Martial Arts Overlord

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Huh! Huh!

Three Disciples of the Blood Demon Sect wearing black robes flew in midair like a gallop, pulling a stream of streamers behind them for dozens of meters. It was gorgeous, and it took a long time for the squealing air to sound. Degree After the sound.

"Hey, I finally found Luo Feng. Last time the Canglan Dynasty jointly held a hunting conference, I was severed by an exquisite disciple and almost lost my life. This account must be properly liquidated today!"

A one-armed warrior on the left touched the empty left sleeve, his eyes flashed cold, his face cruel.

"I heard that at this hunting conference, Luo Feng ranked fourth in the personal record. It seems that the death of the blood poison demon is related to him. This man's combat strength is not trivial. We better not despise the enemy, so as not to regret it. . "One humane.

"Hum, this is just a rumor."

The one-armed warrior who spoke first waved his hand and didn't care: "I was in Dayang City at the time. The blood poison devil was killed by the lord Yangdingtian of Dayang City. What does it have to do with Luo Feng? With Brother Cui in there, I ’m afraid he wo n’t do anything. ”

With that said, the one-armed warrior looked at the young man in the middle with awe in his eyes.

The young man's name is Cui Qi, just over 20 years old, much younger than him, but he has already cultivated in the middle of the ninth level of Spiritual Realm. He is a level higher than him. In the future, 10% will be able to rank 108 blood. Magician!

"Hurry up, Luo Feng has caused us the Blood Demon Sect to suffer heavy losses. This time we must not let him leave the Red Flame Desert alive."

The youth looked indifferent and had very few words. A simple sentence was full of murder.

"Yes!"

The other two did not dare to disobey the words of the youth, while speeding up.

Ok?

Not far away, the youth raised a brow, and his sharp eyes suddenly looked down.

In the desert, a slender figure in a blue shirt was advancing forward against the sand.

The silhouette is extremely fast, no longer underneath them, and walking around, there are many phantoms behind, making people unable to distinguish between true and false, the degree seems slow, but it is incredibly fast, the strong wind cut a huge crack in the desert.

"Well, this trifle ... It should be the lost phantom step of the Jade Palace. This is a peerless skill that only a few elite disciples in the Jade Palace can cultivate. This person must be a talented disciple in the Jade Palace. Seeing where he is going, it should be and We go to the same place! "

In the air, the one-armed warrior looked at the silhouette and said to the youth beside him.

"Since it is the person of the Twelve Golden Temples of the Canglan Dynasty, the killing is to avoid the latter 20% of calamities."

The youth was expressionless, his eyes locked on the figure, and his sword was cut.

Huh!

The sharp spirit was permeated, and the huge sword-sword that was over a hundred meters long flashed in the void, and instantly cut the silhouette in the desert into two pieces, and the sand layer was cut into a deep sword mark, which could not be closed for a long time.

"Brother Cui has good swordsmanship!" The middle-aged martial artist complimented.

The young man didn't speak, a little suspicious expression appeared on his face, and he stared at it, his face suddenly changed.

"That's not true body, back!"

While drinking coldly, the young figure sprang out.

next moment!

An extremely condensed sword qi suddenly rose from below the three, and wanted to compliment the young middle-aged warrior with a few words. He was just alert, his body suddenly became cold, and he watched a sword qi from his eyes. Passing by, he immediately lost consciousness and fell into eternal darkness.

Huh!

Blood splattered, and the body of the middle-aged warrior was divided into two from the middle, and the incision was smooth and flat, and a blood rain fell from the sky.

"what!"

The one-armed warrior exclaimed in fright, standing with the Sabre youth, panicking uneasily, glanced around, and yelled, "Who! Bright people don't do secret things, come out!"

The young martial artist did not speak, and his gloomy gaze looked to the left.

A slender figure stood there.

The figure holds a sword in his hand and wears a light blue strong suit. The sharp spirit of the sword is still left on his body.

His eyes moved upward, and the young warrior's eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking at the dress, this man is obviously a man, but the other person has a stunning face that countless women should be jealous of. A green silk bundle is behind his head, dancing gently in the wind, exquisite features, a pair of bright eyes bright as stars, slender The air between the eyebrows is exposed, and the temperament is dusty. Even as a man, the youth can not help but feel amazing: there are such beautiful men in the world.

However, the youth did not develop a sense of contempt because of the weak appearance of each other, and his eyes were very dignified.

Judging from the vitality fluctuations, the other side's cultivation is not under him, but also a warrior in the middle of the ninth level of the spirit circle, and he has also cultivated such unparalleled skills as the Jade Palace to welcome the Lost Steps. The strength is by no means simple.

Groan!

Mei Gong shook his sword, and stared brightly at the two Disciple Disciples, his words were cold:

"Ming people don't do secret things, this sentence seems to be for me."

The one-armed warrior looked up, and there was a fascination in his eyes, and he was surprised: "You ... you are the 'first son' Yue Haitang!"

No wonder he was so surprised. There were two names in this hunting meeting, and it was rumored to be among the great disciples of Mozong.

One is Luo Feng and the other is Yue Haitang.

Luo Feng became famous because of the map of Mozong's stronghold; Yue Haitang was because his record was too amazing and weird.

During the hunting meeting, Yue Haitang's one-time Demon disciple killed and killed more than 5,000 people, which is equivalent to one person killing one Demon Stronghold.

Even the disciples of Mozong, who are as murderous as a hemp, heard this record, and many people changed their color, and the name was discouraged by three points in their hearts.

"It turns out that you are the" first son "Yue Haitang. Since that is the case, it is more important for you. You can kill two young masters of the Twelve Golden Temples today, it is really happy!"

The young warrior stared at the opposite beauty boy with cruel eyes. He also heard Yue Haitang's amazing record. Among the people he wanted to kill, Yue Haitang ranked among the top three.

Huh!

As soon as the voice fell, the sword in the hands of the young warrior trembled and a sword pierced.

Suddenly, the dazzling blood-colored sword qi penetrated through the air, and the air was filled with strong **** gas, which was disgusting, but only momentarily, the blood-colored sword qi penetrated the beauty's head and dissipated into nothing.

"A phantom again!"

The young warrior's face was gloomy and his voice was a little angry.

The phantom fan step of the Jade Palace in the Canglan Dynasty is a kind of light-weight martial arts that combines fantasy array and body style. When it is performed, it can confuse the enemy. He has only heard of it before, and did not expect to actually start. Seeding method is so troublesome.

brush!

The beauty son is Yue Haitang. He appeared ten steps away, staring brightly at the young man, frowning and asking:

"Two young masters of the Twelve Golden Temples, who is the other one? Isn't Luo Feng? He's really here?"