The gray-clothed martial artist was obviously very angry by Lu Feng, and said with a gloomy face: "What a big breath, I don't even pay attention to my Ghost Sword Sect, brothers, teach him a lesson!" ”

The moment the words fell, this group of gray-clothed martial artists released a monstrous sword qi, and two of them even reached the Nine Transformations of Zun Martial Arts, and suddenly a majestic aura surged. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

From this aspect, it can be seen that the Ghost Sword Sect is more than a step stronger than the Bloody Cloth Sect.

"It's all the same thing, and there's no difference in how they act."

Facing the joint efforts of this group of people, Lu Feng waved his hand, and the unique celestial light formed by the platinum, gold and purple colors quickly emerged, and a hot wave of air rushed out.

The monstrous power swept through like a long condensed whip.

In an instant, Lu Feng condensed it into a palm print, and the almost terrifying attack fell with a bang, like a meteorite colliding, and the terrifying power suddenly radiated to a range of more than ten miles.

The light was too bright to look at directly, causing everyone's eyes to squint.

Immediately after, the roar rang out, and I saw that except for the two Nine Transformation powerhouses who were still able to stand firmly, the rest of them all flew out upside down and smashed on the ground paved with green bricks.

Blood spurted wildly, and dozens of deep pits were smashed into the ground, embedded in it.

There was silence in the sky.

The faces of the crowd were wonderful.

This ghost sword sect originally wanted to teach this person a hard lesson, but he put his face up and was slapped loudly.

Today, it can be described as a loss of face.

"Are you going to fight with me too?"

Lu Feng's eyes were sharp, staring directly at the gray-clothed warrior who had spoken earlier.

The pressure that was almost terrifying came, and the gray-clothed warrior glanced at Fuji Zhen, a cold sweat came out of his back, and he shook his head and said, "I didn't come today to fight with you, but my ghost sword sect Luo Ze wants to fight with you." ”

As the words fell, a gray sword light in his sleeve fell into Lu Feng's hand.

"Half a month later, the Holy City Blood Battle Stage, my Ghost Yin Sword Luo Ze, will give you a sword fight, and if you don't, you will bear the consequences!"

The bloody, violent words pierced the mind from the gray sword light.

Hearing this, Lu Feng's face was cold, he directly crushed it, and said with a sneer: "What kind of thing is he Luo Ze, if I want to fight, do I have to fight with him?" ”

"I'm just passing on a word, and if you refuse, you won't live in peace in the future, Luo Ze is the junior brother of the Blood Sword Sect Master, today you beat that young sect master into such a miserable situation, and when he gets out of the customs, it will be wonderful."

The gray-clothed warrior smiled gloatingly.

Luo Ze's character is extremely ruthless and the most protective.

Lu Feng shook his palm, and from the sound and this person's expression, he could see that Luo Ze was also an unscrupulous person.

Although the Holy City does not allow indiscriminate killing, once you leave the mansion, it is not difficult to use the methods of the Ghost Sword Sect to make some despicable means.

Could it be that everyone in Cloud City will be cowering in the Sword Saint's Mansion in the future and not going out?

After pondering for a moment, Lu Feng was sharp and said, "It's okay to fight, but if Luo Ze loses, this Blood Sword Pavilion will have to change its name." ”

When the hook-nosed old man heard this, his face suddenly sank.

This bastard ruined the Sword Pavilion, and he even wants to change hands here.

"No problem, Luo Ze said, you can agree no matter what the price, after all, he will let you go to the bloody battle platform, and you will never be able to get down."

The gray-clothed warrior was blunt, and his gaze at Lu Feng was full of pity.

Luo Ze's strength is not comparable to them, it is the personal disciple of the Ghost Sword Saint.

And Luo Ze knew that someone had smashed the field of the Blood Sword Gate, but he was furious.

"After half a month, the Blood Sword Hall will be renamed the Great Xuan Sword Hall....."

