"Your uncle!"

In the storm, the giant flaming lion swayed in the storm, but it seemed so small.

Tong Jiuyou's face stiffened at this moment.

The sky, the endless black clouds rolled, accompanied by the deafening thunder sound, countless huge sword energy emerged from the clouds like a warship version, sweeping across the mountains and rivers with absolute oppression, as if to destroy everything.

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The mountains trembled at this, the long river roared at this, and the earth collapsed.

This is the random sword of the old Crazy Asan, blocking Luo Feng's ultimate sword to save the purpose of saving.

"This...however, raising your hand is an attack that destroys the world," Tong Jiuyou looked at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng stood upright in the wind like a spear, and the peach wood sword in his hand was shaking violently.

He stared at the old man with black-haired eyes closed on the top of the mountain. He was like a dead tree, but he was filled with horror and destructive power.

"Is this the strength of the ninth-grade swordsman?" Luo Feng held the peach wood sword tightly and his fighting spirit rose straight.

"Here you come!" Tong Jiuyou shouted angrily.

"boom!"

The sky shook, and countless giant warship-like sword energy fell rapidly towards the mountains, rivers and earth.

"Two children, be careful," said the black-haired old man softly, his voice stirring in the world.

Luo Feng's face darkened, and he made a move from one hand to the air.

Only five thunders were heard, and five ancient blue and golden gates emitting powerful rune aura appeared in the void, gathering their strength here.

"You go!" Luo Feng pushed Tong Jiuyou away, his body breath surged, and two blue and golden lights burst out from his eyes.

"This... I can't get away even if I want to. The speed of the falling and the area covered by it..." Even though Tong Jiuyou's desire to fight increased, he knew in his heart that the "Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong" was not him at all.

This cultivation level can be compared.

"I didn't expect to encounter such a powerful person as soon as I came. It seems that it is harder to enter the eye of the wind than to climb the sky," Luo Feng's sword energy penetrated straight into the sky.

The Ji family's sword shape is like a divine dragon entrenching above his head, standing with Luo Feng's peach wood sword. The divine dragon's aura melted on the peach wood sword, and the divine light surged.

"Yes, use the bloodline sword shape to merge into your extraordinary peach wood sword to increase the attack power. It seems that I am still an eighth-grade swordsman. It's rare, it's really rare, what a talent, I'm afraid I won't lose.

That Ji Zhantian from the Ji family, who are you a child of the Ji family?"

The old black-haired man couldn't help but praise him, but his tone was filled with arrogance and contempt.

Luo Feng ignored it, and the peach wood sword was raised with both hands, and the sword energy in the sky quickly gathered in the sword body.

The terrifying energy caused the space to start to vibrate.

"What a terrible sword energy. Is Lao Luo so powerful now?" The black-haired dancer behind him trembled with his heart. He could feel that Luo Feng's sword was conservative and had the power of a ghost cave sword energy.

But...

Tong Jiuyou, who had a pale face, looked at the rapidly approaching sword energy, and he clenched his fists.

"But it's not enough."

"Please, Luo Feng is trying to breathe a sigh of relief, please," Luo Feng's eyes froze.

Less than one percent of the transparent sword intent is Luo Feng’s strongest method.

Faced with such a strong sense of oppression and tension, you still have to stay calm and find that faint and transparent sword intent. This is a life-threatening thing.

Once, twice, three times...

"Hurry, no matter how fast!" Luo Feng's eyes closed, looking for a trace of light that could make him survive in the darkness.

"Luo Feng, here you are here, here you are coming soon, what should I do?" Tong Jiuyou was sweating profusely.

The sword group has reached a distance of three thousand meters above the sky, and in ten seconds it will inevitably reach the first mountain of the Jiushan Mountain.

Luo Feng did not answer. At this time, his breath converged and merged into the mountains, rivers and earth.

The 378th time, the 379th time, the 381st time...

