Martial Dao Overlord

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With Luo Feng ’s Soul Power and how powerful the perception is, the conversation between Yuan Kong and the Fire Cloud Sword master is clear, and the heart ca n’t help sneering. This Yuan Kong is really supercilious, but who will regret it, it wo n’t take long. As the water recedes, the rocks appear.

Concentrating on his mind, Luo Feng did not pay attention to the two people any more, looked around, and found Jiang Fengfeng and Su Zhuyun in the crowd not far away.

Su Zhuyun smiled to him nodded with a smile, Jiang Fengfeng stood on a sword, waved his hand excitedly, disregarding the eyes of others, and made a gesture of cheering.

Luo Feng gestured, his mind suddenly moved, turned his head, and looked to the other side. A fiery silhouette jumped into his eyes. It was Ming Feng who had seen him on the Wenjiantai before.

There are several light body shadows next to Mingfeng. From the perspective of breath fluctuations, these people are all out of the ordinary cultivation base, and the lowest one is at least True Origin Realm 9th Layer Peak. Several of them are golden swords. So, in a group of young disciplines, it looks outstanding and very eye-catching.

He met Luo Feng’s eyes, and Ming Feng hesitated slightly, nodded, and said hello.

Luo Feng also nodded to respond and then took back his sight.

“Ming Feng, what are you doing so politely with that brat?”

Next to him was a tall figure, dressed in Tsing Yi, who had a cold breath. He noticed Ming Feng’s sight and asked.

Another sword tomb discipline said with a smile: “Ming Feng Senior Sister, don’t you want to ask Jiantai?”

The Tsing Yi man’s discipline sneered: “What qualifications does he have to let Ming Feng take action, we can come on stage by himself, and one move will make him fiasco.”

“Senior Brother Lin said very much. If we go up, isn’t it bully the weak.”

“Oh, this is not good. It hasn’t been this busy for a long time, and I don’t want to end so soon.”

Several disciples talked and laughed with each other. For the next contest, they did not take seriously, as if they were outside the audience.

Only Ming Feng had never spoken. After looking at Luo Feng, he closed his eyes and observed carefully. A little of the rays of light, like sparks, could be seen on her skin.

After about one hour, 100 sword masters are full, 100 people have their eyes full, some are gentle like jade, some have white hair and youthful face, some are like children, and everyone ’s appearance and temperament have nothing common with each other, but the breath is extremely terrifying, Luo Feng is less than a little bit guessing.

At the moment, the sword sword all around has been covered by sword light. Almost all the sword tomb recipes have been rushed over. The number is more than 1000. Some people stared at Luo Feng, and their eyes were stern.

These sword tomb disciples are all experts in understanding the word intent, with thousands of eyes gathered, the resulting imposing manner is also terrifying, and the air has a slight ripple.

If it is an ordinary person, being watched by so many kendo experts, I am afraid it will immediately lose heart.

Luo Feng is on the whole and is not affected by his eyes at all. He drinks tea calmly and talks with Mu Qingxue and Yue Haitang about some things on the rivers and lakes.

Seeing this scene, those sword masters who were originally interested in Luo Feng to disdain as beneath contempt couldn’t help but have a little more interest in their eyes.

Weng!

Suddenly, the clear sword sound of Saint Sword Peak stopped, and the whole discussion of Wenjiantai was gradually lowered, and the needle fell and heard. Everyone was looking forward to the expression. The next step is to ask Jiantai to compete!

The sound of the sword fell, and the Nebula Sword Master, not far from Luo Feng, got up and stepped out. The dreamy silhouette suddenly appeared over the Wenjiantai. A pair of beautiful eyes looked around and slowly said:

“The reason for convening everyone this time must be clear to everyone. Next, Cang Lan Dynasty Exquisite Palace disciple Luo Feng and our sword tomb younger generation disciple will compete with each other. This competition is related to the prosperity of our sword tomb. I hope you all come up with true strength and do n’t be neglected. In addition, the competition is not a life and death vendetta. Please click here to stop, and avoid killers. “

The voice of Nebula Sword Master fell, and the atmosphere of asking the sword platform suddenly became tense.

