Although Song Ziyuan didn't know what the thousand-year-old garlic in Luo Feng's mouth was, it could be glimpsed from the expressions of some people around him, his handsome face lowered, and he walked out slowly, "I gave you a chance, but it's a pity that I don't cherish it." ”

As he spoke, Song Ziyuan waved his arm lightly, and a severed sword shot out of his sleeve.

It is indeed a broken sword, only the blade, no hilt, but the blade of the broken sword, as if there is a streamer of color, crystal clear, the moment it flies out, it blooms with dazzling sword light, and the glow of the sun is released, filling the entire top of the sword peak.

All eyes were drawn to it.

Luo Feng's pupils shrank slightly, this broken sword was clearly less than ten centimeters long, but it was like the king of the sword, instantly dominating the world.

"The power of the vein. Luo Feng's eyes were surrounded by golden light, and he could see through the essence of this broken sword at a glance, although it was only a broken blade, but there were high-level weapon patterns on it, which could make the broken blade indestructible, and sharpen iron like clay.

"Sword light!"

The moment Song Ziyuan waved his hand, the broken sword floating in the air suddenly bloomed with a more dazzling light, and let out a crisp long roar, and the sword body exuded dazzling brilliance, turning into a streamer, like a stream of water pouring away, directly slashing Luo Feng.

At this moment, the Blood Demon's eyes in the distance lit up slightly, "It's simply an excellent flying sword." ”

In the ancient sword drawn by the Blood Demon on the ancient battlefield, it contains the 'Imperial Sword Technique'.

"Blood Demon, have you taken a fancy to this flying sword?" Luo Feng's figure swept away, his steps like a meteor, "The boss will give it to you." As he spoke, the blue sword light in Luo Feng's hand appeared, and the Jiuli Holy Knife appeared out of thin air, the sword intent soared into the sky, roaring in the sky, and the shock reverberated in the sky, dispelling the sword intent in the sky, and the sword was in the world.

Shout!

Luo Feng swung his sword, and the holy knife slashed away.

Song Ziyuan's eyes were cold and sharp, and his heart moved, and the broken sword turned into a shadow, hitting Luo Feng.

Knort! Knort!

Crisp collisions.

Luo Feng's eyes glanced at Song Ziyuan, and he slashed with a knife.

"It's kind of interesting. Song Ziyuan said softly and indifferently, "Among the powerhouses of the double shackle realm, you can also rank at the upper level, but unfortunately, you are still far from being invincible." ”

Song Ziyuan controlled the flying sword, the sword light was indestructible, if it was an ordinary weapon, I am afraid it would have been directly cut off, however, what Luo Feng had in his hand was the Jiuli Holy Sword.

One of the top ten divine soldiers of antiquity!

Even if there is no weapon pattern on the holy sword, or the weapon pattern belonging to the holy knife has not yet appeared, the power of the holy knife definitely does not belong to this truncated sword.

"Invincible? It seems that you are not eating a thousand years of garlic, it is close to 10,000 years. Luo Feng's eyes suddenly looked at Song Ziyuan coldly, and in an instant, two beams of golden light shot out, as fast as lightning.

Sharp-eyed!

Song Ziyuan's heart was shocked, but he didn't expect Luo Feng's eyes to launch a substantive attack.

Dodge sideways.

The mind was also panicked for a moment, and the offensive of the broken sword came to a standstill, and in the next second, Song Ziyuan felt that the connection between himself and the broken sword was about to be cut off.

"What's going on?" Song Ziyuan was shocked, he felt that the sharp broken sword seemed to sink into the sea, and it was silent all of a sudden.

With Luo Feng as the center, there seemed to be invisible ripples around him.

This is the effect of the ancient martial art "Turning the River and Stirring the Sea", just like a wave covering the broken sword directly.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

Luo Feng flew over, and he directly stretched out his hand to grab the broken sword.

Song Ziyuan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his mind relocked on the broken sword, what he performed was a swordsmanship, the broken sword was like a divine sword, invincible, invincible.

Seeing that Luo Feng dared to stretch out his hand, Song Ziyuan felt that he was looking for death, so he urged the broken sword and quickly slashed through a ray of lightning.

However, that scene just happened again.

