Chapter 1345 Hurt my love general, damn it!

"Your Majesty!"

Those soldiers of the vanguard iron cavalry were overjoyed when they saw Lu Feng.

Lu Feng was synonymous with invincibility in the eyes of all the soldiers of the Southern Yan Kingdom.

Now that His Majesty is here, Nanyan will win this battle!

"Ahem. ”

"Ahem. ”

Zhao Yun raised his head with difficulty, looked at Lu Feng, and muttered weakly, "Your Majesty." ”

At this time, Zhao Yun was already seriously injured and dying.

Being attacked by a Saint Venerable Triple Heaven martial artist was too deadly.

"Zilong. ”

Lu Feng's figure flashed, and when he came to Zhao Yun's side, he helped Zhao Yun.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, the last general will no longer be able to fight for you. Zhao Yun said weakly.

"Don't worry, Zilong, with me here, you'll be fine. ”

Lu Feng turned his right hand and made one mysterious handprint after another, condensing into a green initial Xuanwen: Lin!

The initial Xuanwen 'Lin' contains a strong breath of life, and it may be able to save Zhao Yun.

Lu Feng controlled 'Lin' to enter Zhao Yun's body, and the breath of life quickly penetrated his body and entered his soul.

With this rich breath of life, Zhao Yun's already sluggish aura began to recover.

Although he was still very weak, it was obvious that with the infusion of these life breaths, it was impossible for Zhao Yun to die in battle.

Moreover, with the integration of more life breath in the initial Xuanwen of the word 'Lin' into Zhao Yun's body, the injuries in Zhao Yun's body will recover faster.

Lu Feng also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it, and his heart was also put down.

He didn't want his love to die here before he could establish his world's greatest achievements.

But......

A cold light appeared in his eyes, and Lu Feng said to Zhao Yun: "Zilong, you recover from your injuries first, and the matter here will be handed over to me." ”

"The last general obeys!"

With the life breath infused into his body by the initial Xuanwen 'Lin', Zhao Yun's entire injury was much better.

And the rest of the life breath was recovering from his injuries at an extremely fast speed.

If it goes on like this, it won't be long before he recovers.

"Wounded beloved, you have great courage, so you have to die!"

Lu Feng turned around, looked at Chu Zhenlong and Chu Yiheng, and said lightly.

"Lu Feng!"

Chu Zhenlong looked at Lu Feng, his words cold.

It was the kid in front of him who was no more than twenty years old, who killed his most talented junior of the Cangchu Dynasty in the past thousand years.

But in the depths of the eyes, it is very complicated.

He had met Lu Feng in Shanghai City, when the alliance was formed at the head of the Hundred Nations Academy last time.

Although this alliance became a joke in the end, he still had a little impression of Lu Feng.

Mainly the power speakers present at that time, only Lu Feng was less than twenty years old.

Of course, at that time, he just knew such a name, and he didn't even pay attention to it at the bottom of his mind.

After all, Lu Feng at that time was just a small character, and in his eyes, he was just an ant.

But he didn't expect that it had only been two years since the time in Shanghai City, and when he saw Lu Feng again, he was already qualified to talk to him.

You must know that you are a martial artist of the Holy Venerable Triple Heaven!

I cultivated to the Holy Venerable, but it took me a thousand years!

And Lu Feng, who is only twenty years old, is already a saint venerable, how can Chu Zhenlong be calm?

In front of Lu Feng, are those geniuses cultivated by his Cangchu Dynasty for so many years really qualified to be called geniuses?

Chu Zhenlong really couldn't be calm at all.

"Heh, you're really not your average hubris. ”

Chu Yiheng looked at Lu Feng, shook his head, and said, "Even if you reach the Holy Venerable, what if you are facing two Saint Venerable Triple Heaven martial artists, do you think you can kill us?"

"It's ridiculous!"

"Coincidentally. Lu Feng smiled slightly and said, "When I was in the northern grassland, Ram Xu and Ram Yiwen also said the same, but in the end, they were killed and injured. ”

"As for you, I'll give you a happy one, let's die together!"

"Weak Water Sword Technique!"

When the voice fell, Lu Feng shot directly.

The weak water sword trick transformed the weak water river, directly enveloping Chu Yiheng and Chu Zhenlong in it.

"The real dragon is born!"

Chu Zhenlong's hands quickly flipped in front of him, and a fist began to condense!

As the fist became more and more condensed, a dragon power rose in the surrounding space.

"Zhenlong Jue!"

Xing Rong, who was watching the battle below, saw it and swallowed his saliva, this is a god-level mid-grade exercise.

And it's not just the exercises, but also the supporting martial arts.

It is one of the limited god-level exercises of the Cangchu Dynasty.

But it's also very difficult to cultivate.

It is rumored that cultivating the Zhenlong Jue requires a large amount of dragon qi, and at the same time, it also requires a martial artist to be able to condense these dragon qi in the body of the cultivating martial artist.

You know, the dragon qi is the breath of the real dragon, it is very, very noble, who can condense it in their own body?

It is precisely because of this that in the entire Cangchu Dynasty, only Chu Zhenlong has successfully cultivated.

Xing Rong didn't expect that in the face of Lu Feng, Chu Zhenlong would directly perform the Zhenlong Technique!

How much this Chu Zhenlong wanted to kill Lu Feng in his heart!

"Buzz!"

As the fists became more and more condensed, the dragon qi filled in this space became more and more real, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Soon, the fist was completely condensed into a physical entity.

The moment those dragon qi solidified in the fist, it was as if it had been pulled by something, and it quickly merged into the fist.

A dragon shadow condensed into his fist!

"Go!"

Chu Zhenlong shouted angrily and punched the weak water river, wanting to directly break the weak water river and break Lu Feng's weak water sword technique.

"Roar!"

With a dragon roar, the group head with the dragon shadow hit the weak water river.

Rumble!

The fist shook the weak river, sending the river thousands of meters away.

But before he could relax, the river fell again, still enveloping them in it.

The sword trick is still there!

"What?"

Chu Zhenlong's face was full of disbelief when he saw it, his full force blow was useless?

"The saint-level high-grade sword technique, but the power is no less than the god-level low-grade, and there is also the blessing of the space Xuanwen, no wonder Zhenlong failed to break it!"

Chu Yiheng frowned and said, "It seems that I underestimated your Lu Feng's ability, but unfortunately, in the end, you are still certain to die!"

"Amazing Mudra!"

Chu Yiheng flipped his hands and quickly condensed into a handprint in the sky, which directly fell into the weak water river.

He wanted to use Chu Zhenlong's attack on the aftermath of the weak water river, and then make up for the attack to break the weak water river.

Lu Feng just sneered when he saw it, if the weak water river can be broken so easily, how can it be called a weak water river?

However, since you are going to attack, I will show you what a real attack is.

"Three thousand weak waters sink everything!"

With a low snort, the weak water river quickly separated under Lu Feng's control, and it happened to be the location where Chu Yiheng's handprint fell.

When Chu Yiheng saw it, his face changed, and he hurriedly controlled his handprint, wanting to avoid it.

But before he could control the handprint, the handprint had already fallen into the weak river.

Airplanes!

The weak water river directly sank the handprint.

(End of chapter)