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The white-robed old man squinted his eyes, and there seemed to be a strange power in the depths of his eyes, and the scene that had appeared before Ling reappeared in front of his eyes.

When Lin Feng made a move, Luo Feng pulled out a dark knife from his waist, like a dagger, and did not exude any breath, but when he looked at your knife, it made people's souls tremble, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying wolves in his ears.

After the knife was just unsheathed, Luo Feng's legs violently exerted force, like a swift lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the sword. And Lin Feng's face also showed a smile, as if he had seen the scene of Luo Feng being pierced through his chest by this sword and falling to the ground.

However, things were unexpected, Luo Feng suddenly raised the dark knife, and suddenly slid towards the spirit sword in front of him.

And with the slash, I saw a mysterious black light flicker, and then, the sword broke apart, broke into two, and fell to the ground.

After cutting off that sword, Lin Feng sensed that something was wrong, and immediately wanted to dodge the past, however, at this moment, Luo Feng swung down, cut off the sword, and swung upwards violently, the speed was so fast, he obviously couldn't dodge.

Immediately, Lin Feng wanted to shout loudly to admit defeat, and even his mouth shape had already been made. But the stab was clearly faster than his vocalization. I only heard the sound of a dagger cutting through the flesh, and then I saw the blood spilling down, and Lin Feng's head was cut off by a sword.

Before Lin Feng died, his eyes contained unwillingness, anger, and a trace of resentment.

Luo Feng indifferently put the dagger that was not stained with blood into his waist, and his face did not change at all from beginning to end.

Whether it was the killer in his previous life, or Luo Feng, who is now burdened with a lot of responsibilities and is accustomed to seeing life and death, he has no feeling for killing, especially killing his own enemies.

Although this scene didn't have any feelings for Luo Feng, the red blood and Lin Feng's head still made some female disciples who rarely kill people, as well as disciples of the Buddhist Sect, feel a burst of fear and disgust.

"How did Lin Feng die in the end?" Many people were thinking about it for a moment, frowning and asking others. Luo Feng's last knife was too fast, and they didn't expect that there would be such a big and amazing reversal.

The stone pillar glowed, teleporting Luo Feng back to his original place, and the forest wind was teleported to the rainbow bridge below.

At the sect conference, it was not forbidden for disciples to kill each other, so there was no one who stood up and accused Luo Feng.

In addition, the Ethereal Sect where Luo Feng is located is a mortal enemy with the Lingwu Sect where Lin Feng is located. For a while, basically no one spoke.

It's just that some people looked at Luo Feng's mask and seemed to want to see his true appearance, after all, Luo Feng has been very calm so far, whether it is his demeanor or his movements, it seems to be a little old and calm, it seems that it is not the first time to do this.

After Luo Feng stepped down from the stone pillar on that side, another disciple immediately filled it.

Under the care of Gao Yanghong and Xu Qingyu, Luo Feng sat cross-legged on the ground again and began to regain the strength of his body.

Because his current aura has been sealed, he is now considered a physical cultivator, and the disadvantage of physical cultivation is that after a full shot, it takes a period of time to recover to the peak.

And Luo Feng had the elixir that Xue Dan had refined overnight last night, so he recovered very quickly. It is far from enough to rely on pills to recover from food. He is also running a method of breathing and breathing that is unique to physical cultivation, striving to mobilize all the qi and blood in the body and restore the subtle wounds and dark wounds in the body.

Soon, the third round was over. And at this time, the remaining disciples are all disciples of the younger generation who can be named. None of them is a good stubble.

The intensity of that kind of battle also increased several times in an instant, and it was not a level of existence.

The fourth round began after an hour's break.

This time, in addition to recuperating and resting, Luo Feng also began to watch the battle of other disciples, because every disciple who can come here may be his next opponent.

If you can see some of his group combat style from his previous battles, etc., you can also win a slight advantage in the next encounter. After all, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is invincible.

When Luo Feng was watching the fourth round of the battle, many people looked at him again, and in the eyes of many people, it was a miracle that Luo Feng could come here. In other words, he is treated as a soft persimmon at this stage.

Now every disciple here is basically a monk who is comparable to a three-star martial artist or above. Of course, except for Gao Yanghong.

After all, aura is the most important component of a monk, and so far, Luo Feng's various methods, they have basically understood, and there will be no surprises. In addition, they will definitely not be disdainful of him like the previous disciples.

