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In that test, Lu Feng's spiritual power was as high as forty ranks, and the last place was probably only available to him.

"Wouldn't you think this last spot was this hairy boy?"

The old ghost sneered.

"Lu Feng, are you willing to fight for me to the Heavenly Equinox Palace. ”

Master Luo ignored the old ghost Mao, and his expectant eyes stared at Lu Feng solemnly.

Although he didn't know Lu Feng's ability to carve the array, his performance when comprehending the Vientiane Divine Diagram gave him great amazement.

"I have one condition, if I win those three feathers I need two. ”

Lu Feng pondered for a moment.

The honorable feather was too rare, and if he missed it, it would probably take longer for Lu Feng to get it.

"As long as you can win, all three firefinch feathers will be rewarded to you. Master Luo immediately agreed.

Compared to the honor of the branch hall, this fire finch feather is not worth mentioning, and seeing the calm on Lu Feng's face, there is an inexplicable surge of hope.

"There's no fighting!" the old ghost snorted coldly.

"Even my brother lost to the Cold Devil, you hairy boy, still want to win?"

Qiu Xue didn't have a good airway.

"Your strength is too weak, I don't want to bully you. ”

The cold demon frowned, lacking interest.

"How do you know who's bullying whom. ”

The arrogance and arrogance of the other party made Lu Feng a little unhappy in his heart, and said coldly.

Old Ghost Mao raised his eyebrows, wrinkled together and said, "You are too arrogant to choose a person, at such a young age, you are so arrogant." ”

Master Luo smiled: "Then please wait and see, I believe that Lu Feng will definitely give you a surprise." ”

"Hmph, I don't believe he can turn the tide. Qiu Xue muttered.

At this time, the two were separated by a hundred meters, and the light between their fingers had already bloomed, and they were in the air.

Even if there is a big battle with Qiuyun, the cold demon still has the power to carve out the four-grade great array, and that formation is still the ghost cold array.

Lu Feng's fingers lightly swiped in the void, and silver-gray silk threads suddenly appeared, as if they were in series, and soon disappeared into the void.

"What kind of trick is that kid playing?"

Old Ghost Mao stared at Lu Feng tightly, but he couldn't tell what kind of formation he was going to carve.

Only ten minutes had passed, and Lu Feng's fingers stopped, looking at the cold demon who was still carving in a smile with a smile.

"It's over?"

The old ghost Mao was slightly stunned.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't hurry up and carve the formation!"

Suddenly, Qiu Xue shouted.

Lu Feng smiled and didn't say much.

Everyone was puzzled, but they couldn't see through Lu Feng at this moment.

At this time.

The cold demon looked at Lu Feng, his brows furrowed together.

"Go!"

Half an hour later, the Phantom Demon Cold Array bloomed with black light, condensing a black snow lotus and shooting towards Lu Feng.

"Destroy me!"

Lu Feng snorted, his fingers were a little bit, and the silver and gray silk threads condensed, and it was a long sword.

Although there are only a few strokes, the sword intent that rushes into the sky is sharp and sharp, bringing a whistling sword wind.

Terrible!

The cold demon's heart trembled suddenly, and the terrifying sword intent forced towards him.

Boom!

The silver long sword that evolved into the formation was like a bamboo, shattering the snow lotus, and finally falling into the ghost cold array.

A terrifying explosion sounded, and a sword seemed to be able to slash the heavens and the earth, and the ghost cold array shattered in an instant.

"I lost!"

The other party only carved out a sword, and he had the power to easily destroy his formation, and suddenly the cold demon looked depressed and retreated.

"Next. ”

Lu Feng's expression was as usual.

Unlike ordinary people carving formations, he never consumes excess power in unnecessary movements, and every stroke is infused with the most terrifying formations.

That simple sword already contained Lu Feng's understanding and strength of the formation.

And when Lu Feng broke the cold demon with one sword, the eyes of the powerhouses of the other branch halls also converged one after another, and even the Shui Yuan Sect Master also looked over, his eyes flickering.