The moment the broken sword approached Luo Feng, it was invisibly interfered with, and in the blink of an eye, Luo Feng slammed his fist on the blade.

The pattern on the broken sword was blazing and glowing, and Song Ziyuan's thoughts left on it were instantly shattered by Luo Feng.

Rumble!

Song Ziyuan's body staggered back, his eyes were shocked, and he looked at Luo Feng in disbelief.

The thought on the broken sword was shattered with one punch without being attacked by the broken sword, how did he do it?

Song Ziyuan couldn't figure it out.

Song Ziyuan's expression, Luo Feng saw it in his eyes, and he knew a little in his heart.

It seems that not only in the martial arts realm, but even in the Heavenly Hell realm, there are few people who know the weapon pattern, otherwise Song Ziyuan's knowledge is too short.

At that moment just now, Luo Feng used his understanding of the weapon pattern to erase Song Ziyuan's thoughts from the broken sword.

Luo Feng stretched out his hand and held the broken sword in his hand, and the blade seemed to have flowing water, glowing with crystal clear light.

At first glance, it looked like a piece of crystal, but it was extremely sharp, Luo Feng held it in the palm of his hand, and he could clearly feel the cold air permeating the blade.

"If it's a complete sword, it must be a peerless divine weapon!" Luo Feng threw the severed sword to the Blood Demon and smiled, "The sword is a hero." ”

The Blood Demon's eyes glowed, and he directly cast the Ancient Sword Technique to take over this severed sword.

In the distance, Song Ziyuan's face was gloomy, it was difficult to see the extreme, in his eyes, Luo Feng was a native, even if he had an opportunity, he would never be able to compare with Tianjiao in the Heavenly Hell Realm, but now, this native actually used a means that he couldn't even see through.

This made Song Ziyuan angry.

"Looks like I'm going to reevaluate you. Song Ziyuan's eyes swept over the coldness, and he slowly walked out.

Syllable!

Luo Feng waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning struck, and the Taoist thunder technique showed its power, and it slammed into Song Ziyuan's body.

Song Ziyuan's body shook, his body was unpredictable, he dodged the coverage of Taoist thunder techniques, and in the blink of an eye, the palm wind was fierce and slapped towards Luo Feng.

"Re-evaluation?" Luo Feng shook his fist hard, like a god of war, extremely powerful, and in an instant, the dragon shape in his left hand appeared, the dragon roared, and the tiger roared in his right hand in the sky, surging, dragon and tiger fist prints, and hit out together.

"Is it invincible?" Luo Feng's eyes showed arrogance, "Destroy you with one punch!"

Rumble!

Song Ziyuan was dumbfounded, his body flew out, his face was completely dull, and he raised his head in disbelief.

At this moment, Song Ziyuan's eyes were not only annoyed, but frustration rose in his heart, and he clenched his fists.

Luo Feng's eyes showed a hint of sarcasm, "Isn't it time for you to re-evaluate again?"

Song Ziyuan was short of breath, his eyes showed anger, half loud, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Mu Ting, now only if you and I join forces, can we be sure to kill him." ”

Mu Ting in Tsing Yi, holding a sword in her hand, stared at Luo Feng with cold eyes.

She never imagined that the person she could easily defeat with one palm and one sword would make such rapid progress on Zhujian Peak.

"The envoy of the Mozong sect was killed in person, don't forget, the envoy of Luoshen, I heard that he also died at his hands. Song Ziyuan then said, "This son is not dead, I have ten sects in Songzhou, and my face is gone." ”

Mu Ting's body jumped, and she and Song Ziyuan became a corner, looking at Luo Feng indifferently.

"Are you finally going to join forces?" Luo Feng sneered, "The sword that was on the Sword Peak at the beginning will be returned to you today." ”

Shout!

Mu Ting didn't say a word, and immediately drew her sword, the autumn water sword, the cold light was like electricity.

"Hmph!" Luo Feng cast the Five Elements Great Escape, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled out a sharp sword inserted into the ground from a distance, and in an instant, the sword intent rose all over the sky.

"Take this sword!"

Luo Feng swung his sword.

Excalibur Technique!First Style!

Footbridge!

The sword in Luo Feng's hand bloomed with blazing and dazzling light, like stepping on a rainbow bridge, and it came in a blink of an eye.