Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 959
The old ghost picking flowers looked at Lu Feng with a cold face, but there was a very proud smile on the corner of his mouth, he slapped loudly, and said lightly: "You also want to send this old man to hell, and you don't weigh yourself. I have the right to be the flame of you before."

"It seems that you still want to experience my flame again."

Lu Feng remained expressionless, and slowly raised his palms.

"Haha, it's not your turn!"

The moment the words fell, the three strong sword sects rushed out suddenly, and the violent fluctuation resounded, attracting almost a hundred sword shadows around to Lu Feng's side.

Although the momentum was bigger this time than before, Lu Feng and the others were already prepared. Apart from being in a lot of embarrassment, they did not pay the price of heavy casualties.

"You shameless bastards!"

The people from Jianmingtang cursed angrily at this moment.

Hearing this scolding, the old ghost picking flowers' eyes were slightly cold, and then he sneered and said: "It's a pity, I didn't let you die a few more just now, as long as you can die, you will be ashamed if you are shameless."

"Three Great Sword Sects, you have gone too far this time."

The people of the Holy Land, whose face was extremely ugly at the moment, said coldly.

"People of Qinglian Holy Land, I advise you not to get too close to this group of remnants, otherwise you will not end well."

The old ghost picking flowers sneered, and pressed down a black palm print without any scruples. The power of the holy way formed a sanctuary, and infinite attacks came.

Hearing these words, Li Jianqing couldn't help but said: "Is it true that my holy land still needs to be afraid of your three major sword sects? It's a big joke."

"If you have any nonsense with the old dogs of the three major sword sects, just kill them."

Xia Nianci flashed out, Ziyue Sword fell, and an astonishing wave swept across, blasting several sword shadows.

"Xia Nianci, the Tianyahai Pavilion's arrogance, is hailed as a person who has the hope of becoming a saint. Your sword is the Purple Moon Sword of Yuemingtang. It's a pity that this sword was not in the hands of Yuemingtang when Yuemingtang was destroyed. In the Xia family."

The old ghost picking flowers recognized Ziyuejian at a glance, his eyes were full of greed.

"What Yuesheng, pick flowers. When you go to the imperial capital in the future, you can see a large group of remnant corpses on the city wall. Then Yuesheng will be among them. Take a good look at it."

Mu Zongqing smiled sarcastically and said deliberately.

"Old dogs, court death!"

Xia Nianci's face turned cold when he heard this.

"The daughter of the Xia family is so uneducated."

The old ghost picking flowers shouted.

"You people are worthy of talking about education."

At this moment, Lu Feng's eyes seemed to have completely turned into frost, and his face was gloomy like water. Then he glanced at Xia Nianci, and sternly said: "Take care of them, if they want to play, just play with them."

Xia Nianci had exactly this intention, the Purple Moon Sword outlined a round of purple moon and suppressed it like lightning.

"If you want to make a move, I, Fang Cheng, will accompany you!"

That Fang Cheng stepped forward, his ten fingers were like swords, and he quickly clicked out.

"Jian Mingtang's, kill them with this old man!"

The old man in white in Jian Mingtang surged with sword energy. He used to be the sword boy of the Flying Snow Sword Master. His eyes turned red at this moment, and he rushed over, but was stopped by the quasi-sage of Ling Jianzong.

The rest of the people, although they didn't make a move, but the rivalry collided with each other and turned into a fierce fight.

"Keep an eye on him! You can't just let it go if you plot against my Holy Land."

The strong man in the Holy Land stared at the white-haired man closely to prevent him from making a move, while slowly advancing forward.

The Taoist who was afraid of death saw the two sides fighting, a sneer appeared on his smiling face, and he thought to himself that the harder the fight, the better.

When it comes to the fourth domain to win the treasure, it will become more and more easy.

"Old ghost picking flowers, I will send this old dog of yours to hell today!"

Lu Feng yelled, his figure moved like a ghost, and the mighty howling power attracted several sword shadows.

