if it was stabbed at the quasi-sage level, it would be turned into a puddle of blood.

This kid is still too young to fight with him.

However, Lu Feng, with a few strange palaces floating above his head, and the pervasive mental power turned into a storm, unexpectedly forcibly reversed the direction of the poisonous needle and flew backwards towards Luo Ze.

puff puff!

This scene was too sudden.

The poisonous needle passed through Luo Ze's body, bringing up bright blood sprays.

Luo Ze, who was still laughing just now, stopped laughing abruptly, and turned into a puddle of foul-smelling blood in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)