The Order of Purple Thorn

"Yes, it should be because a powerful Immortal King has come, so the position of Nan Feng as the overlord of the Immortal King Level Slaughterer must be shaken." Blood Emperor said.

"Alright! I can only say that they are very courageous and that they are also fearless. " Lord Yu shook his head.

Elder Qing looked at Lord Yu, "We have confidence in Nan Feng, but the other party knows that he will still dare to fight, which means that they have some methods, so we have to remind Nan Feng to be careful."

"Master Zong, they only know the Nan Feng of five years ago. The current Nan Feng, they do not." Lord Yu laughed.

In the past few years, Lord Yu had always been by Nan Feng's side and knew of Nan Feng's condition in the Immortal Slaughter Platform five years ago. Five years ago, Nan Feng's strength was on a completely different level from the current Nan Feng.

Lord Yu was extremely impressed with Nan Feng's Asura's Great Wisdom Palm, because other than the violent attacks that he carried, the Asura's Great Wisdom Palm also had an extremely strong additional effect. Let alone suppression, control, or speed, there was also the attack of a soul. It could be said that other than his own strength being strong enough to resist, there was no other way to counter it.

"Yu, Nan Feng has made great progress in these five years?" The Blood Emperor asked the Lord Yu.

"Yes, I have made great progress!" It's just a few moves away from the Great Perfection of Immortal King that killed the Flood Dragon Clan, there's no need to run away from those Peak Immortal King of the Flood Dragon Clan, and after being suppressed by his boundary field, each and every one of them is like killing a child. Lord Yu described Nan Feng's situation and gave his an evaluation.

"Then the Immortal Slaughter Platform s that don't allow him to ascend the Great Perfection of Immortal King must have confidence in one thing! I was just thinking about a problem. The Flood Dragon Clan failed to attack Nan Feng and the Asura Race made a huge move. If it wasn't a coincidence, the Flood Dragon Clan and Lord of the Thousand Buddha Temple would be working for the Asura Race. " The Elder Qin said.

"That's right, when the Elder Qin didn't say anything, I did not think it was a coincidence. Actually, whether it's a coincidence or not is not important. The Flood Dragon Clan does not care about the overall situation of the Hundred Tribes Alliance. Elder Qing's words were a little cold.

Nan Feng picked up the Tent and laid it on the bed. Then he placed it on the table and brewed a pot of tea.

Gu Xianying followed Nan Feng, continuously attending to him by her side. Nan Feng's Wife s did not say anything, so what if something happened? They couldn't care about it, and Nan Feng loved them, loved their family, that was enough!

"Thank you!" Nan Feng nodded at Gu Xianying.

Gu Xianying laughed, the two words' Nan Feng 'might be graceful or polite, but to her, it was still an attitude.

"You have to be careful, the reason why he dared to challenge us is because he has some confidence. Maybe the Asura Race's powerful Peak Immortal King is coming." Gu Xianying said.

Nan Feng took a sip of tea, "There are many strong Peak Immortal King but there is only one Overlord at this level, and that is me, Nan Feng."

Gu Xianying laughed, others would beat him up so badly, that she wouldn't be able to find the right words to say it, but when Nan Feng said it, there was only one word, domineering!

"Correct, you are the overlord of this level!" Qing Luan lifted the curtain of the Tent and walked in.

"The Grand Commander is here, please take a seat!" Nan Feng greeted.

A few days ago, I was thinking about changing the battle uniform set that Sergeant was wearing. I ordered two sets for you, but it's different from your usual style. Qing Luan said as she sat down.

Nan Feng laughed, "If you like it or not, you can try it out."

Then, Qing Luan took out a set of iron colored battle uniform.

Nan Feng entered the Zhuxian Pavilion to change before appearing inside the Tent.

Cold Iron Battle Armor, Cold-Iron Cloth!

"With killing intent." Gu Xianying said.

"I'll wear him!" Nan Feng said as he sat down.

"On the battlefield, this kind of cold iron armor possesses a shocking power, this is probably what the overlords of the Immortal Slaughter Platform felt." Qing Luan said as she looked at Nan Feng.

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, Nan Feng took out the guitar, and lightly played it.

"There is no rising and falling, there is no joyous Buddha, there is no knuckles black with red eyes; there is no water or fire, there is no beacon smoke, the black skirt of the Cold-Iron Cloth is red; whoever prays for the curse, whoever rolls up the sleeves, the Green Hellish Sword moves sorrowfully to the left and right; whoever draws the bow, who rolls up the scroll, the god of annihilation moves forward and back. The one who waited for ten thousand years was just a mistake. The one who stared at the other for a second left a legend behind. He had waited for her for ten thousand years, only to be lonely; she looked at him for a second, then turned and took the legend away. One person's cry would attract ten thousand people's cries, ten thousand armor would not be able to withstand a three inch twist of the finger, one person's frown would cause ten thousand people to tremble, and three thousand Realm s would only cause one spring's water flow … "

Nan Feng was affected by the two words "Cold-Iron Cloth" and remembered a song.

Suddenly, Qing Luan's eyes lit up, "Whoever waits for someone for another 10,000 years, that's just a mistake. She waited for him for another 10,000 years, that's just a loneliness …"

"I was just casually singing a song. Don't you think that the person mentioned in this song is very domineering? If one day I frown and Asura Race retreat thousands of miles, that would be great. "

"I just feel a bit touched. The God-Slaying Battleaxe has been going forward for a long time, and what I said is right. After the war ends, I will leave the battlefield." Qing Luan said.

Inside Handsome account, a few Elder s were also silently drinking tea.

"There is a way to govern the world, and the tune is captivating. This is a person who can rely on his talent to stand tall in the world, yet he was forced onto the battlefield." Elder Qin was a little emotional. Women were always emotional.

The second day after Nan Feng had reached the border, the Asura Race came out to challenge others again. Ji Wan stood on top of the Arena s of the Great Perfection of Immortal King, and an azure-robed man came to the Peak Immortal King Immortal Slaughter Platform that Nan Feng had once dominated.

"Nan Feng, you cowardly turtle, hurry up and come out to die." Ji Wan shouted at the Hundred Tribes Alliance camp, pointing at Nan Feng's name.

Clutching the Cold-Iron Cloth on his body, Nan Feng walked away and slowly walked towards the Immortal Slaughter Platform. At this time, the battle drums started to chime, and the Kowloon's legion and the Legion's Sergeant began to move under the orders of their leader, uniformly advancing towards the Immortal Slaughter Platform.

Only the sound of footsteps could be heard, and before long, Nan Feng arrived in front of Immortal Slaughter Platform. Following the raise of the arm, the tens of thousands of Sergeant stopped in their tracks.

Nan Feng looked at the Immortal Slaughter Platform, and slowly looked at his own seat.

"You are Nan Feng? My Asura Hun Wang Family, come up and die! " The Asura Race man on top of the Peak Immortal King shouted.

"No one will tell you, you are standing in my position, Nan Feng. Who gave you the courage to stand on that stage?" Nan Feng's words were calm, but they were overbearing!