Chapter 287: Nine Yang Burning Immortals

"This account between you and the Li family, until today, I should also settle it with you for Old Man Li!"

As he spoke, the mad lion looked solemn, and the fearless seal was cast with one hand.

He knew that he was not Lu Chengfeng's opponent, so this seemingly ordinary palm was actually a palm that he tried his best, if the other party did not die, he would be defeated.

The huge Buddha mudra is so dazzling that it cannot be looked at directly.

"I admire your courage to avenge the Lord, but I don't know if your Buddha Lord will forgive you for your crimes today!"

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and the huge Buddha handprint burst in, only to hear a loud noise, and the handprint was silently blocked by Lu Chengfeng.

"Do you think I'm still the boy you hunted down?"

Lu Chengfeng sneered, and the Buddha's handprint was easily turned into invisible.

The mad lion knew that he was not an opponent at the moment, but he never expected that in just a few years, the young man who was chased and killed by him at the beginning had already stood at a height that could look down on him.

"Suffer death!"

Lu Chengfeng shouted angrily, and immediately flew up, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand had already stabbed out at lightning speed.

His speed was so fast that when he struck, everyone thought he was still there, and they didn't even see the afterimage of his move.

In the void, several golden sword rays slashed like meteors, and after a scream, the mad lion fell, blood shot out from his neck, and it was extremely gorgeous.

Everyone present, except for Dou Jingtian and Xiang Wentian who faintly captured a trace, everyone didn't know how Lu Chengfeng made a move, and almost between breaths, the mad lion was already dead.

Lu Chengfeng locked his gaze on the black whirlwind, and said coldly like a killing god, "It's your turn!"

Although through the cold mask, those sharp eyes are like the steel knife of the cold winter wax moon, which is daunting, it is a kind of anger to the extreme.

Black Whirlwind was calm, "I admit that you are indeed very strong, but I am not scared by Black Whirlwind! Your woman was killed by me, one person does things and one person does everything, if you want to take revenge, just take action!"

"Your last words are indeed very moving, but I have no intention of letting you go!"

Lu Chengfeng's sword was very fast, and in an instant, it struck with the black whirlwind's brilliant brush. A moment later, almost all of Black Whirlwind's entire body was covered in sword marks, each sword mark deep into the bone, but not enough to be fatal.

Black Whirlwind's body trembled in the wind, and his appearance was very painful.

Blood continued to drip down the Xuanyuan Sword, blooming one blood flower after another on the ground.

Lu Chengfeng said, "Ling Chi needs three thousand six hundred swords, but I don't have that good patience, thirty-six swords are enough!"

His laughter echoed in the square, causing everyone present to feel a sense of terror and chill. If he didn't speak, the crowd would think it was a demon from hell.

Black Whirlwind endured the severe pain all over his body and said, "Don't worry, even if I kill myself, I won't let you succeed!"

"Suicide?" Lu Chengfeng's laughter was even louder.

It took a long time for Lu Chengfeng to stop laughing, his wrist flicked, and the Xuanyuan Sword pointed directly at the black whirlwind, and said angrily, "I will let you understand that sometimes suicide is also a luxury!"

"Then I'll risk my life to fight you!"

The black whirlwind shouted angrily, slashed the palm of his hand, and used blood as ink, even if it was a cloud of smoke. A moment later, a masterpiece of silver hook iron painting appeared in front of me out of thin air.

On the book: "The heroes of the world are out of my generation, and it is difficult to retreat once they enter the rivers and lakes." Plotting against the king's hegemony in every way, why am I afraid of life and death!"

These short twenty eight words are vigorous and powerful, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and every word is written in blood, exhausting the blood of the black whirlwind's life.

In an instant, I saw a wave of the black whirlwind's wonderful pen, and the twenty-eight big characters were immediately red mangs, rushing over like stars, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

The wind suddenly rose, and Lu Cheng was unmoved, "What a hero in the world, since you are not afraid of death, I will let your great cause of hegemony go on the road with you!"

Between the lightning bolts, Lu Chengfeng soared into the sky, and the Xuanyuan Sword danced in the air, and all the blood-colored characters were quickly shattered in an instant. The next moment, Lu Chengfeng's law was solemn, and the Xuanyuan Sword pierced the night sky like lightning.

Dozens of huge sword rays crossed and overlapped, and the domineering spirit that waited for the king to land in the world at a speed like lightning struck the black whirlwind in the field.

The sword light illuminated everyone present, and their eyes were filled with horror and fear.

For a while, blood splattered, and the entire thirty-six swords evenly divided the black whirlwind into thirty-six pieces. It's just that the speed at which he draws his sword is so fast that after being dismembered, Black Whirlwind's heart still beats.

Lu Chengfeng slowly approached forward, and every time he took a step forward, the people of the Demon Sect in front of him took three steps back. The two shots just now were simply terrifying, and even the two masters under the Powerful Ghost Hall couldn't go for three rounds under him, let alone others.

Jiang Wuhan, who saw this scene, was even more surprised, he didn't even know the man in front of him. His ruthlessness and determination are already similar to the little junior brother who called her Senior Sister Jiang at the beginning.

"That's enough, don't kill them again!Let them go down the mountain!" Jiang Wuhan really couldn't bear Lu Chengfeng to become like this because of hatred.

Lu Chengfeng said coldly, "If I want to kill them, they will force me to have no way out! If I don't kill them all, I will not be able to eliminate this hatred!"

"I know they all deserve to die! But now that hatred has covered your eyes, you will fall into the devil's path because of this! Even if you kill all the demons in the world, Qiao Meijiao will not be resurrected!"

"If the endless killing is the way of the devil, then I will be demonic, at least I can ensure that the people around me will not be harmed in any way. If one day even you are gone, then I don't mind risking my life to fight with the sky!"

Speaking of the decisive place, Lu Chengfeng was angry from his heart, but he saw him stepping on the seven stars, walking seven steps in a row, the long sword Huo Ran pierced the sky, and there were words in his mouth:

"Jiuyang burns immortals, all things are extinguished, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha......"

It was the ninth yang of the Jiuyang Burning Immortal Duel, and the people of Shushan never expected that in just a few years, even the supreme true law that the previous heads of Shushan had not comprehended were completely comprehended by Lu Chengfeng. What's even more surprising is that the last yang of this supreme formation will actually be endless killing, is this the way they have exhausted their life's work?

Suddenly, the wind was fierce, the sky was full of dark clouds, and thunder was rolling.

The nine pillars of light turned into golden dragons, emitting deafening roars and roars in the air, and Lu Chengfeng's body was full of radiance, as if competing with the sun and the moon.

"Could it be that this is the supreme supernatural power of Shu Mountain?"

Even the always calm and composed, Dou Tiantian was shocked by the domineering spirit of this Kowloon soaring.

"It's time for it to end!"

Hearing Lu Chengfeng's angry shout, while the Xuanyuan Sword slashed down, the nine golden dragons roared and swooped down with a thunderous momentum.

For a time, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and wherever the dragon reached, the ravines appeared, and the bones were gone. Tens of thousands of demons were all killed in a matter of moments, leaving not even a trace behind, as if they had never appeared in this world.

(End of chapter)