Chapter 18: Fighting Jiang Feng Again (2)

Shuiyue Palace is one of the super factions, if they leave, then wouldn't this treasure sharing conference be incomplete, making everyone in the world laugh?

Lu Nanfeng apologized to Mu Shan, the palace master of the Water Moon Palace, hoping that she would be able to have a large number of adults and stay until the end of the treasure sharing conference. Sect Master Li and others from Yunlu Immortal Residence also stepped forward to keep Mu Shan.

Although Mu Shan was extremely angry, but several sect masters jointly retained, she also had to give face to these sect masters, she returned to Fang Cai's camp and sat down, but her face was no longer good-looking, and she didn't speak.

The scene was a little embarrassing for a while, but the Sword Pavilion Master Lu Nanfeng stood up and said, "Since the Mushan Palace Lord said that this woman has cultivated into a human body, we must also treat it as the same, then I propose to identify with this woman's human identity." I wonder if the sect masters have any opinions?"

"We agree with what Pavilion Master Lu said. ”

Lu Nanfeng, whether overtly or secretly, is faintly the leader of these super sects, and what he says, the rest of the sects have almost no words of opposition.

Only the two sect masters of Taixuguan and Yunlu Immortal Residence smiled and nodded, and did not echo it.

Lu Nanfeng said again, "It's just that although she has already turned into a human, after all, she is a demon cultivator, and I don't know if she has lost her demon energy." My Sword Pavilion is willing to bring her back to the sect and be a guest for three years, if during these three years, this woman does not show any demonic energy, I will let her leave. Of course, if there are other sects that want to take on this important task, my Sword Pavilion will also fully support it. ”

Anyone can see that this is Lu Nanfeng's words, and now as long as any sect dares to stand up, then this sect will inevitably become the sworn enemy of the Sword Pavilion.

The sect masters who are doing it are all old and sophisticated guys, and they know Lu Nanfeng's words well and do not expose them.

Some of the lower-ranked sects in the super factions immediately piled up with laughter on their faces, asking the Sword Pavilion to take away this woman who had nothing to do with their eight poles.

"Wait!"

In the voice of everyone, suddenly a voice sounded suddenly, making everyone stunned, and looked at the source of the voice together.

The person who said this sentence was not Wu Fan, who else could it be?

"I disagree!"

Rushuang's face was much better after eating the elixir, and with Wu Fan's support, he walked to a clearing and sat cross-legged, while Wu Fan walked into the field with a smile.

"I think you've overlooked a question, when you were discussing the question of whether this woman was going to stay or not, did you ask this woman if she wanted to?

Although Wu Fan had said similar things before, it did not attract the attention of these people. Now that everyone really connected this woman with Wu Fan.

"Wu Fan, you colluded with demons, spoke wildly, and in front of fellow immortals in the world, you still didn't obediently tie your hands and arrest!?" Jiang Feng asked coldly.

Wu Fan didn't even look at him, he turned his gaze to Lu Nanfeng, this Sword Pavilion Master, the sect master of the first sect in the world, had a smile on his face, but the ice in his eyes was cold enough to make the boiling water turn into ice in an instant.

"Is there such a thing as a dog in your sect that only knows how to bark?"

This sentence aroused the anger of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Nanfeng's face also changed instantly, his eyes narrowed, and his whole body exuded a burst of murderous aura, and Jiang Feng, who bore the brunt of the attack, shot directly, conjuring up a big dragon and hitting Wu Fan's heart.

Wu Fan flew into the air, dodged the giant dragon, and sneered, "Last time, I let you taste the fruits of failure. I'll let you taste it again today!"

He was in the air, his hands were drawn in circles on his chest, and the immortal power gathered from all directions, condensing into a huge gossip shape.

The disciples of the Taixu audience were shocked, this is the method of Taixu Meditation, how could it be displayed in the hands of an outsider?

Jiang Feng's eyes were cold, he saw that Wu Fan's strength seemed to be stronger than before, and he didn't dare to hide his strength anymore, all mobilized, and the endless immortal power supported a huge giant sword behind him, with the ability to cut the sky and the earth, and slashed at Wu Fan.

