The sudden attack shocked the audience, and coupled with Fang Rong's inscription cultivation comparable to that of the Golden Throne Saint Master, this long-planned sneak attack was fatal to Lu Feng at this moment.

The power of the nine gray dragons is cold and gloomy.

"Damn, it's really like Nangong Ling's rebellion, and he doesn't pay attention to the rules in doing things. ”

Yuankong Jinzuo's face darkened.

But no matter how much anger there was, it was useless, it was just an instant, and nine gray dragons spat through the cold light pillars and bombarded Lu Feng one after another.

The power submerged Lu Feng, the corners of Fang Rong's mouth curled, he didn't see the former use his strength to defend, and in this way, even if he endured it, this test would also be the end of elimination.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, daring to compete with him Fang Rong for glory, this is the end.

However, when the violent fluctuations dissipated, the expected scene did not appear, and Lu Feng still stood firmly in place.

Judging from the aura it exuded, it was not seriously injured as Fang Rong guessed, it was just a little embarrassed.

"What are you using to resist?!"

Fang Rong was shocked and angry, the attack launched with the help of the formation was difficult for even the Saints of the Upper Saint Realm to resist, unless it was the Great Perfection Saint Realm, he could ignore it.

"This Lu Feng must have used other forces, according to the rules, he should be eliminated. ”

Sheng Yan, who was not far away, had a cold face, and at this moment, he was down to Lu Feng, and according to Kong Xuanzi's instructions, he must not be allowed to carry out the next round.

Listening to this full of doubts, Lu Feng stared at Fang Rong with cold eyes, and said to the Yuankong Golden Seat: "I want to passively resist with my own physical strength, this shouldn't be considered a violation of the rules." ”

His physical body, which had reached the peak of True Xuan, and had truly sublimated to the Holy Body in the Martial Dao Holy Tribulation, could completely resist the bombardment of the power of the Upper Saint Realm.

This powerful power also made the Yuankong Saint Master look sideways, the cultivation of the physical body is much more difficult than the spiritual power and martial arts, and after pondering for a long time: "If it is just hard resistance, it is indeed not a violation of the rules." ”

His words were very authoritative, and Fang Rong was speechless for a moment, and he could only stare at Lu Feng with a gloomy face.

However, he did not continue to shoot, this is not yet the final battle for the throne, and the best time has been discarded.

Moreover, this Lu Feng's inscription attainments have also reached a high level, if you fight to the death, in the end, it will only be cheaper for others.

He was empty-eyed, but he wasn't stupid.

"When it comes to the final battle for the Golden Throne, I will let you lose to the ground. ”

Fang Rong was unwilling, and put down a cruel word.

"Don't you think it's too stupid to say this kind of thing, the competition for this Golden Throne Holy Master is not more fierce than anyone's mouth. ”

Lu Feng has always believed that the only way to stand in front of him is to break it with a strong fist, and the flame in his eyes is as bright as a fire diamond.

His Holy Dao will rose up, like a vast heavenly might, pressing on Fang Rong's body, causing a trace of horror to appear on his face inexplicably.

He wasn't the kind of person who swallowed it when he suffered a loss, and when Fang Rong slowly retreated, a coldness raged.

Lu Feng suddenly outlined his fingers, and an invisible fluctuation spread out, and suddenly the light was shining under the opponent's feet, and a huge broadsword stabbed out from his crotch.

Subconsciously, Fang Rong wanted to resist with the power of martial arts.

But suddenly, he realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly carved the formation, and a gray wall stood up.

"Boom!"

The broadsword was too sharp, directly slashing through the gray wall, and then slashing straight at Fang Rong's back.

The sound of the clothes cracking, Fang Rong's clothes turned into pieces in front of everyone, revealing his smooth back, and when he swept his head, half of his hair was shaven, revealing half of his brilliant head.

That kind of appearance made everyone slightly stunned, and then they laughed wildly, this kind of Fang Rong is as funny as he is.

"Lu Feng!"

Realizing his disgrace, Fang Rong changed his clothes like lightning, and then touched his head, which originally had long and chic hair, with a tyrannical and distorted expression.

Although the power of the Holy Realm can grow quickly, the shame cannot be erased.

Lu Feng's face was expressionless, how could he do it if he wanted to play sneak attack without paying some price.

The fingers slowly outlined, and the light gathered, as if the door of time and space was opened, and the raging fluctuations came majestically.

After suffering a dark loss, Fang Rong no longer dared to underestimate it, with ten fingers pinching, a squirming gray mist appeared, as if countless changes appeared, and countless terrifying figures appeared.

Each path represents a different meaning of power.

"Although Nangong Ling does things by unscrupulous means, his inscription talent is unsurpassed, this should be the art of sainthood that he created, condensing the traces of the holy path between heaven and earth. ”

Yuankong Jin stared at Fang Rong intently, although he didn't have a good impression of Nangong Ling, he still had to admire at this point.

If it weren't for Nangong Ling's innate rebellion, his Inscription Guild would be even more powerful than it is now.

"I've never seen an inscription formation, it's interesting...."

Lu Feng groaned, and a little forward, a rainbow bridge that emitted crystal brilliance appeared, and he stepped away, turning his palm with an inscription, and bombarded away.

Fang Rong snorted, the power of the human figure was like a tidal wave, and the terrifying intent tore through the sky, triggering countless whirlpools, as if it could devour everything.

Lu Feng's power blasted away, and it was directly devoured.

But Lu Feng was not annoyed at all, he fully evolved the Inscription Technique to perfect his Holy Dao, and found that his understanding of the Middle Saint Realm was becoming more and more profound, and it seemed that he could break through at any time

And seeing Lu Feng, who seemed to be suppressed, Fang Rong bombarded even more vigorously.

"My holy way is eclectic and inclusive. ”

Lu Feng got a great understanding, and after a long time, he was satisfied, revealing a thoughtful smile.

Fang Rong was a little confused, and said coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Thank you for sending me the Holy Dao Enlightenment. Lu Feng chuckled.

After speaking, his eyes swept around, and the dust of this last round of assessment had settled, and the final thirty-six people had been decided.

"You were actually playing with me just now!"

Fang Rong trembled violently, and his face was extremely hideous.

As the Nangong Ling Ancient Sage, Shizun is the strongest inscription talent, and he has been shrouded in various noble auras, but now he has been deflated in the hands of Lu Feng again and again.

Immediately, the anger almost burst into flames.

"Lu Feng, this is too bad, Wu Ye is relieved when he looks at it, this is the real angry person. Wu Chi slapped his face and smiled.

When Xiao Guo heard this, he pulled Mo Ling's sleeve, wrinkled his nose and said, "Who told that Fang Rong to be so arrogant, he deserves to be angry." ”

"This round of assessment has been settled, and the next thing is the real Golden Throne assessment, that Fang Rong has obviously not used all his strength, and the opponent behind him is not easy to deal with, I hope that Senior Brother Lu Feng can protect the last glory left by the master...."

Chu Yunsong didn't have much joy because of this.

He clearly knows that this round of assessment is just a small test, and the real difficulties are still to come.

The battlefield transformed by the Vientiane Divine Map dissipated at this moment, and a grander spectacle evolved in a deeper void, like an eternal and eternal world, full of ten thousand days of light, and an ancient voice that rushed into the galaxy suddenly sounded.

"Contender for the Golden Throne, ascend to Vientiane Heaven!"

(End of chapter)