Everlasting Saint King

Lu Changfeng's heart was tight. He looked up and saw Chen Ruohan standing not far away. He looked at Lu Changfeng with pale face and cherished eyes.

"With my life, for his life, let him go." Chen Ruohan's deep eyes are full of love, affection and sadness.

"Let him go? I said that he could only stay in the dark mountain one day before the meeting of heroes, but he took my words as a deaf ear and thought that he was invincible and hurt several brothers of my skeleton society. "

"Just let him go, he will never have a long memory!"

The God of death raised his hand slowly, and a dark spirit power surged in his palm, sending out the breath of death.

"If Han Xuejie, he doesn't dare to do anything with me. Don't ask him!" Lu Changfeng looks at Chen Ruohan with guilt.

He was going to save Chen Ruohan from death, but now it's better. Instead of saving him, Chen Ruohan is caught by death and worries about himself.

"Hum, you poor fellow is like a mole ant in my hand. You are not qualified to talk to me."

Death coldly said: "however, if you look at the face of cold, I give you a horse, but your spiritual power value I took all."

In the right palm of the God of death, a dark spiritual power came out like a black pitching exercise, rolled Lu Changfeng's right wrist, and then drew again. Lu Changfeng's 15 million spiritual power value suddenly changed to zero.

"Ha ha, see? You've killed countless spirit beasts. What about the war puppet? Is the final spirit power still mine?" Death laughed.

"Sometimes, if you want to win, you need not only your fist, but also your brain. Do you understand?"

Death looked at Lu Changfeng disdainfully, and his face was full of disdain.

"Sometimes your brain is more effective than your fist. Qiu Di said that you used to be the most famous waste in Qingyun town. Now it seems that you are just making some progress in martial arts."

"Here." Death pointed to his head and said, "you're still a trash!"

"I admit you won this time, but there are still nearly ten days to go before the group meeting. Do you think you can always hold the fruits of victory in your hands?"

Lu Changfeng suddenly said, and then there were several golden red grooves on his chest, and the molten slurry quickly climbed up to the body of the God of death along his right foot.

"It's ridiculous that such a weak fire wants to hurt me." A surging thick black spiritual power swept out, instantly devouring the golden red melt.

"You see, everything about you has turned into dregs here." Death sneered: "so, you don't deserve to have Chen Ruohan, the first beauty of xuanyuezong."

Death raises his right foot and kicks Lu Changfeng around his waist, kicking him out.

"Changfeng." Chen Ruohan ran to him in a hurry, but he was held by death: "you can see such rubbish?"

A piercing frost erupted from Chen Ruohan, and the whole void seemed to be frozen.

If you were someone else, you would have been frozen into an ice sculpture by Chen Ruohan.

But at this time, Chen Ruohan's opponent is the God of death, the God of death whose cultivation has reached the peak of the realm of heaven. Among the students, only Chu Tianxun, who is the first in the list of heavenly spirits, and the one who was wounded by the fighting spirit, can be compared.

All over the sky, the frost rushes towards the God of death. However, there is less than half an inch around the God of death. When he encounters the powerful spirit power of the God of death, he stops.

The frost became more and more, and finally piled up a thick wall of ice in front of death.

When the God of death extended his finger, a destructive spirit burst out, directly smashing the thick ice wall.

Whether it's against Shanglu Changfeng or Chen Ruohan, death can form a crushing force, and it's absolutely crushing.

"It seems that you have never met a real opponent before. That's why you are so complacent and don't know the superiority of heaven and earth."

"Today, I've shown you what a real expert is. How do you feel?"

The God of death said with a smile, his face full of pride.

In the face of absolute strength, any top-grade lingjue will lose its magical effect.

Otherwise, how can the martial arts practitioners in Jiumu Prefecture diligently pursue the breakthrough of martial arts cultivation?

"Now, do you still want to take Ruohan away in front of me?" Death looked at Lu Changfeng sarcastically and said, "you can't imagine the gap between you and me!"

"So, if you don't have the strength to take Ruohan away, just go down the heimang mountain and don't make a fool of yourself in front of me."

"Changfeng, you need to break through to the middle of Huatian realm before the end of Qunying assembly, and then you can have the strength to fight him with the help of the beast soul in your body."

"Otherwise, once he gets the chance of spiritual power, he will only become more terrifying!"

Chen Ruohan looked at Lu Changfeng with deep eyes, full of encouragement, expectation and confidence.

No matter what happens to Lu Changfeng at any time, she will unconditionally choose to believe in Lu Changfeng.

"Yes, if Han is right, I'll give you another ten days."

"Ten days later, you will come back to heimang mountain. If you are still as weak as you are now, I will kill you!" Death snorted coldly“ Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. You have no spiritual power now. Once you are defeated by others, you will be forced to quit the group hero meeting! "“ In that case, the gap between you and me will only be bigger and bigger. If you want to take Ruohan away in front of me, it's just a fool's dream. "“ If you are cold, wait for me. I will come back in ten days. " Lu Changfeng reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was a terrible chill in his eyes“ If you dare to hurt Ruohan, I, Lu Changfeng, swear that I will tear you to pieces! " Lu Changfeng stares at death coldly, and his cold air bursts out“ What a pity! I'll take this girl, too The God of death pointed to Lanxi with a strange smile on his mouth“ How dare you Lu Changfeng is furious“ Go away, rubbish Death completely ignores Lu Changfeng and raises his right hand. A torrent of power bombards Lu Changfeng like a raging tide. Lu Changfeng rolls down the mountain. His sternum had been broken by death, and the pain was unbearable. This time, he rolled all the way from the mountain to the foot of the mountain. His muscles and bones seemed to be broken. He was so painful. Of course, how can physical trauma and pain compare with mental and spiritual torture and suffering? In ten days, he had to break through to the middle of Huatian realm, and then with the help of Kunpeng beast, he was qualified to fight death. In order to defeat the God of death, the cultivation must step into the later stage of heaven. Otherwise, once death gets the chance of the last spiritual power, it will be more and more difficult to defeat. Even hopeless! I thought I could take Chen Ruohan away, but I didn't think about it. In the end, I even took Lanxi in. The battle with death was the first tragic defeat in Lu Changfeng's life. There was nothing to say about the defeat. He could not even find the reason to vent. Because, the opponent is too strong! However, Lu Changfeng was born unyielding and tenacious. Where you fall, you have to get up“ Death, you wait. It won't take ten days. What I lost will be taken back by myself! "