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It was a man with a gloomy face, a hideous scar on the left side of his face, and his pupils were gray.

He is the rookie who asks the sword list Luo Ze.

The Ghost Sword Saint saw that Luo Ze's face also softened a little.

The fact that this disciple of him can squeeze into the rookie sword list also makes his ghost sword saint's face shine.

For this person who provoked his ghost sword sect, naturally he couldn't let it go easily.

"Master, this person will be handed over to me to teach a lesson."

Under the watchful eyes of all the people, Luo Ze pointed a finger at Lu Feng.

"I wonder if your Blood Sword Pavilion is ready to change its name?"

Lu Feng stepped out and faced Luo Ze.

When Luo Ze heard this, he snorted coldly: "You still have the face to mention this matter, as long as you can defeat me, it will be yours, but it's a pity that you will never have that chance." ”

Lu Feng ignored Luo Ze's provocation, stepped lightly on the soles of his feet, and fell directly onto the bloody bloody battle platform, hooking his fingers: "Get out." ”

Looking at Lu Feng on the battle platform, Luo Ze's mouth twitched, and a gloomy voice sounded, "Confident enough, you can really be arrogant if you smash the field of the Blood Sword Gate?" Today I will crush your bones one by one. ”

"If you want to crush my bones, it's up to you."

Lu Feng just glanced at him lightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted an arc.

The Ghost Sword Saint's eyes were slightly cold, and he said calmly: "Go ahead, his Soul Master will refine it into the Ghost Yin Sword for you." ”

"Thank you, Master, he has lost the chance to live today, today I will let him understand the gap between the Zun Martial Realm and the Quasi-Saint!"

The majestic power of the Saint Yuan swept out of Luo Ze's body, and the deep black light seemed to come from hell, and countless grimaces were seen crying in it.

This kind of crying makes some weaker people immediately feel their scalps tingle.

"Luo Ze has really stepped into the quasi-holy realm!"

Feeling the quasi-holy aura, the faces of everyone in the audience changed.

If this Luo Ze is allowed to precipitate for a few more years, he may be able to hit the top 50 seats on the sword list.

And this Luo Ze's arrogance also has his strength, after all, it is an absolute pride to be able to break through to the quasi-saint before the age of 100.

Xuan Qing's face was complicated, and he wanted to fight against the quasi-saint with the strength of the eight changes, which was undoubtedly a matter of wishful thinking, and he worried: "This is trouble, the quasi-saint is not so easy to deal with." ”

"Look, Luo Ze will die a miserable death."

Youruo's face is expressionless, and her voice is not mixed with any emotion.

"Now, do you ever feel fear?"

Luo Ze's Saint Yuan enveloped Lu Feng, creating a wave of pressure.

"But you've just stepped into the quasi-saint, and you haven't even completely transformed into a saint yuan, so what qualifications do you have to make me feel afraid."

When the words fell, Lu Feng did not hesitate at all, and the brilliant true yuan turned into a finger and burst away like a meteor across the sky.

"I don't know how thick the sky is."

Seeing that Lu Feng despised him, Luo Ze's eyes surged with hideousness, and the cold Shengyuan exploded like a grimace, and with a slight grasp of his palm, the space suddenly froze.

But.

That finger light was extremely powerful, and it actually directly pierced through the power of the Saint Yuan, and then brought up a blood flower and passed through his palm.

"Roze is injured...."

Although this blow was not a big deal, Luo Ze, who was a quasi-saint, suffered a secret loss in one move.

This is an incredible thing to them.

"I underestimated you, this time I was careless."

A deep voice spat out of Luo Ze's mouth, and he looked at his bleeding palm, and the expression on his face became more and more gloomy.

"I didn't even look at you."

Lu Feng sneered, turned into a ball of light and moved, his palm was raised, and the celestial phenomenon appeared, turning into a heavy pressure and crushing away.

"Devil cry!"

The endless ghost wind roared, Luo Ze's face was tyrannical, and between raising his palms, the dark black Saint Yuan surged, as if a huge grimace had appeared, and the screams that hit the soul spread out.

However, with Lu Feng's current mental strength, he couldn't make any impact.

The next moment.

The majestic palm print pressed down, and the endless scorching light was like a scorching sun.

The Dark Saint Yuan was like encountering a natural enemy, and it actually melted away at an astonishing speed.

Luo Ze's eyes froze, and he sensed that Lu Feng's palm was terrifying, and the terrifying fluctuations spread out from his body, and in an instant, five huge black beams of light swept away at the moment when his palm burst out.

Lu Feng didn't have any discoloration, and three hundred and twelve dragon patterns burst out.

The blue light filled the sky, with a dragon's roar, and an incomparably huge green dragon hovered in mid-air, overlooking this piece of heaven and earth.

The green dragon carried supreme majesty, and its long body collided directly with the five beams.

Lu Feng's face was indifferent, and with a wave of his palm, the green dragon's body quickly became smaller, condensed in the palm of his hand, and the heavy pressure made the Blood Battle Platform all sink down, and it exploded directly.

"It's a little tricky right now."

Luo Ze was colored.

Although the young man in front of him was very difficult, he was a quasi-saint, and it would take a lot of effort at most.

The soles of his feet shook the ground, and his breath suddenly burst out like a cold sword, and between the horizontal push of his palms, the cold qi flew, and countless grimaces condensed, and he slapped his head at Lu Feng.

In the face of this kind of attack, Lu Feng still seemed to be at ease, and when the power of the three-colored celestial phenomena in his palm flew by, he directly dissolved it.

Although this Luo Ze's methods are a little weird, he is still more than the bone sword of the day.

What's more, under the nine green lotus seeds, Lu Feng's realm has skyrocketed to the Eight Transformation Perfections.

"Sky Swallowing Finger!"

Lu Feng's figure flashed, and the moment one finger swept away, the space was shattered, and the one finger mixed with sharp fragments fell directly.

The domineering finger light was majestic in the sky, and Luo Ze's face was solemn, no longer as contemptuous as before.

"Ghost Crying Yin Sword Finger!"

Luo Ze also roared, as a strong man on the sword list, he stepped into the quasi-saint again, how could he allow an eight changes to provoke in front of him.

His hands formed a seal like lightning, and in the gust of yin wind, the Saint Yuan condensed into a long sword-like finger light, entangled in a strange rune.

Rumble!

The eerie Ghost Crying Yin Sword Finger contained an extremely strong Saint Yuan power, and the two were in a stalemate for a moment, and then Lu Feng's finger light shattered, and that finger directly impacted away.

Lu Feng was not in a hurry, and there was a hot light rushing in his palm.

In front of the countless eye-catching sights, he crushed the aftermath of that finger in the palm of his hand.

"Something capable."

Luo Ze sneered.

However, as soon as his sneer fell, his pupils suddenly shrank violently.

I saw a figure in front of me shrouded in the light of the domineering celestial phenomena, draining the power of the range in an instant.

"Rising sun palm, Jiuyang is now!"

Lu Feng drank softly, Jiuyang continued to spin in his palm, and strands of terrifying power emanated, forming his own domain.

Now Lu Feng is no longer comparable to the day, and it is much easier to exert this powerful Ascending Sun Palm than before.

And with the assistance of the power of the celestial phenomena, the fluctuation of Lu Feng's palm was extremely terrifying, which made the Blood Battle Platform flicker with the light of the formation.

Speaking of which, it was just in an instant, the Ascending Sun Palm carried an incomparably violent force, tore through the endless space, and turned over its hands to suppress it.

At that moment, the entire Blood Battle Platform seemed to be under Lu Feng's control.