Martial Arts Overlord

cough!

The skinny warrior coughed a large mouthful of blood, looked up, and his face was immediately horrified.

Luo Feng stood in the air while holding a knife, a little blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and the robe on his body was shattered, but the skin under the robe was like jade without any scars.

"You, this is impossible!"

Pointing at Luo Feng, the skinny warrior's features were distorted, and an unwilling roar.

He is a warrior in the late period of Spiritual Realm, and the Blood River Qigong has practiced to the level of five blood rivers. Defeated in the hands of a young swordsman, the other party is just a warrior in the early stages of the Spiritual Realm VI!

Excited, the skinny warrior squirted a lot of blood again. Just a blow, it shook his internal organs and lumps. If he hadn't repaired it deeply, he protected his veins with vitality. It must be disabled.

"dead!"

Luo Feng looked at the excited skinny warrior, his eyes were indifferent, and Emperor Yan flashed his sword in the void.

A bright light magnifies infinitely in the pupil of the skinny warrior.

"Bloodsling!"

With a roar, the skinny warrior braced himself and was about to leave.

Huh!

The knife flashed, his body was slightly stiff, a clear blood line appeared on his chest, and a dozen-meter-long knife mark cracked on the ground behind him.

"I can not be reconciled……"

The setting sun shone, and the sky was red, and the skinny warrior looked at the glow of the sun, like Luo Feng, a **** of war, with regret on his face, and fell to the ground with blood on his face.

At the last moment, he couldn't figure out why he was defeated.

The disciples of Mozong who had just escaped in the forest just now have mouths wide open and stunned.

"He Lao is dead! How is it possible that the warriors in the early stage of the sixth stage of Lingxuan Realm could kill He Lao!"

"As a swordsman, he confronted directly. How can he compete with the old blood river qigong. Is he actually a martial artist?"

"It must be. Only a martial artist can have such an amazing defense. His blood is so strong that he is not like a swordsman at all."

"However, even a martial arts martial artist can't block HeLao's blow. The knife he just cast is very simple."

These Mozong disciples are under the control of He Lao, who knows his strength very well. Seeing Luo Feng behead him and kill them, one by one, the three corpses are scared.

Luo Feng didn't care about other people's comments. He took out a few pills of elixir, forcibly suppressed the boiling blood in his body, scanned the body of the dry warrior, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was lucky to be able to win.

If this person is cautious and does not risk attacking with all his strength, it is not easy for him to win. After all, the other party is a late sixth-level warrior in Lingxuan Realm, and his practice skills are also extremely powerful. It was only when the other party rushed forward that he underestimated him from the beginning. He underestimated him thoroughly, and then he had the opportunity to seriously hurt the other party.

The most important point is that after Luo Feng cultivated his blood to a unity of spirit and flesh, his defense was extremely amazing. Otherwise, he would not be able to stop the opponent's palm in any case.

From the beginning, Luo Feng was planning to use his powerful defense to fight against each other.

"The seven breaths are faster than expected."

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng turned back and looked in the direction of the Lin Yueer.

"Xinghui seeks a gap!"

"The flying spirit changes!"

"Qiu Yu Xiaoxiao!"

Among the seven or eight Mozong disciples, Lin Yue'er, Fang Lin, and Nan Xuan danced with their figures dazzling, their wrists shaking, and the sword in their hands cut out a piece of sword light.

These sword lights seem to be slow and urgent. Some sword lights are like a summer thunder, and they express a sense of killing; some sword lights are warm, and they feel like a spring breeze; these swords are entangled with each other, but they are terrible The momentum formed a sword-like zone, densely packed, strangled in the air, and the air was torn and shattered.

Although the disciples of nearby Mozong Xiu were tall, they had to be cautious to support their suffocate and besiege in the face of the sword array. Instead, it seemed that Lin Yueer had the upper hand.

"This is the sword array ..."

Seeing this scene, Luo Feng's eyes flashed.

He was worried about Lin Yueer, not his opponents, but it seemed that he was worried.

The three of Lin Yueer's kendo practice are extremely good, especially Nan Xuan, a lovely round face, at this moment there is no usual playful look, a pair of big eyes are daring, each sword is with a thunderous potential The trio formed a sword array, which can maintain to this day, she contributed.

Seeing that Lin Yueer and others were not in danger, Luo Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at another battle site, his eyes flashed sharply.

In the sky in the distance, Ling Qingwu was fighting the young Demon disciple.

In just a few breaths, Ling Qingwu and Xi Gongzi have fought hundreds of moves.

At this moment, Ling Qingwu had dozens of sword marks on her body. These sword marks were just right, but she tore her clothes and left a shallow wound. Although the injury was not serious, Ling Qingwu seemed extremely embarrassed.

"Ling Qingwu, I admit that you are good, but you are not my opponent. I urge you to give up, why bother asking yourself this way?"

Xi Gongzi was immersed in the fun of teasing Ling Qingwu, staring at the skin exposed by Ling Qingwu, stunned two beautiful sword flowers, smiled evilly:

"Being watched by me, you should be proud of being a woman."

