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Standing up staggeringly, disciple in blue sprayed a large mouthful of blood and looked up at Luo Feng. His pale complexion turned blue and his eyes were extremely unwilling. ㈧㈠Chinese Network Ww┡W. 8⒈Ｚw. Com

He still has no tricks to play, and even the sword has not yet had time to use, he was defeated, how willing!

However, just now, he forced his Qi to show his sword skill, and at the critical moment he was blown away by Luo Feng with a punch, hurt his lungs, and it was obviously unrealistic to fight again.

The winner has been divided.

Gritting his teeth, disciple in blue clasped his fists at Luo Feng, shamelessly swooping down to ask Jiantai.

Nebula sword master Mei eyes looked at Luo Feng.

She had almost lost Luo Feng's position just now. The other party not only did a good job of repairing, but also practiced a secret method to hide the breath, in order to achieve such a surprisingly difficult attack.

Of course, the showdown was too childish. It was more because the disciples of the blue clothes had the intention to see more.

The disciples of Lanyi lost, and many of the disciples at the tomb, including many sword masters, did not look good.

Regardless of the reason, it is not a glorious thing that the same disciple of the sword tomb and the brother of the same division lost to a swordsman, but also lost so miserably.

For a moment, everyone was eager to move.

"I'll fight you!"

With a long howl, a tall silver sword made Fei Qian to ask the sword stage, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and the first peak of Zhenyuan Realm was repaired. When he asked the sword, the repair was immediately suppressed to the early stage of True Realm. , And Luo Feng a level.

The disciple Gao and the disciple of Lan Yi who belonged to Bai Jianfeng's Yuhuafeng disciple, seeing his master's fiasco defeat, naturally he couldn't bear this tone, and wanted to get revenge for his master and save his face for Yuhuafeng.

Hum!

As soon as he stepped on the sword platform, the tall disciple immediately released the sword intention, and Bacheng sword blessed him. Yin Yin sword in his hand groaned, a strong sharp air permeated, flashing an intense cold light, violently tearing The surrounding air.

With the release of the sword, the disciples tall and stared at Luo Feng with a pair of tigers staring: "Don't think that you will still be as lucky as just now. Brother Qin defeated you just now, I want to get him back!"

What he said was that if the disciples in the blue clothes just now were not careless, Luo Feng was not an opponent at all.

Hearing his words, Jiang Fengfeng shook his head slightly.

At that time, she and Luo Feng played against each other. Xiu Yi was one step higher than Luo Feng. Jianyi had also been promoted to Dachengjing, and she was not an opponent. Although this tall disciple was also a silver sword ambassador, Jianyi was not as good as her. On the sword pad, in the case where Xiu was unable to dominate, the results can be imagined.

She thought so, but the other sword tomb disciples did not think so. In their opinion, Luo Feng was able to win the battle just now.

Now, this good luck is obviously over.

The swordsman who exhibits the sword intention is the real swordsman.

"Go ahead!"

Luo Feng was expressionless, his indifferent gaze was very provocative in the eyes of tall disciples.

"Okay, pick me up, Qinghong!"

With a roar, the tall disciple's eyes were sharp. When the footsteps moved, people followed the sword. The sword's edge pulled out a sharp green trajectory. It instantly arrived in front of Luo Feng and looked far away. There was one more on the platform. Huge Qinghong, wants to penetrate Luo Feng.

"cut!"

Emperor Yan broke the scabbard instantly, Luo Feng merged into a ray of momentum on the knife, holding the knife with one hand, splitting it with a knife.

Bang!

The thunder exploded, and there were creaks in the void, the sound of a broken sword.

Oh?

Nebula Sword's eyes lightened slightly.

"How is it possible that his general trend is the same as my sword power? Why is it such a mighty power!"

The high disciples were horrified, but did not take long, because Xueliang Daoguang had completely wiped out the sword energy, and with an irresistible momentum, chopped to this side.

"It's impossible!" The tall martial artist gnashed his teeth and roared, and Zhenyuan in his body urged to the limit, holding the sword in his hands and splitting it out.

"Feiyu Liuhua!"

Huh!

The sword was cut off, and a sword-like air like a cyan wing spurted out. The volley turned into countless cyan energies. A thin blue line was drawn in the void, and it shot like a blue sky. rainstorm.

Uh ...

Dao Guang broke into the cyan rainstorm, and it was like a bamboo shoot. He rolled on the tall disciples all the way, and eventually couldn't bear the annihilation, and completely collapsed and disappeared.

"Yes, pick me up again!"

Finally blocked Luo Feng's slash, before the tall disciples had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly fell from the sky, looked up, and couldn't help but panic.

From the moment he boarded the sword stand, Luo Feng had no intention to hide his strength. He was in mid-air, his body shook, and the mighty waves of the real yuan spread out. The golden flames soared into the sky and shrouded a large sky. He stood Among the golden flames, like a golden **** of war, step down.

"Burning Heaven King Step!"

Boom ...

As the footsteps were pressed down, the air layer on the sword stand exploded, and the tall warrior felt as if a mountain peak was pressing on his body, getting heavier and heavier, his legs couldn't stop trembling, and even some stood unstable.

"Qinghong line!"

