Martial Arts Overlord

Crackling!

A strong thunder suddenly burst a chaotic sky.

Among the lights, a figure flew in the air and was a crazy swordsman!

There were wires running up his body, his clothes shattered, his skin flesh had black marks, and his hair was scorched.

The sword air storm, though it wiped out most of the power of the thunder sword, but the terrifying thunder mood in the thunder sword was a fierce impact on the mad swordsman.

"kill!"

If it is an ordinary person who has been so badly hit, I am afraid that he would have fled for a long time, but the mad swordsman has long been devoured by the will of the King of Lifeless, and has become a puppet that only knows about killing. He seems to have no feeling for the injury on his body. With a loud roar, a shock of sharpness burst out again.

Uh ...

Countless sword shadows emerged, and under the blessing of the sword, each one sent out a terrible chill, all over the void, like the blooming blue sword lotus.

Hey!

As the mad warrior stabbed with a sword, countless swords qi converged on the sword in his hand, turned into a horrifying swordman, and killed Luo Feng with the terrible wind howling.

"So smart swordsmanship!"

Luo Feng raised his eyebrows. The opponent's swordsmanship changed dynamically and presented an unpredictable mood of change. Before this life, he must have been a famous swordsman.

"Break through the sky! Cut!"

The pupils of the pupil shrank into a ball, and Luo Feng's body was pervasive. He held the knife in his hands and split it with a knife. The huge sword was transformed into a dragon-shaped chop and whistled out.

boom!

Dao Jin and Jian Guang met in the middle, forming countless sword shadows of Jian Guang, and began to spin violently, trying to pierce the sword.

Unfortunately, at the moment Luo Feng was out of the sword, he had already found the flaw in the sword move. The dragon-shaped sword opened his teeth and claws, and blasted to the middle of the storm composed of sword air.

If you are a crazy swordsman, there is still a sense of reason now, and you will definitely play a trick and hide the flaws.

It is a pity that he is only a puppet with a desire to kill in his heart now, and how to know the principle of adaptability.

Bang!

The sword was cut off, as if the snake had been hit to seven inches. The breathtaking sword air storm, a violent shock, countless sword shadows began to fall apart and shattered, and the dragon-shaped sword remained unrelenting and swept towards the back. swordsman.

Huh!

The sound of Jin Tiejiao's voice sounded, and the mad swordsman was hacked. The figure flew backwards like a meteor. There was an astonishing huge cut on the chest. You can see the black bones and internal organs inside. Cut off.

Roar!

A snarled beast roared loudly in his mouth, and the mad warrior rushed up again, and the sword technique he had cast had no rules, just like a red-eyed beast.

Luo Feng shook his head and was about to use his sword to completely bury the other party.

Slightly!

Zhenyuan had just poured into the **** sky, and a slight crackling sound suddenly sounded, and the crack on the blade widened an inch.

Luo Feng's brow was slightly frowned, he simply closed the blood sky, thinking about it, cast the first type of "Bai Lie Zhen Quan" of Zhen Tian Quan!

The fist blasted out, a horrible fire and power mingled together, shaking out, and the whole sky sounded a crackling sound, countless flame cracks appeared, and looked at it as if the sky had been broken!

boom! The sword gas was broken, and the mad swordsman flew out, smashing a mountain peak, the body had been twisted into a twist, and his head had collapsed into a large piece, but still roaring to struggle.

"Rest in peace, step in the sky."

A violent atmosphere rose, and Luo Feng's body was burning with a fierce golden flame. As he stepped down, Jin Yan transformed into a flame-rage dragon, which pierced one by one, and swallowed the mad swordsman along with the mountain where he was.

Rumble!

It shakes.

When everything was calm, there were inhalation sounds all over the island.

The mad warrior, along with the mountain peak, has all disappeared, and there is only a huge footprint left there, with the fire and gas sweeping inside and the magma rolling.

"died!"

Someone shouted, his tone was shocking.

A swordsman in the seventh level of the Divine Realm, Jianyi began to show his true meaning, and was buried like this, leaving no bones.

"The afterlife is terrible, and the rivers and lakes are indeed the rivers and lakes of the younger generation."

The old man who has been paying attention to Luo Feng has a sigh of emotion. Although he is optimistic about Luo Feng, he just feels that Luo Feng may have the strength to deal with mad swordsmen. It should be difficult to defeat, after all, the realm between the two sides is there.

However, Luo Feng not only won, but also completely and completely. The mad swordsman did not have the slightest resistance, the general trend, martial arts, artistic conception, and all aspects of comprehensive suppression, clearly had the strength to compete against the real late Divine Power.

The middle-aged swordsman is also very surprised. He hasn't seen the genius. He has seen a lot of holy people. However, it is the first time that he is so shocked. When Luo Feng was born in Nine Kingdoms, the shock was even greater. .

"He said before that on the third island, he met Shen Yuan, the bloodwind hand, and also scrapped Shen Yuan's hand. Is this true ..." The middle-aged swordsman suddenly thought of what Luo Feng had said before .

At that time, he smiled at this sentence and did not consider its authenticity at all, because it was impossible at all, but now ...

