Martial Arts Overlord

"The identity of the king is really easy to use!"

Above the flowing clouds, Luo Feng said to himself like electricity.

There are ants under the king. This sentence is not just talking, it represents the honor of the king, just like when he showed the sword spirit level sword intent, all the disciples of the Northern Flame Sect who had been arrogant before, all bowed their heads. !

The king is the existence that stands tall in the clouds and makes countless people look up to!

Huh!

The figure flickered, and it didn't take long before Luo Feng landed on the cliff where Ziling was hiding.

Next to a piece of bluestone, Ziling sat on the ground, her delicate face resting on her hands, breathing evenly.

Upon seeing this, Luo Feng frowned slightly.

Maybe it was because she was chased and killed by the Tianyin Witch before, fleeing desperately, or for other reasons. In the past two days, Zi Ling fell asleep for longer and longer.

It seemed that, as the Red Moon Fairy said, no matter what she did or not, Zi Ling would awaken step by step. It was only a matter of time.

Sometimes reality is so cruel.

It seems to give you countless choices, but the only choice is already destined.

With a sigh, Luo Feng took out a leather jacket, covered it with Zi Ling, sat down with his knees beside him, and took out a Feng Yuan bead that sealed the medium-sized Yuan spirit vein from the storage ring.

Large-scale Yuan Ling Veins can be encountered and cannot be found, and the large-scale Yuan Ling Veins that exist are all occupied by major forces. To obtain them, it is difficult for Luo Feng today to reach the sky.

Luo Feng had already planned to collect as many medium-sized Yuan spirit veins as possible later.

One hundred medium-sized spiritual veins are equivalent to one dragon vein, which seems to be more difficult to collect. In terms of difficulty, collecting medium-sized spiritual veins is actually easier.

Closing his eyes, Luo Feng ran the Eighth Transformation of the Nine Divine Dragon Transformation and began to refine the medium-sized Yuan Lingmai.

Soon, Zi Ling woke up leisurely, Luo Feng stopped his practice, took Zi Ling, continued on the road, and flew towards the direction of the sword tomb.

Bei Cang Mountain is not too far from the Sword Tomb, the two stopped and walked for a day and night, and they were already less than a thousand miles away from the Sword Tomb.

At this time, the surrounding tyrannical aura gradually increased, and Luo Feng even saw two holy land geniuses who were famous on the Venerable Conference.

The two walked in a hurry, with a murderous look on their bodies.

Isn't Luo Feng surprised at this? Although the location of the sword tomb is within the territory of a hundred countries, it is not too far away from West Desert.

Now that the Meteor Dragon Mountain Covenant has been torn apart, the West Desert Demon Sect and the Nine Great Sacred Grounds are constantly in small frictions. In the past few years, there have been several battles.

Not wanting to attract the attention of others, Luo Feng reduced his aura and looked like just a swordsman looking for ordinary.

It was only a few hundred miles away from the Sword Tomb.

Luo Feng found that there were traces of wars everywhere, some traces, even those left by strong people beyond the distraction realm, were likely to be the battle of the king.

This made him vigilant. You must know that the Sword Tomb, as a hidden power, was also a former overlord, independent of the world, and its profound background made both the Nine Great Sacred Lands and the Demon Sect of the West Desert have a thin face. Here was once the only pure land in this chaotic land.

Thinking of Jian Tomb's battle with Tianyinzong because of him, Luo Feng took a breath and accelerated.

It didn't take long.

When passing a barren stone forest.

boom!

In the stone forest in front, a huge roar suddenly sounded, causing the earth to vibrate violently.

"Ok?"

Luo Feng raised his brows, his soul power was released, and he immediately noticed that thirty miles away, a group of people was in a big battle, and one of them was still his acquaintance.

Thirty miles away.

Seven disciples of the Sword Tomb were surrounded by dozens of disciples of the Blood Demon Sect.

Of the seven Sword Tomb disciples, three of them are Sword Tomb Golden Sword Envoys, whose cultivation bases are all in the Divine Realm, while the remaining four are Silver Sword Envoys, with slightly lower cultivation bases!

The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect who were besieged all had their cultivation bases above the Yuanhai realm. Among them, there were as many as five experts in the Divine Realm, and one of them was the first, full of blood and energy, turning into a series of intense blood inflammations. His whole body is constantly changing, wolves, tigers and leopards, with fake and real, turned out to be an extremely powerful person in the realm of real meaning!

A group of Blood Demon Sect disciples killed seven Sword Tomb disciples, and they retreat steadily. The Sword Tomb disciple leaned on the sword formation, which temporarily supported it. However, the sword light emitted by the sword formation was under the fierce attack of the True Intent Divine Realm powerhouse , Has been crumbling, will be broken at any time.

"Haha, see how long you can last. When the sword is broken, I want you to survive and die!"

The true meaning level powerhouse of the gods, while attacking fiercely, looked at the four women in the sword formation with a pair of eyes, and laughed lustfully.

"Senior Sister Fengfeng..."

A female disciple of Sword Tomb in Yuanhai realm, her face pale, her pretty face full of fear.

Jiang Fengfeng is one of the three Golden Sword Envoys of the Divine Realm. She curled her lips, her eyebrows were erected, and while running the sword formation, she said:

"Don't be afraid! There should be rescue soon. If... in case the sword formation is broken, you will go first, and the three of us will stop them."

"Hahaha, in front of my Blood Flame Demon, do you still want to go? Where do you want to go! The ghost number is shocking!"

The Blood Flame Demon sneered cruelly, his eyes burst out with terrifying brilliance, and he pressed his palm.

Suddenly, the blood inflammation was surging, and the voice of ghost crying and wolf howling sounded in the void, and the blood inflammation exuding strong evil energy turned into a torrent of ghost shadows, swooping down with teeth and claws.

Boom!

A torrent of ghosts hit the sword formation fiercely. Suddenly, Jiang Fengfeng's body was shaken, a small mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the sword formation was also torn!

She was only in the middle stage of the Divine Realm, and she was extremely reluctant to support such a sword formation and resist a strong person in the Real Intent Divine Realm.

"Haha, break it!"

The other Blood Demon Sect disciples found that the sword formation had reached the limit, and immediately launched an offensive with all their strength.

With a few qi, the sword array struck.

With a bang, the sword array burst to pieces immediately, and the seven sword grave disciples retreated in embarrassment.

"You go, after we break."

Jiang Fengfeng waved a long sword, a shocking sword aura, and directly beheaded a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect who charged up.

"Humph!"

A disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, who was also in the middle stage of the Distraction Realm, gave a cold snort and fisted.

In the peak state, Jiang Fengfeng would not be afraid to face a warrior of the same level, but now she was injured, with 10% combat strength, only 60% to 70% left, and she was directly spitting blood back with a punch.

"come on!"

Jiang Fengfeng has a gorgeous appearance and a strong mid-level of distraction. This disciple of the Blood Demon Sect has no intention of killing him, with evil light in his eyes and a big hand, trying to capture him.

At this time.

Huh!

A sword aura passed by, and was about to capture Jiang Fengfeng’s Blood Demon Sect disciple, he felt that the world was starting to turn upside down, standing beside him, but without a head...

This incident shocked everyone present.

brush!

Two silhouettes landed in the middle of the battlefield. On the left was a beautiful girl in purple clothes. The skirt was slightly swayed, and her eyebrows were lightly frowned. The delicate eyebrows, glimpsing between her delicate eyebrows, had the charm of overwhelming all beings.

Beside her, there is a black swordsman who stands tall and wears a mask, with a long sword in his hand, blooming with cold light.