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After hundreds of fierce battles between the two sides, the solemn look on Luo Feng's face gradually dissipated, although Luo Kun was strong, but at this moment, the latter attacked with all his strength, but he couldn't do any harm to him and Gao Yanghong. Pinshu.com

On the other hand, Shui Youran and Xu Qingyu joined forces, and the strength of the two of them was incomparably strong, ranking among the top among the younger generation.

Although the members of the Naluokun team were not weak, they were much weaker than them, and as time went on, the three people opposite them had gradually shown fatigue.

On the other hand, although Liu Yan's strength is not very strong, she is not simple, as the daughter of the Lord of Liu City, she naturally has a lot of peculiarities.

Na Luokun's team members are suppressed by her at the moment, unable to come out, according to the current trend, it is only a matter of time before she wins.

And this battle situation that was divided into three places was undoubtedly the most eye-catching for Luo Feng.

Not to mention Luo Feng's strength at the moment, just his identity as a white fox is the team of the small world periphery, and he is extremely concerned.

And as time passed, Na Luokun gradually fell into the disadvantage, and the defeat has been completely revealed, although he relied on the spiritual weapon of the Shura Palace, the Shura Spear forcibly improved his strength, but after all, it was not his own strength, and he could not last for a long time.

In addition, whether it is Luo Feng or Gao Yanghong, they are all monks who are becoming more and more courageous in battle, and Luo Kun's offensive is gradually showing fatigue.

And at this time, Luo Feng's eyes lit up, and he grabbed a fleeting flaw, and the vast spiritual liquid gathered in his hand, and the black sword that appeared at some point did not know when.

The sword qi roared in the sky, and then the void wailed, giving birth to countless cracks, and the next moment, it rushed in front of Luo Kun.

Luo Kun has always been in a high-intensity battle, if it is in normal times, although Luo Feng's attack is not simple, but for him, it will definitely not pose much of a threat, but now it is different.

In the face of Luo Feng's attack, there was a faint sense of powerlessness in his heart, and in his feelings, it seemed that Luo Feng was getting stronger and stronger.

Thundered!

The moment the vast sword qi was about to fall on him, the blood-colored spear in his hand trembled violently, like a blood dragon letting out an unwilling roar, and endless blood-colored spiritual fluid was also revealed from the void where the spear passed at this moment.

The sound of surging waves was endless, as if an irresistible blood-colored ocean had formed behind Luo Kun, and the moment the two touched each other, there were immediately leisurely visible ripples spreading, and then, countless chaotic blood-colored spiritual liquids, accompanied by violent black sword qi, spread out in all directions.

At this moment, it seemed that this small world was roaring and trembling, and the dust was flying, as if a chaotic tornado storm had been formed, affecting a radius of dozens of zhang.

Soon after, the dust cleared, and almost everyone's eyes outside the small world fell on its center.

At this moment, the Shinto Alliance has won six rounds, while Changshengtian's side has only won five games, if the team led by Luo Feng fails in this game, Changshengtian will have no chance to turn over.

And if Shi Luo Feng won this game, then the Immortal Heaven and the Shinto Alliance would be considered a draw......

In other words, if the latter is the case, then they still have some chance to turn the defeat into a victory.

Under the gaze of everyone, Luo Feng and Gao Yanghong stood quietly in place, except for the dust on their bodies and some tired eyes, they couldn't see that they were injured at all.

Both of them looked calm, as if they hadn't been the ones who had made the previous move. In front of the two of them, there was a huge crater, in which lay Lokun.

At this moment, Luo Kun was unconscious in the pit, but he was still holding the Shura gun in his hand, and he didn't seem to let go even if he died.

"Living up to the mission. At the same time, not far away, Shui Youran, Xu Qingyu and Liu Yan walked over slowly, although their faces were also tired, but in general, they looked very excited.

"Yes, not to the point of duty. Luo Feng smiled faintly at them.

"This game can be regarded as your Immortal Heaven's victory. Although he didn't want to admit it, the Xuan Bing Elder of the Divine Dao Alliance still spoke at this moment.

As his words fell, Luo Feng in the small world felt a huge spatial power, and immediately after, the five of them appeared outside the small world.

"It's not an easy encounter, and if it ends in a draw, I think both you and I will be dissatisfied. Elder Xuan Bing looked at it indifferently and asked the Second Elder of the Sword Sect.

He wanted to win the conference, and he knew that the latter would definitely be the same.

"Yes and what, no, what?" the second elder asked with a slight frown.

"If you also want to divide the winner and lose, you can choose one person to fight with my young lady, if you win, it will be regarded as your final victory in Changshengtian, if it is the number, it is my Shinto Alliance that won. Elder Xuan Bing said lightly.

"Oh, your young lady won't be seventy or eighty, right?" the second elder asked with a strange look in his eyes.