Lu Feng turned around and left, since this Luo Ze wants to fight, then accompany him to fight, and save him troubles in the future.

"This guy, just make you proud, Luo Ze's strength is not something you can imagine, if you want to change hands to the Great Xuanjian Hall, it depends on whether you have that little life."

Looking at the direction Lu Feng left, the gray-clothed warrior sneered as if he were looking at a dead man.

On the way back, the thick and fine Yun Lei inquired about Luo Ze's information, and then returned worriedly.

"Luo Ze, the ranking of the Sword Asking List is seventy-nine, and he has already touched the Holy Dao a few years ago, and now he is extremely close even if he is not a quasi-saint."

The sword list is divided into two lists, one is the rookie list, and the strong ones who are less than 100 years old can be on the list.

And this Luo Ze is the strong man on the rookie sword list, although he is extremely close to a hundred years old, but being able to reach this kind of ranking in the holy land where the sky is full of pride shows that he is extraordinary.

"Approaching the quasi-saint?"

Lu Feng felt the heavy pressure and secretly sighed at the horror of the Holy Land.

The Nine Transformations of Zunwu may be an insurmountable barrier for some people, but they can still be forcibly piled up with resources in those big forces.

But the quasi-saint needs to comprehend the holy path, and those resources are heartache that even the saint feels, and they can only do some auxiliary role.

can step into the quasi-saint before the age of 100, even if it is a realm, it is a stunning and gorgeous Tianjiao.

However, if Lu Feng wanted to feel powerless just with this kind of strength close to the quasi-saint, it was obviously not enough.

"We can avoid the war, Na Luo Ze is close to the quasi-saint, Brother Lu is only seven changes, this is not ashamed in the holy city."

Yun Lei expressed his opinion.

Lu Feng shook his head with a smile: "There are some troubles that come to the door and can't be avoided, even if you dodge this time, is it hard to guarantee that the Blood Sword Gate will not do what it is today?" It's not a good feeling to be being watched all the time. ”

Luo Ze is a member of the Ghost Sword Sect, and the Ghost Sword Sect is subordinate to the Imperial Dynasty.

Lu Feng didn't mind obliterating a strong man who would become a quasi-saint in the future.

Seeing Lu Feng like this, Yun Lei could only shake his head.

"Could it be that my brother is sure to break through the eight changes in this half month?"

Youruo's eyes lit up, she knew the power of Lu Feng's celestial phenomena.

Once there is a real breakthrough, it is bound to be a great increase in strength.

She believes that Lu Feng, a Luo Ze, is nothing.

Lu Feng nodded, his eyes flashed coldly, and said: "If you still understand me, then Luo Ze wants to fight, so he will use him as a whetstone to sharpen my strength." ”

"During this time, I may leave the Holy City for a while, and I have already decided on a place."

Lu Feng had accumulated enough in the Seven Changes, and even if he stayed, it would be difficult for him to have more effect.

Youruo and Xuanqing nodded when they heard this.

Seven changes have such strength, if they reach eight changes, how terrifying it should be.

After returning to the Sword Saint's Mansion, Lu Feng turned into a black shadow and left the Holy City that night.

The Qinglian Holy Land has been visited by many sword saints for tens of thousands of years, and when these sword saints realized the sword, they also left a sword path understanding all over the entire Qinglian Island.

Although there are more sword saints in the sword tower who have left sword intent, Lu Feng has not yet been recognized by the sword shrine, so he can only retreat to the second.

In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

Qinglian Holy Land, Jianyang Valley.

This is a valley that erupts flames all year round, as if there is a round of scorching sun under the valley, exuding an incomparably scorching monstrous sword intent.

And this Sword Yang Valley was left by a holy name tens of thousands of years ago for the Burning Sun Sword Saint powerhouse.

The high temperature in this center was difficult for even some slightly weaker quasi-saint powerhouses to bear.

"It's time to break through the Eight Changes, this Burning Sun Sword Saint has made me completely comprehend the changes of the heavenly phenomena."