"Haha, well done!"

Master Luo's face was full of joy, and his cloudy eyes were shining.

And the corners of Qiu Xue's mouth behind him opened widely, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Although the battle between the Cold Demon and Qiuyun consumes a lot, it is not so easy to deal with.

"This little brother's knowledge of formation is far above mine. Qiuyun said in admiration.

"Don't be complacent, Zuo Feng, you go and meet that kid. ”

The old hairy ghost's dry and bark-like face was covered with gloom, and he whispered to a man in a purple robe behind him.

Zuo Feng's spiritual power was at the fortieth order, which was comparable to the strength of the Cold Demon.

At this time, seeing the indifferent Lu Feng, Zuo Feng's palms were full of cold sweat, and he was a little nervous.

This battle is the key to determining the honor of the hall.

"Don't take it lightly, this Zuo Feng is known as the most demonic inscription genius in the Demon Heaven Palace, on a par with Qiu Yun. Master Luo said.

Lu Feng nodded slightly, not taking this Zuo Feng to heart.

If it is the powerhouse of the main hall who carves a formation with him, then he will pay attention to it.

And under the gaze of this Dao gaze, Zuo Feng had already begun to carve a formation, and black brilliance flashed, forming a powerful array.

As time passed, Zuo Feng's face was covered with sweat, and it was obvious that he was carving a terrifying formation.

Rushing!

At this time, Lu Feng's fingertips brought up silk threads, and his flowing posture surprised everyone, as if it was not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy at that moment, but a master who had been immersed in this way for a long time.

"Black Flame Demon Dragon Array!"

Zuo Feng wiped the sweat on his face and breathed a long sigh of relief, under this pressure, he carved out the formation of the late stage of the fourth grade.

"Unexpectedly, the Black Flame Demon Dragon Array was carved, which was extremely close to the peak. Master Luo's gaze froze slightly, and his face was full of worry.

"Black Flame Demon Dragon Array, boy, you'd better admit defeat obediently, otherwise you will be burned by this Black Flame, and you won't be able to participate in the future Saint Master Inheritance. ”

Old Ghost Mao was extremely confident in this Black Flame Demon Dragon Array.

"Really!"

Lu Feng snorted lightly, the sword qi in the void was rolling and whistling, and eighteen small swords suddenly appeared, forming a circle.

"It turned out to be the Little Thousand Sword Formation. Grandmaster Shuiyuan's eyes lit up in surprise.

The extreme of the Little Thousand Sword Formation is one hundred and eight small swords, and the power will reach the sixth-grade formation at that time, and if it can reach one thousand and eight small swords, it will be the seventh-grade Great Thousand Sword Formation.

With Shui Yuan Grandmaster's ability, he can only carve one hundred and eight small swords, and it will take a long time.

At this time.

Zuo Feng's palm print slapped fiercely in the void, and in an instant, the black flames burned, and a lifelike black dragon entrenched in the void.

The black dragon swallowed the black flame, and it seemed that the void could burn and melt it.

"Under my Black Flame Demon Dragon Array, you will be defeated!"

Zuo Feng's face was hideous, and the fortieth-order spiritual power gushed out like water, and the momentum of the black dragon became more and more terrifying.

Due to the prohibition of using cultivation in this battle, this black dragon only reached the True Martial Realm with the blessing of the fortieth order spiritual power.

"Little Thousand Sword Formation!"

In an instant, Lu Feng urged eighteen small swords and slashed them with an incomparably sharp attitude.

Buzzing!

Each of the eighteen small swords bloomed into the sky, and the black dragon fought in an instant.

The black dragon spewed black flames, but it was difficult to stop the attack of the little sword.

Compared with Lu Feng, Zuo Feng was far inferior in terms of spiritual power and formation comprehension.

The space exploded continuously, and the eighteen small swords flew and turned into a sword in the surprised gaze of everyone, proudly slashing at the head of the black dragon.

This earth-shattering collision attracted the attention of the entire square.

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