Ling Qingwu's teeth bit her red lips tightly, her face was frosty, and she was about to make a full-fledged shot. Beauty's eyes suddenly moved and she glimpsed Luo Feng.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet, and Xi Gongzi felt a little weird, and wanted to look back.

At this moment, Ling Qingwu exhaled softly, and suddenly inserted the sword back into the scabbard.

"Oh?"

Xi Gongzi glanced at Ling Qingwu with a slight surprise, and smiled, "It seems you figured it out."

Ling Qingwu's eyes were cold and cold, "I just don't want to die yet."

"Hahahahaha ... I can't think of Deng Yandian's cold and beautiful sun, and I'm afraid of death. But you made a smart choice."

Xi Gongzi looked at Ling Qingwu and laughed proudly. The exquisite palace was so glorious that it was glorious and unparalleled, even in the magic gate. It is possible to conquer Leng Yanyang today. When he returns to the West Desert Demon Realm, he will certainly be worshiped by others, and even his status in Zongmen will be improved a lot.

"Shuangyangyang's hot sun Yangwan'er is also a beauty, if she can also subdue her ..."

Looking at Ling Qingwu who gave up resistance, Xi Gongzi's eyes flickered, and his mind was immersed in the imagination of enjoying the happiness of Qi people.

At this moment, in the world, a loud and clear cry suddenly sounded.

"Jinwu burned and chopped!"

Luo Feng appeared behind Xi Gongzi, and Jin Yang shone brilliantly for ten rounds behind him. He slashed down in one volley, and the scorching sword turned into a three-legged Jinwu.

"cut!"

A knife fell, Luo Feng gritted his teeth, Jinyang appeared in the void ten rounds behind him, and Di Yan broke the sky sword for the second time.

Immediately followed by the third, fourth, fifth ...

Instantly chopped six knives, six heads and three groups of Jinwu merged into one, bursting into the flames, soaring to the size of a hundred feet, dragging a fiery red trajectory, chopped to the son of Xi, the hot atmosphere that was emitted, and burned the nearby air To be severely twisted.

boom……

Where the three-footed Jinwu passed, some of the trees below could not withstand such a high temperature, and one tree after another burned.

"what!"

"Run away!"

Some Mozong disciples who were close to themselves were ignited to protect themselves, and they suddenly became firemen. When others saw this scene, they were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

"Ok?"

Xi Gongwa woke up, and looked at the three-footed Jinwu Xuying, and Luo Feng at the back.

He saw that He Lao Shi exhibited the Blood River Qigong and thought that Luo Feng would definitely die, so he didn't pay much attention. At this moment, Luo Feng appeared here. He must have been fierce.

What surprised him the most was the sword in front of him. The attack by the warrior in the early period of the sixth stage of the Spiritual Realm was not at all in his eyes, but this sword was unusual. The hot breath seemed to be To burn everything, he couldn't help but feel a little hot.

"Huh! Carrion!"

A cold hum, a flash of Lengman flashed in the eyes of Xi Gongzi, and he turned his back with a sword.

brush!

Dozens of meters of sword air flashed through the air like a summer thunder.

Bang!

The three-footed Jinwu braced for an instant, suddenly split, turned into countless fire waves, and flew in all directions, and Xi Gongzi's body was also a cricket, a hot breath was flowing up the sword front, and the sword crickets burned instantly. .

"Ok?"

With a slightly frown on his brows, Xi's son was shocked, and it was with a strong vitality that he suppressed the horrible hot breath.

Ling Qingwu knew that there was no chance. The bright flashes in the bright eyes, the sword suddenly emerged from the sheath, and the body's vitality boiled, turning into a mass of fist-sized snow-white lotus. The waves of fire were torn apart in silence.

The momentum reached its peak, Ling Qingwu looked at the son of Xi, his eyes were dazzling, as if the two swords were opened, and five words were spit coldly in his mouth.

"Three-colored lotus!"

Hum!

Together with the cold voice, the entire space suddenly began to shake violently. With Ling Qingwu's sword being cut out, three-colored lotus flowers appeared in the sky, densely packed throughout the nearby Baizhang space, strangling and killing Xiang Xi.

The three-colored lotus is the killing trick in the exquisite and exquisite Jinlian recipe of the Linglong Temple. This sword technique can only be made if the swordsman's spirit and spirit have reached a very high level. Once cast, the sword becomes a three-colored lotus. Step by step.

Ling Qingwu has just practiced this trick, and has been preparing in secret just now. At this moment, he is doing his best, but his power is invincible.

"Three-colored lotus! You have cultivated into a three-colored lotus!"

Xi Gongzi looked at Jianlian coming from the roar, his face changed greatly, and he did not care about anything else. He desperately urged the vitality of his body to form a suffocating hood, the figure turned into a blood rainbow, and he wanted to break away from here.

"I want to go now, it's late!"

Ling Qingwu has long been killing Xi Gongzi. How can he tolerate the other party's escape?

"kill!"

Uh ...

Suddenly, countless three-color lotus flowers suddenly bloomed, forming a huge whirlpool of sword and air, completely engulfing Xi Gongzi.

"what!"

With a scream, a **** figure burst out of the sword whirlpool.