Martial Arts Overlord

With Luo Feng's soul power and how powerful the perception, he could clearly talk to Yuan Kong and Huoyun Sword Master. He could not help sneering. This Yuan Kong is really nobody, but who will regret it and it won't take long. Will fall out. "㈧Δ㈧" in Δ 文 网 Ww ん W．ん 8⒈Ｚw. Com

Converging, Luo Feng didn't pay attention to the two anymore, looked around, and Jiang Fengfeng and Su Zhuyun appeared in the crowd not far away.

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

Luo Feng made a point, suddenly moved his mind, turned his head, looked to the other side, a fiery figure jumped into the eyes, is the Ming Feng who had seen a side on the sword stand before.

There are a few young figures beside Ming Feng. From the perspective of breath fluctuations, these people are very extraordinary. The lowest one is also at least the peak of the true Yuan Dynasty, and several of them are Jin Jianshi. The disciples are outstanding and very eye-catching.

Confronting Luo Feng's eyes, Ming Feng hesitated slightly, nodded, and said hello.

Luo Feng nodded in response, and then looked back.

"Mingfeng, what are you doing so kindly with that kid?"

Next to him was a long, disciple male student in Tsing Yi, who noticed Ming Feng's eyes and asked.

Another disciple of the sword tomb laughed: "Sister Mingfeng, do you want to ask the sword platform too?"

Tsing Yi male disciple chuckled: "What qualifications does he have for Ming Feng to take his shot? We can come to power on our own, and we can defeat him with a single stroke."

"Brother Lin said that very much. If we go up, don't we bully the little ones."

"Oh, that's not good. It's been so busy for a long time, I don't want to end it so soon."

Several disciples talked and laughed at each other. For the next contest, they didn't take their heart at all, as if they were outside the audience.

Only Ming Feng never spoke. She looked at Luo Feng and closed her eyes. If she looked closely, she could see a bit of sparkling light shining on her skin.

About half an hour later, hundreds of sword masters have been seated, and some people have eyes staring, some are as gentle as jade, some are crane-like, and some are like children. Extremely horrible, Luo Feng could not figure it out at all.

At this moment, Wen Jiantai had been covered by Jianguang, and the disciples of the sword tomb almost rushed over. There were more than a thousand people, and some people stared at Luo Feng, his eyes narrowed.

These sword tomb disciples are masters who understand the meaning of swords, thousands of eyes gathered, the momentum is extremely shocking, and the air has a slight ripple.

If it is an ordinary person, being watched by so many kendo masters, I'm afraid I will be disheartened immediately.

Luo Feng was in the situation, and was not affected by the eyes. He calmly drank tea and talked with Mu Qingxue and Yue Haitang about some things on the rivers and lakes.

Seeing this scene, those sword masters who had been dismissive of Luo Feng could not help a little more interest in their eyes.

Hum!

Suddenly, the sound of Sheng Jianfeng's crisp sword stopped, and the whole discussion of Jiantai was gradually lowered. The needle was heard and everyone looked forward. The next thing was to ask Jiantai to compete!

The sound of the sword fell, and the Lord of the Nebula Sword not far from Luo Feng stood up and stepped out. The dreamlike figure instantly appeared above the sword platform, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked around slowly, saying:

"The reason for convening everyone this time must be clear to everyone. Next, Luo Feng, a disciple of the Linglong Palace of the Canglan Dynasty, will compete with our young disciples of the sword tomb. This competition is related to the prosperity of our sword tomb. I hope that you will each show your true strength and not be slack. In addition, competition is not life and death. Please stop while you are here, and avoid killers. "

The main voice of Xingyun Sword dropped, and the whole atmosphere of Jiantai was suddenly tense.

Nebula Sword Lord turned his gaze, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Luo Feng.

Mu Qingxue said to Luo Feng, "Go."

Luo Feng nodded, and stood up to go to power.

"Luo Feng!"

Yue Haitang called Luo Feng and stood up again, looking at him with a pair of eyes and saying, "Be careful."

Luo Feng patted Yue Haitang on the shoulder and laughed: "Relax, it won't let you down. You're ready to enter the sword mound."

After speaking, Luo Feng's footsteps lightened slightly, and the figure flew out. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be cut by water, ripples, and from the high platform to the sword platform, there was a clear trace visible to the naked eye.

Good job!

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

The master of Xingyun Sword smiled and said, "Okay, the competition is officially started, and there are people who are willing to step on the stage, they can step on their own."

Luo Feng stood on the sword stand, his figure was straight, his gaze was fixed on the surrounding layers of sword shadows.

"I come!"

A clear voice came from the east sky.

Immediately!

brush!

A cyan light extended in the void, a breeze swept across the sword, and on the sword platform, a hundred steps away from Luo Feng, a male disciple appeared wearing a blue suit and a silver sword.

"So fast, three points faster than Luo Feng!"

"It turned out to be Qin Li. His light work has always been excellent. It seems that he saw the physical fitness that Luo Feng had just cast, and he was very motivated."

"This is just right. This Luo Feng's light work looks pretty good. He attacked the other and defeated him. This shows the prestige of our sword tomb disciples. With Qin Li's light work, he can definitely win."

As the disciples in blue came on stage, everyone's attention immediately condensed on the questioning sword platform.

Luo Feng only felt that there was a stagnation of the true element in his body, and he was a little surprised at the bottom of his heart. He asked Jiantai that he would suppress the cultivation of the higher person, and then let the two parties on the platform discuss the competition. In order to reach the same level, he would be suppressed. , The other side is still under their own cultivation.

"I was underestimated ..."

Luo Feng was a little speechless and didn't know if he should be happy.

"Your light work is good. Unfortunately, it will be useless in front of me. Because my light work is stronger than you!"

Disciple Lan Yi looked proud, shook the sword in his hands, and sprayed a layer of snow on the sword's edge. Then, the sword gas suddenly burst out. The disciple of Lan Yi disappeared, and appeared in five steps in front of Luo Feng without any sign. .

"Fail!"

With a sneer on his face, the disciple in blue clothes drew a few condensed sword qi, crossed a stunning arc in the void, and pierced his shoulders.

"It's so fast!"

There was a loud noise on the court.

"No, that's not true!" A startl sounded.

The breeze passed, and Luo Feng's figure scattered with the wind and disappeared in place.

"where it goes!"

Before the disciples in blue had time to rejoice, they fell into the coldness of the bones.

He didn't even notice how Luo Feng left his sight! As an outstanding swordsman, he knew exactly what it meant.

"Feiyu Liuhua!"

Without grasping Luo Feng's position, the disciples in the blue clothes turned their minds and did not hesitate to urge Zhenyuan to raise the sword.

Hum!

Jian Feng swept endlessly on the cyan airstream. He wanted to launch a large-scale attack, one was defense, and the other was to persecute Luo Feng in the dark.

At this time.

brush!

Without any warning, the air was slightly distorted, and Luo Feng appeared in front of the disciples in blue.

"what!"

The disciple in blue was startled, waiting for the sword to take shape, forcing a real spit, a sword fissuredly slashed, and then an irresistible force came on his face, smashing the sword cricket directly.

I just felt a pain in my chest, and his fist was so fierce that he took him with a sword and blasted it out, slamming it against the cyan light curtain around the sword platform.