Nebula Sword Master turned his eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes looked towards Luo Feng.

Mu Qingxue said to Luo Feng: “Go.”

Luo Feng nodded and got up to take the stage.

“Luo Feng !”

Yue Begonia called Luo Feng, and also stood up, looking at him with his eyes, said: “Be careful.”

Luo Feng pats Yue Haitang shoulders, said with a smile: “Relax, will not let you down. You are ready to enter the sword mound.”

After speaking, Luo Feng’s footsteps lightened slightly, and the silhouette flew out. The air passing through the place seemed to be cut and rippled. From the high platform to the Wenjiantai, a clear trace of naked eye appeared.

Good Lightness Art!

Even though these sword tomb disciples had prejudices against Luo Feng, they could not help seeing his hand.

The main star of Nebula Sword smiled, opened the mouth and said: “Okay, the competition has officially started. Some people who are willing to come on stage can go on stage by themselves.”

Luo Feng stood on the ask sword platform, the silhouette was straight, and his eyes were fixed on the sword shadow all around.

“I come!”

A clear voice came from the sky to the east.

Followed by!

Shua!

A beam of azure light stretched in the void, and a light breeze swept through, asking the sword platform, 100 steps away from Luo Feng, a male disciple appeared wearing blue clothed and wearing a silver sword.

“It’s a quick body style, it’s 30% faster than that of Luo Feng!”

“It turned out to be Qin Li, and his Lightness Art has always been excellent. It seems that he was very satisfied with Luo Feng’s body style just now.”

“That’s right, this Luo Feng Lightness Art looks pretty good, attacking each other’s strengths, and then defeating him, which shows the majesty of our sword tomb discipline. With Qin Li’s Lightness Art, we can definitely win.”

As the blue clothed disciple came to power, everyone’s eyes immediately condensed on Wenjiantai.

Luo Feng only feels that within the body is really stagnation, and my heart is a little surprised. Asking the sword platform will suppress the person with a higher cultivation base, and then let the two sides compete on the stage. If the cultivation base reaches the same realm, he will be suppressed. That is to say, the other party’s cultivation base is still under himself.

“I was underestimated …”

Luo Feng is a little speechless, I don’t know if I should be happy.

“Your Lightness Art is good, but unfortunately, there will be no use in front of me. Because my Lightness Art is stronger than you!”

The blue clothed disciple looked proud and shook the long sword in the hand, and the word edge sprinkled with layers of snow and bright Sword Qi. Then, the Sword Qi burst open suddenly, the blue clothed disciple silhouette disappeared, and appeared without any warning at the front 5 steps of Luo Feng .

“Death!”

With a sneer on his face, a blue clothed disciple sword burst out with a condensed Sword Qi of several zhang long, crossed a stunning arc in the void, and pierced his shoulder in one click.

“It’s so quick to win and lose!”

There was a loud noise in the court.

“No, that is not the real body!” There was a startle.

The clear wind passed, Luo Feng silhouette scattered with the wind and disappeared in place.

“where it goes!”

The blue clothed disciple fell into the icy cold before he could rejoice.

He didn’t even notice how Luo Feng left his sight! As an excellent swordsman for Lightness Art, he knew exactly what this meant.

“Feiyu Liuhua!”

Can’t grasp Luo Feng’s position, blue clothed disciple thoughts are revolving, without the slightest hesitation’s full power to urge Zhenyuan and hold up the sword.

Weng!

The azure qi flow on the sword edge swept endlessly. He wanted to perform a large-scale attack, one was defense, and the other was to force Luo Feng to appear in the dark.

At this time.

Shua!

Without warning, the air twisted slightly, Luo Feng appeared in front of the blue clothed disciple.

“Ah!”

The blue clothed disciple was taken aback, not waiting for the sword to take shape, forcing a mouthful of true yuan, slashing with a sword, and then an irresistible force came on the face, directly smashing the Jiangang.

I only felt a pain in my chest, violent fist strength, and even carried him with a sword, slamming it out, slamming, fiercely hit the azure light curtain that asked the sword platform all around.