Chapter 231: Not a Single Enemy

The silence of the moment was like the dead silence of the moment before the storm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThere is a turbulent undercurrent in the quiet air.

Lu Feng's gaze was calm. In the pupils, a pair of greedy eyes were reflected.

Qingluan egg, a Qingluan egg that is about to hatch. The ancient beasts are born with the ability to control the wind. The adult Qingluan is destined to step into the realm of Shinto, as long as the Qingluan can be raised to adulthood, it is a cost-effective deal for any force.

Lu Feng stood in front of Qingluan's egg, like a wall, but it was a thousand times harder than a wall.

These eyes converged and were fully visible to him.

"I'm here today. Don't want anyone to take it. Lu Feng's face was expressionless. Perhaps when the unborn young life in the eggshell conveyed that emotion of dependence, he made a decision in his heart.

The Emperor's Death Sword, which had almost never been unsheathed, was pulled out by Lu Feng with a thud. The momentum of the emperor's fall filled the square in an instant.

Once, with the Emperor's Death Sword, Lu Feng was able to cross the border and kill Gu Hai. Today, with the emperor's sword in his hand, who can do that? Even in the face of hundreds of people, he is not afraid.

"What arrogance!" the thought could not help but rise in the hearts of many people. At this moment, Lu Feng was facing nearly a hundred Xuandao martial artists.

As soon as these words fell, in an instant, there were ten Xuandao martial artists who couldn't help it and shot directly.

Between the ten divine rays floating and the heavens and the earth, the air currents are riotous, and the visions are varied. Qi and blood entered the long dragon and rushed into the void. Ten distinct martial arts seemed to have turned into a huge colored cage, enveloping the land breeze.

Many people change color suddenly. The power generated by the combination of ten Xuandao martial artists was enough to spread for several miles. No one has tried it.

Even Fang Zhihe and the others couldn't help but retreat. Staring at the center of the colored cage.

Lu Feng's face was calm, even in the face of such an attack, he never wanted to take a step back. Or rather, he has no way back at all. A few feet behind him, it is Qingluan Egg.

"Holy Palace Dao Sword!" Lu Feng's eyes suddenly condensed into a point, and in the center of this point, a sword light appeared.

In an instant, the sword was like a sea, and a sword path holy palace rose in the ocean. In the Holy Palace, a brilliant sword qi flew out, splitting the void, cutting off the void, and blooming majestically, like a mountain range of swords.

Using the sword to cast the Sacred Palace Dao Fist, its power has not diminished in the slightest. Instead, it added a sword fierceness.

The holy palace under the fist, suppressed, solidified, heavy.

The holy palace under the way of the sword, sharp, fast, and light.

The huge colored cage was broken in an instant. The land wind was like lightning, and it skipped in front of the ten warriors.

Puff puff!

Ten blood flowers burst out, staining the ground red.

The ten figures retreated, and there was a deep wound on the warrior's shoulder, and there was a look of horror in his eyes. When they faced this sword, they felt the horror in it, the sword intent that cut everything off, and made them terrified.

"Come again, no mercy!"

Lu Feng's eyes froze, and there was not a trace of blood stained on the cold and shining Emperor Death Sword.

Many people were terrified, and Lu Feng's strength was unexpected. The combination of ten warriors was easily broken.

At this moment, the Qingluan egg clicked, and it seemed that it was about to break out of its shell. Many people looked anxious, but they couldn't get past the figure in front of them.

"Boy, the exercises you just got, now is a good time to condense. Purple suddenly spoke.

"That's right!" Lu Feng's heart suddenly moved. A floating, purple seed in the dantian was glowing, and thunder was wrapped around it.

Thinking of this, Lu Feng suddenly took a step forward and put away the Emperor's Death Sword.

He was not afraid of facing the hundred warriors, and even a smile flowed from the bottom of his eyes, and said, "Let's go together." I'm going to see who can take Qingluan. ”

You're all together?!

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I think Lu Feng is crazy.

It's not one, it's not ten. It's a hundred Xuandao powerhouses.

"Okay, this is what you asked for!" Xuanwu Heavens was not far away, and he had not made a move before, but was watching and waiting for the opportunity. But at this moment, he felt that Lu Feng seemed to be carried away by some small victory. Even one man against a hundred?

"You will act with me, and if something happens, count it in mine. The Xuanwu Heavens said fiercely. The murderous spirit in his eyes is wanton. Since stepping into the Qingluan Mountains and entering the Taiyi Labyrinth, he has been suffering under Lu Feng's hands. For many years, nothing like this has ever happened. He instructed himself that such an enemy must be strangled. Since you have already offended, you must cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

Some of the martial artists who were afraid of the forces behind Lu Feng immediately thought about it. This is a chaotic place, and when it comes to fighting, anyone may have a chance to get Qingluan eggs. Even if you can't keep it and sell it, it's definitely a huge fortune. Especially for many loose cultivators, they have long held such thoughts.

The air suddenly became rapid, and currents swirled and swirled in it.

In Lu Feng's perception, he felt one powerful qi after another blooming, and the divine radiance floated.

It's an amazing sight. Nearly a hundred warriors mobilized their forces, and their visions almost enveloped this radius of a hundred miles.

Rumble!

The first to strike was the Xuanwu Heavens, whose qi and blood attracted the essence of heaven and earth, turned into a huge Xuanwu turtle, and roared in the sky. The blue glow floated, as if an ocean had descended.

The Xuanwu Heavens' attack was like a fuse.

In an instant, nearly a hundred powers burst out, fast or slow, and in the blink of an eye, they hit two or three feet in front of Lu Feng.

"The beginning of heaven and earth, the cosmic thunder pool. The origin of all things, the birth of thunder!"

Lu Feng silently recited the mantra in his heart, and the huge qi and blood rushed into the purple seed-like thing in the dantian in an instant.

This is the exercise that Chu Wang passed on to him, called "Cosmic Thunder Pool". This purple seed is the foundation of cultivation, and it must be infused with energy from this thunder seed to shape the thunder pool.

This was supposed to be an extremely long period of time, and the birth of the Thunder Pool was by no means condensed overnight. Back then, it took Chu Wang a full three years to condense the cosmic thunder pool little by little.

The strength of nearly 100 people converged into a torrent, which made people's hearts tremble, and even the sky dimmed. All I heard was a booming sound.

"Taiyan!Holy Palace!Suppression!Draw!"

Lu Feng stepped on the Taiyan standing pile, and a huge force rushed into his body from the ground. A huge holy palace appeared in the void, and the space suddenly seemed to freeze, but it did not freeze. When the power of the crowd shuttled through this area, it suddenly slowed down, as if they were stuck in a swamp.

The purple seed flew out of Lu Feng's dantian and directly burrowed into the void suppressed by the Holy Palace.