The blood-red sword shadow was fluctuating around Ye Feng.

There is only one brick, and it can't stop these thousands of sword shadows.

Ye Feng simply put away the bricks.

"I know it's useless to resist, you kid, it's refreshing!"

Zuo Lao's figure also became weird with the appearance of thousands of sword shadows.

His voice also became a little unreal.

"I remember, no one has ever been alive to resist this move!"

Lu Hongyu said with a hideous face.

And Lu Gan, who was standing beside him, nodded even more, his eyes flickering a little.

Although I have cooperated with Zuo Lao for more than 20 years, I have also seen Zuo Lao use this trick no less than ten times.

But this time, the blades of ten thousand knives seem to be much more than before.

It seems that the pain of losing a beloved disciple.

has already strengthened Zuo Lao's strength by a few points.

The solid wood table on the podium was unfortunately affected by the shadow of the knife and turned into powder in an instant.

The powder drifted to all parts of the synagogue with the wind of the sword.

Luo Wanshan hurriedly stood a few steps back, and will dodge a few knife shadows floating over.

He snapped his fingers.

Before the loud voice fell, a little old man who was only about one meter tall appeared beside Luo Wanshan.

No one saw which direction the little old man had come from.

He just appeared out of thin air like a ghost.

"Save him!"

Luo Wanshan looked at the countless sword shadows and said with a stern face.

"It's too late, even if it's an iron man, it's been cut into iron slag. ”

The old man was extremely short, and his eyes were a little shining.

After truly feeling the threat of the blood-red blade, he immediately stepped forward and blocked in front of Luo Wanshan.

It is his duty to protect Luowan Mountain.

The short old man didn't care much about the lives and deaths of the others.

But Luo Wanshan's face was gloomy.

When he came to Jiangzhou, he finally confirmed that Ye Feng was the good seedling he was looking for, but now, he saw that he was gone.

Everyone in the audience also sighed for a while, and they all moved away from the direction of the podium.

But at this moment, a ray of golden light suddenly passed through the gap of ten thousand knives and came out.

It's like the first rays of morning light at sunrise.

A wisp!

Two wisps!

A dozen wisps!

There are more and more golden lights.

Suddenly, the light burst open, and golden light shone through every corner of the synagogue.

The crowd was pierced by this light, and they couldn't open their eyes!

Those blood-red sword shadows, under the illumination of the golden light, were actually annihilated inch by inch.

The old man with the red big knife in his hand also had to take a few steps back.

At this point, all the sword shadows also dissipated.

"I have to say, your knife technique is indeed very domineering. ”

"The shirt I just bought has been cut several times. ”

The golden light fell, but a familiar voice came.

On the podium, Ye Feng was looking at the torn shirt and felt sorry.

Dead silence in the synagogue!

Time stood still, and everyone was so shocked that they forgot to breathe!

Such a domineering knife technique!

Just, on his shirt, a few cuts?

Lu Qian panicked, and Lu Hongyu sat on the ground with his ass.

In their eyes, what is the difference between Ye Feng and the devil!

Luo Wanshan was stunned for a moment.

Then he burst out laughing.

It's like laughing at Ye Feng's funny appearance of torn clothes.

The short old man in front of him had disappeared in front of him at some point.

Come without a trace, go without a trace.

The short old man came and went freely, and Luo Wanshan habitually ignored this.

If you say that the most shocked person in the audience, it is the sweaty Zuo Lao.

In order to avenge his apprentice Yang Zhengqing.

Zuo Lao had already risked a great loss of vitality and brought the power of ten thousand swords to the extreme.

But even so, it's just, cutting one of the opponent's clothes!

Zuo Lao couldn't figure it out.

He didn't have time to think about it anymore.

Because Ye Feng was already walking towards him, step by step.

Ye Feng didn't have any weapons in his hands, not even a ball of cotton.

But at this time, Zuo Lao's eyes became more and more gloomy.

He once thought that by crossing the black brick in Ye Feng's hand, he would be able to crush him to pieces.

It was only at this moment that Zuo Lao figured it out.

What is really scary is not the mysterious brick.

It's the leaf wind itself.

"It doesn't matter who you are!"

"But under the last knife of the old man, you are a dead man!"

Zuo Lao suddenly raised his head.

The gloom and fear in his eyes had been swept away.

Instead, there is an incomprehensible madness.

He lifted it again, the blood-red broadsword in his hand.

Ye Feng stopped.

He had noticed the strangeness of the old man in front of him.

That kind of look, Ye Feng has seen it.

It was an awakening, a determination to die with the opponent.

Zuo Lao directly cut his wrist with the knife.

Rolling blood gushed out.

But not a drop of blood fell to the ground.

All the blood, like a red snake, slowly crawled towards the blood-red broadsword.

Blood and broadswords, fused rapidly.

The blood color of Zuo Lao's face was fading rapidly, and even the blood-red hair became pale.

The last sword was the sacrifice of his life.

With the sword, cut out the last knife of life.

The strong smell of blood filled the entire synagogue.

Everyone ran out of the field in horror, for fear of being affected by this terrifying trick.

The figures of Lu Qian and Lu Hongyu have also disappeared into the hall.

Luo Wanshan, on the other hand, stood there with a frown.

"He's already a dead man!"

"There's no need to fight the dead!"

Luo Wanshan shouted loudly towards Ye Feng.

The move of sacrificing life, evil and terrifying.

The person who uses this move is the head of the Crazy Sword Gate, and the power of this move is unimaginable!

It's just that before Luo Wanshan finished speaking, Ye Feng waved his hand lightly.

A stream of dragon qi erupted and directly blew Luo Wanshan out of the hall.

But when Lowan Hill landed.

But there was a short figure that appeared under him and easily caught him.

In the synagogue.

At this time, there were only two people left.

A living person.

A half-dead man.

Looking at Zuo Lao's last knife, Ye Feng was not only not afraid, but there was even a bit of expectation and madness in his eyes.

Just now, before he used the Yanlong Divine Armor to resist Zuo Lao's ten thousand swords, he was actually a little weak in his heart.

After all, he also realized that the power of ten thousand knives was really terrifying.

But the Yanlong Divine Armor not only withstood the attack of ten thousand swords, but also brought a huge surprise to Ye Feng.

The huge energy released by the Ten Thousand Swords was actually absorbed by the Yanlong Divine Armor!

When it is strong, it is strong!

Ye Feng has no worries in his heart!

Seeing that Zuo Lao finally made a move, Ye Feng was unconscious and grinned.

The majestic sword qi actually directly cut the synagogue hall made of steel and concrete.

The blood-colored sword qi cuts everything around the wanton one.

It was even more crazy towards Ye Feng, surging rapidly.

Ye Feng did not retreat, but advanced, and rushed directly towards the core of the sword qi.

Faintly, it seems that there is a giant dragon that bites the blood knife fiercely!

"Boom!"

The synagogue was completely reduced to rubble.

In the smoke and dust.

Ye Feng held a broken knife in his mouth and slowly walked out.

His eyes flashed with a golden light.

Although Lu Qian and Lu Hongyu had escaped thousands of meters, their location still appeared in Ye Feng's mind.

Ye Feng picked up the broken knife and threw it towards the northern sky.

(End of chapter)