At the cost of severely consuming spiritual power, Luo Feng captured less than one percent of the light in the spiritual space.

"Luo Feng, what are you doing?" Tong Jiuyou grabbed his ears and cheeks anxiously.

The black-haired old man on the top of the mountain smiled faintly, "He is capturing the transparent sword intent, and it seems that he has not fully mastered it."

"Understanding the sword intent?" Tong Jiuyou stomped his feet, turned around and grabbed the machete, and the bloodline aura melted on the blade.

"Ignorance child, why do you want to delay time for your friends? Be careful that you will die," teased the old man with a black hair.

"Hmph, I, Tong Jiuyou, can die in battle, but I will never abandon my brothers." Tong Jiuyou looked up, and the giant sword energy suddenly appeared, and it had already arrived above the top of the mountain.

"I will take my life to gamble with you," Tong Jiuyou blocked Luo Feng and roared to the sky.

The old black-haired man curiously said, "Ignorance child, how do you deal with it?"

"Hmph, old guy, there's something you're right. The Yangtze River pushes the previous waves. Today I'll show you how I am the future Xuan Realm warrior!"

Tong Jiuyou looked at death as if he was home. At this moment, his body sank slightly. He supported the ground with one hand and held the knife with the other. The flame lion above his head seemed to feel some kind of summoning, and his body swelled rapidly.

"So that's it. The amazing bloodline technique is burned as energy at the cost of your own essence and blood to increase your power. Is this your bloodline ability?" A hint of surprise flashed across the corner of the black-haired old man's eyes, but it disappeared soon

After all, only regrets are left, which is an explanation of the death of Hitomi Jiuyou.

"Come on!" Tong Jiuyou roared to the sky, and his body burst out with a bang, heading straight for the Sky Sword Group.

Above the top of the mountain and under the sky, deep in the depths of a giant flaming lion, the young man holding a machete was like an invincible god king, facing the sword group with his own strength.

The old black-haired man slowly opened his eyes in the wind, and was actually touched by the warriors of the new era. He held his beards and sounded loudly, and his voice was stirred by heaven and earth.

"The swaying up to 90,000 miles, I dare to ask the world of the great way. A brave child shakes the floating tree, and his divine thoughts will last forever in the thousands of worlds. OK, okay, that's great, so let me see what the blood in the new era is."

"Let's see you!" The sky was filled with flames, and the flaming lion was shaped like a mountain range. As the blood lion roared, the mouth opened, Tong Jiuyou shot out with a machete, and his body twisted rapidly in the air, and the machete suddenly slashed out.

"boom!"

A blood-colored sword energy that looked like a long river stretched across the sky, vowing to block the attack of Wanfo Chaozong's sword group.

The sword group and the long blood-colored river were intertwined, making a deafening sound, turbulent for thousands of miles.

The terrifying energy was pushed layer by layer, like a terrifying wave, constantly spreading towards the outside of the snow-capped mountains.

"No," the old black-haired man looked at the occasion with a bloody surging color, "But it's a pity, you can't hold it for too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two-meter machete in Tong Jiuyou's hand suddenly shattered under the sword group, and the bloody river that blocked Luo Feng's entire attack was broken.

"Puff!"

Tong Jiuyou screamed.

Blood was bleeding from seven orifices, and a mouthful of black blood was spurted out. As the sword group fell at an even more astonishing speed, it fell towards the top of the mountain below like a broken string.

"Brother, these three seconds are my strongest attack, and it's up to you next!" Tong Jiuyou's sad and angry voice sounded in the Heaven and Earth Record, stimulating into the depths of Luo Feng's spiritual space below.

And just then, Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

"boom!"

The blue and golden light burst out from the peach wood sword above Luo Feng's head and poured out thousands of miles.

"Success?" The old black-haired man was stunned.

When the black hair danced wildly, Luo Feng moved, and the five Rashomons were completely unfolded here.

"Brother, these three seconds are enough!"
Chapter completed!