Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 1506: Winning streak!
Puff!
Standing up swayingly, the blue-clothed disciple spewed out a big mouthful of blood, raised his head to look at Luo Feng, his pale complexion turned pale, his eyes were extremely unwilling.
He still has a trick that he hasn't used, and even before he can use his sword intent, he is defeated. How willing!
It's just that, just now, he forcibly raised his qi and used his swordsmanship, and at a critical moment, he was blown away by Luo Feng with a fist, hurting his lungs, and it was obviously unrealistic to fight again.
The outcome is divided.
Gritting his teeth, the blue-clothed disciple threw a fist towards Luo Feng, and rushed down to the sword platform in shame.
The beautiful eyes of the Nebula Sword Master looked at Luo Feng.
Just now, she almost lost Luo Feng's deeds. The other party not only did a good job in light cultivation, but should also practice a secret technique to hide aura to achieve such a surprisingly difficult attack.
Of course, in this duel, the outcome is too trivial, more because of the carelessness of the blue-clothed disciple, unable to see more.
The blue-clothed disciple was defeated, and many of the sword tomb disciples present, including many sword masters, looked unsightly.
No matter what the reason, it is still not a glorious thing to be a disciple of the Sword Tomb, and the same brothers of the same sect to lose to a swordsman.
For a while, everyone was ready to move.
"I will fight you!"
With a long roar, a tall silver sword envoy flew up to the sword platform, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with the eight-fold peak cultivation base of the True Origin Realm. Once on the sword platform, his cultivation was immediately suppressed to the true yuan In the early stage of the Eighth Layer, the same level as Luo Feng.
The tall disciple and the blue-clothed disciple just now belonged to Baijian Peak Yuhua Peak disciples. Seeing the miserable defeat of Junior Brother, he naturally couldn't bear this breath, and wanted to avenge him and save Yuhua Peak.
Om!
As soon as he boarded the Wenjiantai, the tall disciple immediately released his sword intent, and under the blessing of the 80% sword intent, the silver ling sword in his hand groaned softly, and the strong sharp aura spread, flashing compelling Han Guang violently tore the surrounding air.
Unleashing the sword intent, the tall disciple stared at Luo Feng: "Don't think that you will be as lucky as you were just now. Junior Brother Qin was defeated by you just now, I want to get it back for him!"
He meant that the blue-clothed disciple just now, if it were not for a moment, Luo Feng would not be an opponent at all.
Hearing what the tall disciple said, Jiang Fengfeng shook his head slightly.
At the time she fought against Luo Feng, her cultivation base was one head higher than Luo Feng, and her sword intent had also been promoted to the Dacheng realm. They were not opponents. Although this tall disciple was both a silver swordsman, her sword intent was not as good as her. , In the case of Wenjiantai, where the cultivation base cannot prevail, the result can be imagined.
She thinks so, but other Jiantou disciples don't think so. In their opinion, Luo Feng's victory in the previous battle was completely lucky.
Now, this good luck is obviously over.
The swordsman who displays the sword intent is the real swordsman.
"Go ahead!"
Luo Feng's face was expressionless, his indifferent gaze in the eyes of the tall disciple was extremely provocative.
"Okay, pick me up, Qinghong is on the line!"
With a roar, the tall disciple’s gaze reached a certain point, his steps moved, people walked with the sword, and the sword edge pulled out a sharp blue trajectory, and instantly arrived in front of Luo Feng, looking from a distance, there were many on the platform A huge green rainbow came out, trying to penetrate Luo Feng.
"Cut!"
The Emperor Yan Potian Sword was unsheathed in an instant, and Luo Feng merged into the sword with a wave of momentum, holding the sword in one hand, and splitting it out.
Boom!
Thunder blasted, creaking and creaking in the void, the sound of sword intent shattering.
Oh?
The main gaze of the Nebula Sword shone slightly.
"How is it possible, his general power is comparable to my sword intent, and his realm is equal, why is he so powerful!"
The tall disciple was shocked, but didn't last long, because Xue Liang's sword light had completely wiped out the sword energy, and with an unstoppable force, he slashed here.
"It's impossible!" The tall warrior gritted his teeth, roared, and the true essence in his body was pushed to the limit, holding a sword in both hands, and cleaving a sword.
"Flying feathers blooming!"
Hey!
The sword slashed down, and a sword qi that resembled a blue wing rushed out, and the volley turned into countless cyan auras, pulling out a thin blue line in the void, and shot it out like the next There was a cyan rainstorm.
Bobobobobo...
The knife light broke into the cyan rainstorm, crushing it all the way to the tall disciples, and finally couldn't bear it, completely collapsed and disappeared.
"Yes, one more trick!"
Finally blocked Luo Feng's slash. Before the tall disciple could breathe a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly fell from the sky, and when he looked up, he was shocked.
From the moment he boarded the Wenjiantai, Luo Feng had no intention of hiding his strength. He was in mid-air, his figure shook, and the mighty waves of true essence spread out, and golden flames rose into the sky, covering a large area of the sky. , He stood in the golden flames, stepping down like a golden **** of war.
"Burning Heaven King Step!"
Boom...
As the footsteps pressed down, the air layer on the sword platform exploded, and the tall warrior felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, heavier and heavier, his legs trembled, and he was even a little unstable.
"Qinghong is on the line!"
Knowing that this blow was not trivial, the tall warrior's face was ruthless, and he desperately raised his sword intent to the limit, with a sword rising, the extremely condensed blue sword aura, with endless sharpness, rushed out.
