Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 930 Sword Tomb
It is undoubtedly a great irony that Luo Ze was turned into a pool of blood by his own poisonous needle, and remained on the bloody battle stage forever.

Seeing this, none of the spectators felt sympathetic, and they all secretly cursed that they deserved it.

If he admits defeat honestly, perhaps with the strength of the Ghost Sword Saint, he can still save his life.

But this kind of courtship, no one can save him.

Seeing that the disciple he had carefully cultivated could become his right-hand man in the future, turning into blood in one day, the ghost sword sage laughed back with anger.

"You've done a good job. Dare to kill the disciple of this saint. You really have the guts of a bear. I want you to be buried with Luo Ze today!"

The ghost sword sage roared with chills, and the realm of the holy way was pervasive, and he wanted to make a move regardless of face.

"You dare to break the rules of the Blood Battle Arena here, even if you are a lower-level holy realm, you are looking for death!"

Youruo's voice struck, like a dark demon god, with the intention of destroying the world.

"Where did the woman come here, dare to come and scold me, get out!"

The angry ghost sword sage blasted away with his palm, as if he had come to the kingdom of ten thousand ghosts, and the ghosts hissed.

The entire fighting hall trembled with the power of a saint.

"Bold, ghost sword saint, you are too much. Even if you are a saint with a heartless sword master standing behind you, if you dare to act presumptuously in the sword fighting hall, you will have to pay a heavy price."

In the sword fighting hall, a sword power appeared.

Its tyrannical force knocked the ghost sword sage back more than ten steps, and when his throat was sweet, he swallowed it alive.

He looked gloomyly at a middle-aged man wearing a green robe who suddenly appeared, and said fearfully: "Sage Yuwen, you are here to intervene."

"You are going to kill people in my sword fighting hall, why don't I show up?"

This Yuwen sage's aura is extremely powerful, like an abyss of swords, and he has obviously reached the upper holy realm.

There is a sharp sword intent flying behind him, and he is afraid that he is not far from the Juggernaut.

And this sword fighting hall is an extremely important position in the holy city, how could it not be guarded by strong people.

"Sell me a face, give this kid to me, and I will definitely repay you Yuwen Shengren in the future."

Ghost Sword Saint's eyes flickered, and his voice was quietly condensed.

"Go away, for the face of the unfeeling sword master, I don't care if I make a move in the sword fighting hall today."

Saint Yuwen didn't give the Unfeeling Sword Master any good looks. He took a deep look at You Ruo, and then lingered on Lu Feng for a moment.

"you!"

Ghost Sword Saint was extremely angry, but he still calmed down.

The holy city is the site of the Qinglian holy land, and even a heartless sword master would find it difficult to make a move here.

He stared at Lu Feng viciously, and snorted coldly: "I will let you go today, but I will not let you kill my disciple. Don't let me take the opportunity."

After speaking, he waved his sleeves and was about to leave.

"Hehe, the Blood Sword Gym will be renamed the Great Profound Sword Gym."

Lu Feng's voice sounded behind him.

Ghost Sword Saint's footsteps paused slightly, his bone-piercing killing intent filled the air, then he restrained himself and disappeared into the sword fighting hall.

Seeing Saint Ghost Sword leave, Saint Yuwen in mid-air said with a smile: "This is the order of Patriarch Qiqing. There are some things that my holy city can't get too involved in. Please forgive me."

After he finished speaking, he left the place directly.

At this time, everyone in the Doujian Hall recovered from the previous loss of focus, and the expressions on their faces were extremely exciting.

Today's events can be described as extremely turbulent, which made them all very happy.

"The rookie swordsman list is going to be replaced, and Luo Ze, who is ranked 79, has changed hands."

"Only eight changes to win the sword list, is it going to change this day, and with his strength, it will not stop there, at least he can break into the top [-]."

They all saw that Luo Ze, who had reached quasi-sage, was extremely weak in this person's hands, and he didn't last long at all.

And they also saw that this was not Lu Feng's limit.

The most important thing is that he is only an eight-change.

If you step into the quasi-sacred realm, wouldn't you be able to hit the top three?

And you must know that the top three on the Sword Asking list are all evildoers among evildoers.

"Let's go, things here are over."

Lu Feng wasn't overly complacent, nor was he very interested in the rookie list.

So what if he became the number one on the rookie swordsmanship list.

Only with the strength of a saint can he have the right to speak on this continent.

And when they were about to leave, the blood and tears on the corners of Xuan Qing's eyes dried up, looking a little hideous.

He hunched down in an instant, looking extremely old, and said in a hoarse voice: "When I go back to the Juggernaut's mansion, I will make a breakthrough for the saint's third tribulation, the holy soul tribulation, and hit the illusory saint realm."

Lu Feng was slightly startled by his decision, and the difficulty of hitting the saint is not enough to describe the horror of it.

"Okay, I will try my best to help you through the Holy Soul Tribulation, but it depends on you whether you can succeed or not."

You Ruo was not too surprised, but nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Lord Saint."

Xuan Qing is grateful.

His life expectancy is only 30 years, and he is already dying.

And if he didn't reach the Saint Realm, it would be wishful thinking to find that Ghost Sword Saint to avenge the Great Xuanzong.

What happened today is also the reason for him to make a breakthrough, and to aspire to the realm of a saint with this determination.

"The Daxuan Sword Hall will inherit the Daxuan Jin in the future, and the Daxuanzong will not let the inheritance be broken. From now on, all your thoughts will be on the breakthrough."

Lu Feng made a solemn promise to Xuan Qing.

He knew the danger of breaking through a saint, especially the saint's last calamity.

"Thank you!"

Xuan Qing cupped her fists with a relieved smile.

Next, Lu Feng didn't say much, and took a few people back to the Juggernaut's mansion.

The days returned to calm again.

The Blood Sword Gym disappeared on that street, and turned into the Great Profound Sword Gym.

The sword hall was not in a hurry to recruit people, but first let Yunyang lead the people of Yuncheng to practice the Great Mysterious Strength.

Lu Feng has no shortage of holy liquid, so he took out some holy liquid to make the sword hall grow stronger, which will also be a part of his strength in the future.

As for Xuan Qing, he was making the final preparations before breaking through. After all, this catastrophe has killed the unknowing quasi-sacred realm powerhouse throughout the ages.

After half a month of peace, Lu Feng, who was in seclusion, sensed a ripple spreading in the space, as if communicating with a strange space.

"Within half a month from today, those who have reached the level of respected warriors can enter the sword mound to inherit the sword intent."

A mighty saint's voice immediately echoed in the holy city, making countless people excited.

If you talk about the most wonderful places in the Holy City, this Sword Tomb must be among the best.

Countless swords were buried there.

"The sword tomb is open. If you want to enter Qinglian Holy Realm, you must be recognized. I should also prepare..."

Lu Feng also withdrew from the retreat, and the Sword Tomb was only opened once every half a year, so it was a grand event that couldn't be missed.

The Sword Tomb is not in the holy city, but in the crack of space.

It is also very easy to enter the Sword Tomb, just tap the space with the primordial spirit seed, and you will be pulled in directly.

At this time, at the same time as the rays of light flickered in the holy city, countless figures disappeared.

Lu Feng also released the primordial spirit seed, his body was slowly elongated by a force, and he felt a vast and long-lasting aura pervading, traveling through the space.

"Is that the Sword Tomb?"

(End of this chapter)