Knowing that the blow was not a trivial matter, the tall warrior looked ruthless, and desperately raised the sword to the limit. One sword rose, and the inexhaustible cyan sword gas burst out with endless sharpness.

Rumble ...

As soon as the two forces came into contact, the air on the sword table immediately boiled like boiling water, violently shaking and rippled.

brush!

Luo Feng's figure flickered, his footsteps fell to the ground, steady as a rock.

At this instant, the whole questioning Jiantai had no sound, and it was quiet and incredible.

Opposite Luo Feng, the tall martial artist still maintained the posture of rushing with his sword.

However, his right leg was half-knelt on the ground, the sleeves of his arms were completely shattered, the skin of his arms was cracked, blood flowed, and even blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, looking extremely embarrassed.

No doubt, this battle is still Luo Fengsheng!

"Fell again!"

"What's going on with Luo Feng, his general trend is obviously only Yae Realm, how can Master Gao's Yae Swords have no resistance in front of his general situation."

"I don't understand either, it may be his skill."

"We have lost two games in a row. This is not the case. Is it really necessary to let him enter the sword mound?"

"Where's that? Qin Li and their swords haven't done much. In the Silver Swordsman, the ranking is only in the middle and low, and it is nothing to lose to Luo Feng. If you want to let the sword master agree with him to enter the sword mound, he will It's only possible to defeat the superior silver swordsman. Otherwise, don't even think about it. "

"Yes. You see, a lot of brothers and sisters can't sit still. As long as they take the shot, this Luo Feng will come to an end."

"Isn't Yuan Kong having a holiday with Luo Feng? Why can't he still shoot? I don't want to see this Luo Feng arrogant again."

Disciples at the sword tombs who were present had a lot of discussions, and they were a bit hesitant about Luo Feng's two wins.

On the high seats.

"I did not expect this Luo Feng, there is still a little strength." A young Jin Jianshi standing with Mingfeng glanced at Luo Feng, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The disciple in Tsing Yi beside him snorted: "It is a bit of strength, but that's all. If you use the upper silver sword of Uehara, he will only have a disastrous end."

At this time, Ming Feng, who had not spoken, suddenly opened his eyes: "Lin Xiaofeng, you better not be too optimistic. His strength should be far more than that. Yuan Kong may not be able to defeat him."

A Tsing Yi disciple known as Lin Xiaofeng shot his finger and looked at Luo Feng with a slight smile:

"Mingfeng, you look at him too high. You should also know that the upper silver swordsman and the sword intention have already been completed. The strength and the lower silver swordsman are completely different levels. His strength is placed on the silver sword So that, at best, it can reach the median level ... "

The other side of the auditorium.

Huoyun Jian's eyebrows shook, and his face became like fotan because of his anger. He turned back to a beautiful woman with white temperament and cold temperament:

"Yuhua Sword Master, you Yuhuafeng disciple, it's getting worse and worse! Even a secular swordsman can't help it."

The woman in white is the leader of Yuhua Fengfeng, one of the hundred sword masters. The two silver swordsmen who lost to Luo Feng just now are her disciples of Yuhuafeng.

Due to the successive defeats of the disciples under him, Yuhua Jianzhu was not in a good mood. When he heard the words of Huoyun Jian, his face immediately became cold, and his voice was cold:

"Huoyun Sword Master, my disciple of Yuhuafeng, I don't need you to teach me. You are so confident, why don't you see you sending your disciples to ask Jiantai? Are you afraid?"

Huoyunjian's eyes widened, and then he laughed: "My disciple Huoyunfeng, the sky is not afraid, the earth is not afraid, but not as weak as your Yuhuafeng disciple."

The master of Yuhua sword took a sip of Lingcha, and said slowly: "Everyone can speak big words."

Huoyunjian's face became angry and turned back to the original empty road:

"Original, go! Learn from that Luo Feng, remember, don't let the feathered sword master down!"

Speaking of the back, Huoyun Sword Master glanced at Yuhua Sword Master.

The feathered sword master looked slightly cold, but did not speak again.

"Yes!"

Yuan Kong stood up, glanced at Luo Feng, and sneered.

Lin Yin was defeated in the hands of Luo Feng before. The two Yuhuafeng disciples who had just met Luo Feng had the same strength as Lin Yin. It was taken for granted that he did not feel any surprise.

The reason why he hasn't shot yet is the result of repeated consideration. He wanted Luo Feng to be prestigious, and when he came to power, he would knock the opponent off the altar in one fell swoop!

It is said that the higher you stand, the worse you fall. In doing so, you must completely attack Luo Feng and make him humiliate in front of everyone.

Secondly, Yuan Yuxiang proved to Ming Feng who looked down on him, his fire lotus sword intention!

"Ming Feng, just look at it! My fire lotus sword will one day be able to make your day sword more."

Yuan Kong glanced at Ming Feng in the distance, and clenched his fists secretly.

Taking a deep breath, Yuan Kong retracted his gaze and was ready to board the Jiantai.

At this time, a figure took the lead and appeared on the sword sword platform. It was a true warrior, the eighth peak warrior. Wherever he passed, the air was torn, and the sword revealed by his body was extremely overbearing.

"This man's sword is done!"

Luo Feng looked at the person and raised a brow.

After the first two battles, the disciples of Jian Jian who watched the battle around calmed down a lot, and looked at the duo on the sword platform.