Therefore, on the whole, Luo Feng is the soft persimmon of this fourth round. And once he is defeated, he can still be famous in the mainland, such a good thing, no one can refuse.

And just when the others looked at Luo Feng with all kinds of eyes. In front of him, a bamboo stick appeared, and apparently, he was chosen.

The bamboo sticks emitted a faint light, and Luo Feng's figure disappeared in place in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, Luo Feng appeared on the battle platform, and opposite him, a woman in a long skirt appeared, and that woman Luo Feng knew, Murong Xue of the Drifting Snow Sword Sect!

"We're meeting again!" Murong Xue's gaze brought a hint of coldness. Since the white fox disobeyed her orders at the foot of the mountain that day, the white fox has become the enemy in her heart.

And it's also an enemy who gets along with it quickly.

Luo Feng's influence on Mo Rongxue, in addition to the fact that she does have the appearance of captivating the country and the city, is her arrogance, indifference, and high-minded posture of not taking everything in her eyes.

For such a person, Luo Feng also dislikes it.

As soon as they met, there seemed to be a flame in their eyes and began to beat.

"It's true that I haven't seen you for a long time, and your cultivation doesn't seem to have made any progress. Luo Feng looked at the aura on Murong Xue Zhou's body, a five-star martial artist, exactly the same as when she first met.

"It's true that my cultivation hasn't made much progress, but some people's cultivation seems to have been abolished. Murong Xue had a hint of mockery on her face, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

If it was the white fox who had broken through to the five-star martial artist before, she might not have the certainty of winning, but in the face of the white fox without aura, she had the certainty of victory.

"Give you a chance, kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, I won't give you a chance to beg for mercy later!" Murong Xue's right hand shook slightly, and between Qianqian's jade fingers, a slight chill rose, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, a cold ice long sword was condensed.

With the appearance of the ice sword, a killing intent was blown by a biting cold wind, and the entire space was condensed into beautiful ice flowers.

The flowers are beautiful, but they contain murderous intentions.

"Why don't you kneel down and surrender, how about I spare you?" Luo Feng smiled coldly. Although Murong Xue is powerful, he is not so easy to deal with, and even if he is not Murong Xue's opponent, he will not bow his head like Murong Xue.

As Luo Feng's words fell, he saw countless ice flowers, stabbing towards Luo Feng in the sudden surging cold wind, the ice flowers were like snowflakes that had been magnified several times, and under the stroke of the wind, they rotated like a whirlpool, swirling with the breath of death.

Under Luo Feng's soul perception, the ice flower was not as simple as it was seen, each ice flower contained the extremely compressed aura of Murong Xue, once it came into contact with it, the aura in the ice flower would definitely be triggered, and then burst out, that kind of power, with the strength of his body now, it was difficult to resist.

The speed of the ice flower was very fast, and in an instant, it was all over Luo Feng's body, like a god of death, and the howling cold wind was more like the wail of the dead, which was terrifying.

The next moment, Luo Feng's body curled slightly, and his feet stepped out of the ground one after another, and his body seemed to turn into phantoms. Every time, when he encountered the ice flower, he avoided it dangerously.

After doing this several times, Murong Xue knew that the movement trajectory of the ice flower had probably been understood by Luo Feng. Although the ice flower was strong, it could no longer pose the slightest threat to Luo Feng.

"Burst!" When the increasingly dense ice flowers rushed towards Luo Feng, Murong Xue immediately had a chill on his face, and then spit out a word coldly.

Thundered!

After the countless ice flowers surrounded Luo Feng, they exploded violently, and the pieces of transparent ice chips, surrounded by a trace of cold ice aura, seemed to have turned into countless sword fragments, and the cut air was crackling from time to time, and there were faint signs of fragmentation.

Luo Feng, who was at the center of the explosion, was in a very bad situation, although he had already noticed that there was a change in the aura in the ice flower, but he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to curl into a ball, gathering the qi and blood all over his body on the skin.

This method did make Luo Feng's impact smaller, but the fragments burst out, shredding the clothes on his body, leaving blood-colored marks on his body, and the red blood flowed out, and after a breath, the ice mist formed by the explosion of the ice flower was swept away by an oncoming cold wind, revealing Luo Feng in it.

At this time, he was covered in blood, and he looked crumbling, as if a breeze could blow him to the ground.

And the next moment she saw Luo Feng, Murong Xue seemed a little surprised, "It's not dead yet, it seems that some more powerful means are needed." ”

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