Chapter 2379

Crackling!

A strong thunder suddenly tore a chaotic sky.

In the electric light, a figure flying upside down in the sky is a crazy swordsman!

There were electric wires running up and down his body, his clothes were broken, his flesh and skin were scorched and his hair was scorched.

Although the power of thunder Sabre power was wiped out by that sword power storm, the horrible thunder mood contained in thunder Sabre power was a fierce impact on the mad swordsman.

"Kill!"

If the ordinary people were so badly hurt, they would have fled for a long time. However, the mad swordsman had been devoured by the will of the king wusheng and became a puppet who only knew how to kill. He didn't seem to have any feeling about the injuries. With a roar, his sharp edge burst out again.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss

Countless sword shadows emerge. Under the influence of sword, each one exudes a terrible chill, which spreads all over the void, like a blooming green sword lotus.

Wheeze!

As the crazy warrior stabbed out his sword, countless sword Qi converged to his sword and turned into a startling sword. With the terrible wind howling, he killed Luo Feng.

"What a brilliant sword!"

Luo Feng's eyebrows were raised, and his swordsmanship and movements changed, showing an unpredictable mood of change. He must have been a famous swordsman.

"The Dragon breaks the sky! Chop! "

In the pupil, the fine awn shrinks into a mass, and the general trend of Luo Feng's body spreads. He holds the knife with both hands and cuts it out. The huge awn of the knife turns into a dragon like cutting force, whistling out.

Boom!

Sword power and sword light meet in the middle of the way. Countless sword shadows that make up the sword light begin to rotate violently to pierce the blade.

Unfortunately, at the moment of Luofeng's sword attack, he found the flaw in the sword move. The dragon shaped sword opened its teeth and claws and roared towards the middle of the storm composed of sword Qi.

If the crazy swordsman still has a little sense of reason, he will surely use his moves to hide his flaws.

Unfortunately, he is only a puppet with only the desire to kill in his heart, and how to know the truth of contingency.

Boom!

The strength of the sword was cut down, as if the snake had been hit to seven inches. The momentum of the sword was amazing, and the wind blew violently. The innumerable swords began to disintegrate and break up at the middle point.

Clang!

When the sound of gold and iron exchanged swords sounded, the mad swordsman was split, and his figure fell back like a meteor. There was a shocking cut mark on his chest. You can see the blackened bones and viscera inside. The whole left arm was almost cut off.

Roar!

There was a roar of trapped animals in the mouth, and the crazy warrior rushed up again. His sword technique had no rules, just like a red eye beast.

Luo Feng shook his head and was about to use his Sabre to bury each other thoroughly.

Chum!

Zhenyuan just poured into the blood sky, and suddenly a slight crack sounded, and the crack on the blade expanded by another inch.

Luo Feng's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. He simply put the blood sky away, but he doesn't want to. He uses the first move of Zhentian Fist: "hundred strong Zhenquan"!

The fist blows out, a horrible fire mood and the power mood merge together, shake out, the whole sky, a crackling sound, countless flame cracks emerge, at a glance, as if the sky has been broken!

Boom! The sword Qi is broken, the crazy swordsman's body flies out, smashes a mountain peak, his body has been twisted into a twist shape, his head has collapsed into a large piece, but he still roars to struggle.

"Rest in peace, burning the king's steps."

A strong breath rises, and the fierce golden flame burns on Luo Feng. As he steps down, the golden flame turns into a fiery dragon. He plunges down and swallows the crazy swordsman and the mountain where he is.

Boom!

The sky is shaking.

When all was quiet, the island was filled with inspirations.

The crazy warrior, as well as the mountain, all disappeared. What remained there was only a huge footprint, in which the fire swept and the magma rolled.

"Dead!"

Someone's voice is loud and shocking.

A swordsman with seven realms of distracted realm and sword intention began to reveal his true intention was buried like this, and no bones were left.

"It's awesome for the young people. The Jianghu is really the Jianghu of the young generation."

He has been paying attention to the old man of Luofeng and made a sigh. Although he is optimistic about Luofeng, he just thinks that Luofeng may have the strength to fight with the crazy swordsman. It should be difficult to defeat him. After all, the gap between the two sides is there.

However, Luo Feng not only won, but also won simply and thoroughly. The crazy swordsman has no resistance, general situation, martial arts, artistic conception, all aspects, and overall suppression. Obviously, he has the strength to fight against the strong in the later stage of the real distraction.

The middle-aged swordsman is also surprised. He has not seen genius. He has seen many people in holy land. However, it is the first time for him to be so shocked. When he thinks that Luofeng was born in nine countries, the shock is even worse.

"He said before that he met Xuefeng hand Shenyuan on the third Island, and he also abandoned Shenyuan hand. Is this true... " The middle-aged swordsman suddenly thought of what Luo Feng had said before.

At that time, he also laughed at this sentence, and did not consider its authenticity at all, because it is impossible, but now

"I'm afraid it's true..." The old man said what he thought.