"My young lady is only eighteen years old now. Elder Xuan Bing looked at the Second Elder with an unkind expression.

The second elder fainted, and didn't care, after thinking about it, after seeing Luo Feng, he seemed to have some confidence, "Yes, but where is your young lady, but let's wait here forever, right?"

"Miss is already on the way, you better choose who your side will send to meet my young lady first. Xuan Bing glanced at the periphery of the mountain range and said slowly.

……

Soon after, within the small world.

Although Luo Feng already had a bold guess about the young lady in Xuan Bing's mouth, after actually seeing her, Luo Feng still felt surprised.

Because the young lady in Xuan Bing's mouth is really Ling Yuehan who he has been thinking about for a long time, at this moment, she is wearing an elegant long dress, looking like a fluttering fairy, although her demeanor has become a lot more mature.

However, Luo Feng still recognized her at a glance. However, he didn't reveal his identity to her right away.

He knew that once he revealed his identity at this moment, it would definitely make the already complicated situation worsen dramatically, and this was not what he wanted to see.

Therefore, in his heart, he secretly told himself that when this battle was over, he would go to Ling Yuehan and talk to her alone.

And at this moment, when Luo Feng was looking at Ling Yuehan, Ling Yuehan was also looking at Luo Feng, although Luo Feng was transfigured, but Luo Feng gave him a feeling that he couldn't be wrong, plus the exercises she practiced were special.

Long before the start of this sect conference, she had a premonition to meet Luo Feng, otherwise she would not have come to the sect conference that had little to do with her.

Feeling the powerful spiritual fluid rising from Luo Feng's body, a hint of surprise flashed in Ling Yue's cold eyes, this young man who didn't have any cultivation experience back then was really completely different now.

The jade hand clenched the light blue long sword, the light blue wind rolled and fluttered on the sword body, in the wind roll, the sharp wind blade stretched and spit out, occasionally burst out, on the hard ground, leaving a scratch that was not shallow or deep, the sword body gradually moved up, pointing to Luo Feng from afar, the sharp sword blade was reflected by the sun, and the forest light was awe-inspiring.

With the rise of the spiritual liquid on the bodies of the two people, the atmosphere in the small world became condensed in an instant, and the people who were talking about it became quiet again, and all eyes were on the two of them.

Luo Feng slowly closed his eyes, and then let out a long breath, his eyes suddenly opened, and in the pitch-black eyes, black fireworks flashed by, and the spiritual liquid on his body also became much deeper again at this moment.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his palm, affected by the heavy feeling that kept coming, Luo Feng raised his eyes and stared at the woman on the opposite side who was like a willow leaf.

Without any words, the two shot at the same time.

Ling Yuehan's face was calm at the black shadow that rushed straight in, her exercises belonged to the wind attribute, so the degree and light spirit of the body was what she was best at, when Luo Feng was about to follow the ten meters around him, Ling Yuehan finally made a move.

I saw her toes tapping the ground, her body fluttering and flickering like fallen leaves in the wind, and in an instant, she staggered with the black figure that rushed in.

The moment of the hand. The long sword in Ling Yuehan's hand slashed out horizontally extremely naturally. With the help of body impact. A few tiny ground wind blades. has taken the lead out of the sword. Cut at Luo Feng's neck.

Snapped to a sudden halt. The huge black sword was raised slightly. With the clanging sound and a few small sparks. Those wind blades. Even Luo Feng's offensive was not stopped. It is complete dissipation.

And after the wind blade is resisted. Luo Feng raised his eyes slightly. He glanced at the graceful figure that passed by. Arm wave. The Xuanzhong Sword brought up a fierce energy. Slammed it behind him. Energetically pressed. Put Ling Yuehan's body on the ground in the skirt robe. Press tightly against the skin. Outline the slender willow waist.

The two of them didn't show mercy!

I felt the whirring pressure behind me. Ling Yuehan raised her eyebrows slightly. It seems that there is some surprise, and the other party is keenly perceived. The long sword in his hand stabbed out. The pale cyan sword left a cyan arc in the void air. Sharp sword tip. It seems to be penetrating the air barrier.

With a crisp sound of "ding". The tip of the sword was pointed straight at the heavy sword that was smashed horizontally. The two touch. The great sword is full of mighty power. Make that slender long sword. It was pressed into an extremely thrilling arc.

However, the sword was bent into such a thrilling arc. But it never broke off. When the tip of the sword was about to stick to Ling Yue's cold jade arm. The latter stomped lightly on the ground with the soles of his feet. The green mangs above the long sword skyrocketed. Sudden explosion of power.

With a thud, he flicked the heavy sword away. And with the help of the elasticity of both. Ling Yuehan swept into the air. The pretty face is dignified. The long sword in his hand suddenly trembled. It moved slowly. And every time the sword moves a point. It will leave behind a sword-like afterimage that is like a substance.

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