Boom...
As soon as the two forces touched, the air on the sword stand immediately boiled like boiling water, vigorously shaking, and the ripples washed away.
Swipe!
Luo Feng's figure flashed, and his feet fell to the ground, steady as a rock.
At this moment, the whole question of the sword platform was silent, quiet and unbelievable.
Across from Luo Feng, the tall warrior still maintained the posture of rushing upwards with his sword.
It's just that his right leg was half-kneeled on the ground, his upper sleeves were completely shattered, the skin of his arms was cracked, blood ran out, and even blood flowed out of his mouth and nose, looking extremely embarrassed.
There is no doubt that Luo Feng will still win this battle!
"We lost again!"
"What's going on with Luo Feng, his general situation is obviously only the eight-fold realm, and the eight-fold sword intent of Senior Brother Gao, there is no resistance to his general situation."
"I can't understand either. Maybe it's because of his powerful sword skills."
"We have lost two consecutive defeats. If this continues, things are not good. Is it really going to let him enter the sword grave?"
"Where is this? Qin Li and their sword intent are not great. Among the silver sword ambassadors, they are only in the middle and lower ranks. Losing to Luo Feng is nothing. I want the Hundred Sword Master to allow him to enter the sword grave , He must at least defeat the upper silver swordsman to be possible. Otherwise, don't even think about it."
"Yes. Look, many of the brothers and sisters can't sit still anymore. As long as they take action, Luo Feng will end up."
"Didn't Yuan Kong have a festival with Luo Feng? Why doesn't he take action yet. I don't want to see Luo Feng being arrogant anymore."
The Jiantou disciples present were all talking about Luo Feng's two victories, but they were a little bit angry.
On the high bench.
"I didn't expect this Luo Feng to have some strength." A young Golden Sword ambassador standing with Mingfeng glanced at Luo Feng, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The Tsing Yi disciple next to him coldly snorted: "It is indeed a bit of strength, but it is nothing more than that. If he faces the upper silver sword envoy of the Uehara Sky level, he will only have a disastrous end."
At this moment, Mingfeng, who had not spoken, suddenly opened his eyes: "Lin Xiaofeng, you better not be too optimistic. His strength should be far more than that. Yuankong may not be able to defeat him."
The Tsing Yi disciple known as Lin Xiaofeng flicked his finger, looked at Luo Feng, and smiled slightly:
"Mingfeng, you too look at him too highly. You should also know that the upper silver sword envoy and the sword intent are already great. The strength and the lower silver sword envoy are completely different levels. His strength, put In the Silver Swordsman, at best, it can reach the middle level..."
On the other side of the auditorium.
The Huoyun sword master raised his eyebrows, his face turned into a charcoal because of his anger, he turned his head and hummed to a beautiful and cold temperament woman dressed in white:
"Feathering Sword Master, you disciples of Feathering Peak, you are really getting more and more unbearable! Even a worldly swordsman can do nothing."
The white-clothed woman is the peak master of Yuhua Peak, one of the hundred sword masters. The two Silver Sword Envoys who just lost to Luo Feng are all disciples of her peak.
Because of the successive defeats of the disciples in the seat, the Yuhua Sword Master was not in a good mood. Hearing the words of the Huoyun Sword Master, his face immediately became cold, and his voice was cold:
"Huoyun Sword Master, my disciple of Yuhuafeng, I don't need you to teach. You are so confident, why didn't you send your disciple to ask the sword stand? Could it be that you dare?"
The Huoyun Sword Master's eyes widened, and he immediately laughed: "My Huoyunfeng disciple, I am not afraid of the sky and the earth. I am not as timid as your disciples of Yuhuafeng."
The Feathered Sword Master took a sip of the spiritual tea, and said slowly: "Everyone can talk big."
The Huoyun Sword Master's face was angry, and turned his head to the original empty road:
"Yuan Kong, you go! Take a lesson to Luo Feng, remember, don't let the feather sword master down!"
Speaking of the back, Sword Master Huoyun glanced at Master Yuhua.
The Feathered Sword Master's face was slightly cold, but he didn't speak again.
"Yes!"
Yuan Kong stood up and glanced at Luo Feng with a sneer on his face.
Lin Yin was defeated in Luo Feng's hands before. The two Yuhuafeng disciples who fought against Luo Feng just now were equal in strength to Lin Yin. The defeat was taken for granted. He didn't feel any surprise about this.
The reason why he hasn't taken a shot up to now is the result of careful consideration. He wanted Luo Feng to be prestigious, and when he came to power, he would knock him off the altar in one fell swoop!
As the saying goes, the higher you stand~IndoMTL.com~, the harder you fall. To do so, one is to completely hit Luo Feng and make him humiliated in front of everyone.
Secondly, Yuan Kong wanted to prove to Mingfeng who looked down on him, his fire lotus sword intent!
"Mingfeng, take a good look! My fire lotus sword intent will one day surpass your great sun sword intent."
Yuan Kong glanced at Mingfeng in the distance, and secretly clenched his fists.
Taking a deep breath, Yuan Sora retracted his gaze, preparing to board the sword platform.
At this moment, a figure took the lead and appeared on the sword platform. It was an eight-fold pinnacle warrior of the True Origin Realm. The air was torn where it passed, and the sword power revealed on his body was extremely domineering.
"This person's sword intent has been achieved!"
Luo Feng raised his brow as he looked at the visitor.
After the previous two battles, the disciples of the sword tomb who were watching the battle calmed down a lot, paying close attention to the two facing each other on the sword stand.