The same moves, the same people, at different times, but with different effects.

This time, Jiang Feng's immortal power has increased to more than sixty levels, the immortal power is strong, and the giant sword condensed into it is also extremely sharp, even the heads of the Immortal Dao Sect Masters sitting here have turned their eyes sideways, and they dare not force their eyes, only to feel that this son has not seen him for a few days, and he has entered the realm even more, and he is afraid that he will have to compete with them in time.

However, their shock to Jiang Feng was still hovering in their minds, but the sudden scene shocked them directly, they were all stunned, they couldn't believe everything in front of them, Lu Nanfeng also stood up directly from his seat, and the folding fan in his hand was pinched off by him, which showed that the shock was beyond measure.

I saw that the gossip diagram drawn by Wu Fan in the air slowly advanced towards Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng's immortal power condensed into a giant sword, and under this gossip diagram, it gradually decomposed, turned into a little starlight, and dissipated in the air.

Then, Wu Fan slapped his palm on Jiang Feng's chest.

There was a loud bang, and Jiang Feng's body sank into the platform rocks like a cannonball.

"This ...... How is this possible?!"

Almost everyone was thinking about this question in their hearts, Jiang Feng, the number one handsome man in the world, was unexpectedly defeated by his opponent?

"It's horrible!"

All the disciples of the super sect were shocked, and then felt terrified and frightened, with such strength, who else in the younger generation could compete with it? Thinking of this, when everyone looked at Wu Fan again, their eyes no longer contained only hostility and disdain, but their expressions were complicated, and they did not dare to treat him as a nobody.

Wu Fan landed lightly next to the big pit where Jiang Feng had fallen, and shouted inside, "How is it?

Wu Fan knew that his palm had not hurt the roots, and Jiang Feng's strength had improved strangely, and doubts rose in Wu Fan's heart, and he wanted to find out.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a black gas burst out of the deep pit and rose into the air, not dissipating, but gradually flattening, like a huge umbrella cover, covering the field.

Wu Fan raised his head, squinted his eyes and said, "It's kind of interesting!"

Suddenly, the wind blew fiercely, and the sand and rocks flew away, and the faces of the people were painful, and the clothes were hunting.

An old monk from Tianlong Temple clasped his hands together and said in surprise, "Why is it that all of a sudden, you are angry?"

It was the scene at this time, the heavens and the earth became dim, Jiang Feng slowly flew out of the deep pit, his whole body was wrapped in black airflow, his face was pale, his lips were like blood, and his eyes were red, like a ghost in the night.

"This ......"

Many high-ranking people were present, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they all thought of a person.

"Demon Flow?"

"Devouring Demonic Skill?"

The power that Jiang Feng displayed at this time was too similar to the legendary Devouring Demon Skill, this Devouring Demon Skill had disappeared for hundreds of years, how could it suddenly appear?

Jiang Feng flew in the air, his hands kept sealing, and several ink dragons formed around his body.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng looked at Wu Fan with cold eyes, and with a gesture of his hands at Wu Fan, countless ink dragons flew towards Wu Fan together, faster than lightning.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The loud noises continued one after another, shaking people's eardrums, and Wu Fan seemed to be devoured by the ink dragon, and there were no bones left.

In the sky, Jiang Feng's eyes were gloomy, but he did not relax his vigilance, he clearly sensed that his attack did not kill Wu Fan, he was still alive!

"Hey, hey, you're good at it, but unfortunately, you're still going to lose!"

Wu Fan had already sensed that his immortal power was wrong when he slapped Jiang Feng for the first time, and now that he saw him perform this exercise, he really understood the source of these wrong feelings.

"Devouring Demon Skill?

Wu Fan unremarkably rolled out a palm and hit Jiang Feng on the ink dragon that Jiang Feng had condensed again.

The ink dragon roared and tossed, struggling in Wu Fan's palm, but he couldn't move forward for another half a minute.

"Bang!"

As soon as Wu Fan's hand was grasped, the ink dragon dissipated like a broken balloon.