And the old ghost picking flowers laughed disdainfully, and just as he was about to raise his hand, a bone-piercing sword intent surged, when he saw Dugu swordsman directly stabbing him with his sword.

"Lonely!"

Seeing this, the old ghost picking flowers changed slightly.

"We can't let him go!"

Hearing Lu Feng's words, Dugu Swordsman nodded, the sword in his hand exuded a withering mood, and the sword light was connected, and piercing sword intent pierced through it.

The old ghost picking flowers sneered, although this Dugu swordsman's swordsmanship is extraordinary, but if he wants to deal with him like this, he is still far behind.

"What a strange sword technique."

But at this time, the old ghost picking flowers who fought with Dugu Swordsman frowned slightly, and Xiong Jin Shengyuan turned into a sky-shattering hand and blasted towards him.

Lu Feng's figure flickered, and he slapped Jianying with his palms to attract him, and then suddenly rushed towards the old ghost picking flowers.

"What a cunning little bastard."

The old ghost picking flowers was slightly startled, and at the same time, more than a dozen people stepped forward behind him, all facing Jianying.

"Old ghost, this is for you!"

A group of purple and gold flames swirled away suddenly, and exploded in an instant, even the shadows of the swords were blurred a lot.

It was this kind of flame again, and the old ghost of picking flowers quickly backed away, but his body was inevitably burned.

And when he patted off, the two lines of brows were burnt clean.

Seeing the antics of the old ghost picking flowers, everyone laughed and scolded the hairless old ghost.

Hearing these ridicules, the old ghost picking flowers was furious.

Lu Feng's eyes were indifferent, his figure moved quickly, colorful lights surged from his fingertips, and the three beads shot out suddenly in a straight line.

"What kind of weird thing is this!"

Just as Old Ghost Picking Flowers was about to retreat, the sword that Dugu Swordsman had been brewing for a long time pierced through and turned into a gust of wind to hinder him at all.

But in an instant, the three beads condensed from the colorful aurora exploded, and a colorful storm swept out.

The seven-colored auroras were like sharp swords, piercing through the real essence and flesh and blood, and immediately heard screams one after another.

"You little bastard looking for death!"

The rage of the old ghost picking flowers roared violently, and the monstrous power that reached the third level swept up, shattering the colorful auroras.

But even so, people from the three major sword sects around him suffered a lot of casualties.

Even he had blood holes all over his body, with slightly darkened blood oozing out.

When everyone saw the old ghost picking flowers in such a state of embarrassment, they also gasped. That kind of colorful aurora would kill even the first-level quasi-sages directly, and only those who reached the second level could barely resist.

"Send you hairless old ghost down first!"

The madness in his eyes flickered, Lu Feng did not hesitate, and the last ball of purple gold flames pressed fiercely towards the old ghost picking flowers.

On his fingertips, six colorful beads filled with light.

The old ghost who picked flowers showed fear, three can make him so embarrassed, but if it is six, it may cause what kind of power.

But just as he was crazily retreating, the Dugu swordsman drew away with a sword, and a sword shadow with the quasi-sage three realms was drawn to the side of the old ghost picking flowers.

The white-haired man sensed that something was wrong, his sword light surged, and he wanted to rescue the old ghost who picked flowers.

Seeing this, the quasi-sage of the Holy Land sneered, this old ghost of picking flowers had caused them a lot of losses, if they don't get this thing back, maybe the three major sword sects will be so arrogant in the future.

Two sword lights surged, and the strong man from the Holy Land blocked the white-haired quasi-sage.

Lu Feng remained expressionless, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the old ghost picking flowers.

Seeing the complexion of the old ghost picking flowers changed drastically, the power of the holy yuan turned into a horse and slapped Lu Feng's chest fiercely.

But at the moment it flew, the six colorful beads accompanied by purple gold flames had already fallen fiercely towards the old ghost picking flowers.

boom!
At this moment, a loud noise resounded.

That storm pierced through the space.

The colorful aurora raged, swallowing the old ghost picking flowers with a domineering attitude!

(End of this chapter)