"I'm afraid it's true ..." the old man said in his heart.

"Ha ha ha ha, terrific. It's our turn!"

Some martial arts issued violent drinking.

"That's right. You can't let Luo Feng stand alone."

"kill!"

"kill!"

Luo Feng's victory greatly inspired morale. The warriors on the island, together with the ghost bone demon, began to counterattack, and the precarious war situation began to reverse in an instant.

Luo Feng served the next masterpiece that restored Zhenyuan, and his eyes swept away, searching for a master in the battlefield.

"Luo Feng, the people of Jintuomen are going to run!"

Suddenly, a voice came into his ear, the young swordsman.

Luo Feng looked up.

In the distance, a group of people broke through the siege of the mad martial arts and flew towards the distance. The first person was Jing Yue, the master of Jin Tuomen.

Jing Yue also turned around, and the two eyes met in the air.

His face trembled, Jing Yue's eyes were gloomy and watery, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, we will have a period later!"

"Jin Tuomen, you seem to have forgotten something. I said that you must leave a hand."

Luo Feng's indifferent voice rang through the world.

"Master, hurry up!"

Hearing Luo Feng's words of deep murder, the disciples of Jin Tuomen who were present suddenly changed their faces. The three strongest elders all went to the third island. Their whereabouts are still unknown. Among them, the strongest is now One person is nothing more than the quadruple realm of the Divine Realm. After seeing the war just now, where would you dare to oppose Luo Feng? Unless Core Elder Shen Yuan appears now!

But they already had a faint thought in their hearts. Shen Yuan might have been Luo Feng ...

"go!"

Jing Yue's body also trembled, almost falling from the sky, and never dared to stay anymore. She was guarded by the disciples of Jin Tuomen, and Changhong was raised at the foot, flying through the air.

"Can you escape?"

Luo Feng's eyes narrowed, and between the words, the blood sky appeared in his hands, a circle, turned into a fierce fire, penetrated out, and pulled out a scary shadow in the sky.

"Be careful!"

"Break me!"

The two elder Jin Tuomen, who had been trained in divine realm, stood in front of Jing Yue, their breath burst, and the real yuan was transformed into two huge true yuan palms. They tried to catch the flames and wanted to intercept them.

boom!

Huh!

Huh!

With a loud bang, two palms were split open one after another. The two elders of Jin Tuomen only felt a flower in front of them, and they felt that the sky was turning. They saw their body farther and farther, and Jing Yue's face distorted because of extreme fear. .

"what!"

The tear of the blade cutting the flesh sounded, and a **** arm fell into the clouds.

"Ah ... hand! My hand ... my hand ..."

Jing Yue screamed loudly, desperately trying to retrieve the broken arm.

"Master, hurry up!"

All other Jin Tuomen disciples were frightened, and they dared to stay there, with Jing Yue, a few flickers disappeared into the clouds.

brush!

The blood sky circled back, was taken by Luo Feng in his hands, and a slight shock, the blood on it immediately dissipated.

Seeing this scene, the people present did not change color.

Jing Yue, the young master of the Jin Tuomen, said that he had to leave the other hand, and he really did so. It was bold and intimidating. The degree of danger of Luo Feng in the hearts of everyone rose several levels in an instant.

After that, the crowd continued to shoot and kill the mad martial arts on the island.

There are Luo Feng eradicating tricky masters, and there is a steady stream of ghost bones to help, occupying the beginning and falling aside, there are mad martial arts falling, being swept up by ghost bones, and chasing away corpses. As long as there is one Tone will create killings, and only complete destruction can prevent future troubles.

The battle was drawing to a close, with fewer than a hundred mad warriors still struggling.

Suddenly, a clear breaking sound came from a distance.

"Luo Feng, someone is here."

Lin Hongyi flew to Luo Feng.

Luo Feng looked up and breathed a sigh of relief, "Hehe, it's the person in the Twelve Golden Temples."

In the southeast direction, a small mountain peak galloping through the air broke through the air and made a roaring boom. The main hall of Yuanzhang Temple, Tu Wanshan, stood on the top of the mountain, magnificent.

Beside the small mountain peak, there is a huge purple horse. Among them, the figure is lavish, and it is the person of the Purple Temple.

On the other side, a colorful rainbow runs through the void, on which stands the disciples of the Linglong Temple and seniors, and the first is Elder Chixiao.

In addition, all the people in the Twelve Golden Temples of the Canglan Dynasty arrived.

"Master!"

There was a soft, vocal voice with a joy, and four cricket figures flew in, appearing in front of Luo Feng.

At first glance, Luo Feng turned out to be a swordsman of the Four Seasons. He disappeared in one or two years, and the four of them became more and more exquisite. Perhaps due to the practice of the Four Seasons swordsmanship, each person's temperament is different. , Four seasons beauty, pleasing to the eye.

"Have met the young master."

Shiji Jianshi approached, respectfully saluting, looking at Luo Feng, the corners of his eyebrows, full of joy, only Qiu Ju, who had a less guts, slightly bowed his head slightly.

Luo Feng nodded, somewhat surprised: "Why are you here?"