"Hahahaha, powerful. It's our turn! "

Those who are armed will drink violently.

"Not bad. You can't let Luofeng stand out alone. "

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Luo Feng's victory greatly encouraged morale. The warriors on the island, together with the ghost bone devil, began to fight back. The precarious situation began to turn around in an instant.

Luo Feng takes a elixir to recover Zhenyuan, looks around and searches for experts in the battlefield.

"Luofeng, the people of jintuomen are running away!"

All of a sudden, a voice came into his ear. It was the young swordsman.

Luo Feng looked up.

In the distance, a group of people broke through the encirclement of the crazy warrior and were flying towards the distance. The first one was Jingyue, the main scenic spot of the little gate of jintuomen.

Jingyue just turned around, and their eyes met in the middle of the sky.

With a shudder on his face, Jingyue's eyes were as gloomy as water. He gnawed his teeth and said, "boy, we will have a future!"

"Little master of Jintuo gate, you seem to have forgotten something. As I said, you must leave one hand."

Luo Feng's indifferent voice resounds through the world.

"Little Lord, let's go!"

Hearing that there was a deep killing chance in Luofeng, the disciples of jintuomen suddenly changed their faces. The three most powerful elders went to the third Island, and their whereabouts are still unknown. Among them, the most powerful one now is only the four realms of distraction. They have seen the first battle just now, where dare they fight against Luofeng! Unless the core elder Shen Yuan appears now!

But they have an idea in their mind. Shen Yuan may be really influenced by Luo Feng

"Go!"

Jingyue's body also trembled. He almost fell from the sky. He dared not stay any longer. He was vaulted in the middle by the disciples of jintuomen. A rainbow rose at his feet, breaking the sky and flying away.

"Can you escape?"

Luo Feng's eyes narrowed, and as he spoke, the blood sky appeared in his hands, turning into a powerful fire refining breath, running through the air and pulling out a startling shadow in the sky.

"Be careful!"

"Break it for me!"

Two elders of jintuomen, who are cultivating in distracted territory, stand in front of Jingyue. Their breath bursts and their majestic Zhenyuan turn into two huge Zhenyuan palms. They catch them to the fire and want to intercept them.

Boom!

Poop!

Poop!

With a loud explosion, the two Zhanggang were split one after another. The two elders of jintuomen felt only a flower in front of them, and then they felt the sky turning. They saw their body farther and farther away, and Jingyue's face distorted by extreme fear.

"Ah!"

The sound of the blade cutting the flesh and blood sounded, and a bloody arm fell to the cloud.

"Ah Hands! My hand My hand... "

Jingyue's shrill screams rang out, desperately trying to retrieve the broken arm.

"Little Lord, let's go!"

All the other disciples of Jintuo gate were frightened. They dared to stay there. With Jingyue, several twinkles disappeared into the clouds.

Brush!

The blood sky circled back and was picked up by Luo Feng. With a slight shock, the blood on it disappeared immediately.

Seeing this scene, all the people present changed their colors.

Jingyue is the minority leader of Jintuo gate. He said that if he wanted to leave one hand behind, he really did it. It was just audacious. Luo Feng's danger level in people's mind rose several levels in a flash.

After that, they continued to kill the crazy warriors on the island.

There are Luo Feng's experts who are hard to get rid of. There is a steady stream of ghost bone demons who help him to occupy and fall. They are attacked by ghost bone demons and split their bodies. These people who are devoured by the will of killing will kill as long as they have one breath. Only when they are completely destroyed can they overcome the future.

As the war drew to a close, less than a hundred crazy fighters were still struggling.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound of air breaking in the distance.

"Luofeng, someone is coming."

Lin Hongyi flies to Luofeng.

Luo Feng looked up and took a breath of relief. "Ha ha, it's from the twelve golden palace."

In the southeast direction, a small mountain burst into the air and sent out a booming sound. Tu Wanshan, the leader of Yuangang hall, stood on the top of the mountain with great momentum.

Beside the small mountain, there is a huge purple training, among which the figure of people is graceful, and it is the people of the purple pole hall.

On the other side, a colorful rainbow runs through the void. On it, there are exquisite hall disciples and high-level people. The first one is the elder Chixiao.

In addition, Tianjian hall, emerald Hall In a moment, all the people in the twelve gold halls of canglan Dynasty arrived at Qi.

"Young master!"

With a brisk voice, four slim figures appeared in front of Luo Feng.

When Luo Feng saw it, it turned out that it was the four seasons' swordsman, who disappeared in a year or two, and the four became more and more graceful. Maybe it was because of the cultivation of the four seasons' swordsmanship that everyone's temperament was different. Seeing the four was like enjoying the spring and summer alternation, the beautiful scenery of the four seasons and the beautiful scenery.

"Yes, I have."

Four seasons sword attendants come near, salute respectfully, look at Luo Feng, eyebrow tip and corner of eye, all are happy, only the timid autumn chrysanthemum looks a little cramped and slightly lowers his head.

Luo Feng nodded, a little surprised: "how are you here?"