Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 3083: Reality, Sword Tomb deceased!
"Budo Overlord ()"
"The identity of the king is really easy to use!"
Above the flowing clouds, Luo Feng said to himself like electricity.
There are ants under the king. This sentence is not just talking, it represents the honorable status of the king, just like he showed the sword spirit level sword intent, and the disciple of the Northern Flame Sect who was still proud before. They all bow their heads!
The king is the existence that stands tall in the clouds and makes countless people look up!
Hey!
The figure flickered, and before long, Luo Feng landed on the cliff where Ziling was hiding.
Next to a bluestone, Ziling sits on the ground, with her delicate face resting on her hands, breathing evenly.
Luo Feng frowned slightly when he saw this.
It may have been chased and killed by the Tianyin Witch before, fleeing desperately, or other reasons. In the past two days, Ziling fell asleep for longer and longer.
It seems that as the Red Moon Fairy said, no matter what she does or not, Zi Ling will awaken step by step. It is only a matter of time.
The reality is sometimes so cruel.
It seems to give you countless choices, but the only choice is already doomed.
With a sigh, Luo Feng took out a leather jacket, covered it with Ziling, and sat cross-legged beside him, and took out a Feng Yuan bead that sealed the medium-sized Yuan spirit vein from the storage ring.
Large-scale spiritual veins are unacceptable, and the existing large-scale spiritual veins are all occupied by major forces. To obtain them, it is difficult for Luo Feng today to reach the sky.
Luo Feng has already planned to collect as many medium-sized soul veins as possible later.
One hundred medium-sized soul veins are equivalent to one dragon vein. They seem to be more difficult to collect. In terms of difficulty, collecting medium-sized soul veins is actually easier.
Close his eyes, Luo Feng ran the Nine Transformations of Shenlong and the Eighth Transformation of Humans, and began to refine the medium-sized Yuan Lingmai.
Soon, Zi Ling woke up slowly, Luo Feng stopped his practice, took Zi Ling, continued on the road, and flew towards the direction of the sword tomb.
Beicang Mountain is not too far from the Sword Tomb. The two stopped and walked for a day and night, and they were already less than a thousand miles away from the Sword Tomb.
At this time, the tyrannical aura around him gradually increased, and Luo Feng even saw two holy land geniuses who were on the list in the Venerable Conference.
The two walked in a hurry, with a murderous look on them.
Luo Feng is not so surprised by this. Although the location of the sword tomb is within the territory of a hundred countries, it is not too far away from West Desert.
Now that the Meteor Dragon Mountain Covenant has been torn up, small frictions erupted at any time between the Demon Sect of West Desert and the Nine Great Sacred Lands. In the past few years, several battles were fought.
Not wanting to attract the attention of others, Luo Feng condensed his breath, looking like just a swordsman looking for ordinary.
It was only a few hundred miles away from the Sword Tomb.
Luo Feng discovered that traces of great wars could be seen everywhere, and some traces, even left by strong people beyond the realm of distraction, were likely to be the battle of the king.
This made him vigilant. You must know that the Sword Tomb, as a hidden power, was also a former overlord, independent of the world, and its profound background made both the Nine Great Sacred Sites and the Demon Sect of West Desert give three The thin face, here, used to be the only pure land in this chaotic land.
Thinking that Jian Tomb was fighting Tianyinzong because of him, Luo Feng took a breath and accelerated.
It didn't take long.
When passing a barren stone forest.
Boom!
In the stone forest ahead, a huge roar suddenly sounded, causing the earth to vibrate violently.
"Huh?"
Luo Feng raised his brows, his soul power was released, and he immediately noticed that thirty miles away, there was a group of people in a big battle, and one of them was still his acquaintance.
Thirty miles away.
Seven disciples of the Sword Tomb were surrounded by a dozen disciples of the Blood Demon Sect.
Seven disciples of the Sword Tomb, three of them are sword tomb golden sword ambassadors, whose cultivation bases are all in the Divine Realm, and the remaining four are silver sword ambassadors, with slightly lower cultivation bases!
The besieged disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, their cultivation bases are all above the Yuanhai realm. Among them, there are as many as five who are strong in the Divine Realm. They are the first one, full of blood and vitality, and turned into a thick blood. Yan, his whole body is constantly changing, the jackal, tiger and leopard, with fake and real, turned out to be an extremely powerful man in the realm of true meaning!
A group of Blood Demon Sect disciples killed seven Sword Tomb disciples, and they retreat steadily. The Sword Tomb disciples leaned on the sword formation, which temporarily supported it, but the sword light emitted by the sword formation was in the true meaning of the gods. Under the fierce attack, it was already crumbling and would be broken at any time.
"Haha, see how long you can last. When the sword is broken, I want you to survive and die!"
The true meaning grade powerhouse of the gods, while fiercely attacking, looked at the four women in the sword formation with a pair of eyes, and laughed lustfully.
"Sister Fengfeng..."
A female disciple of Sword Tomb in Yuanhai Realm, her face pale, her pretty face full of fear.
Jiang Fengfeng is one of the three Golden Sword Envoys of the Divine Realm. She pursed the corners of her lips, her willow eyebrows are erected, while running the sword formation, she said:
"Don't be afraid! There should be rescue soon. If...in case the sword formation is broken, you will go first and the three of us will stop them."
"Hahaha, in front of my Blood Flame Demon, do you still want to go? Where do you want to go! The ghost is scary!"
Blood Flame Demon will sneer cruelly, a terrifying brilliance erupted in his eyes, and he pressed his palm.
Suddenly, the blood inflammation was surging, and there was the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling in the void. The blood inflammation exuding a strong evil spirit turned into a torrent of ghosts and shadows, swooping down~IndoMTL.com~Boom!
A torrent of ghosts hit the sword formation fiercely. Suddenly, Jiang Fengfeng's body was shaken, a small mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, and the sword formation was also tottering!
She is only in the middle stage of the Divine Realm. To support such a sword formation and resist a strong person in the realm of God Realm, she is extremely reluctant.
"Haha, break it!"
Other disciples of the Blood Demon Sect found that the sword formation had reached the limit, and immediately launched an offensive with all their strength.
With a few breaths, he hit the sword formation.
With a bang, the sword array burst into pieces immediately, and the seven disciples of the sword tomb retreated in embarrassment.
"You go, we will break."
Jiang Fengfeng waved his long sword, with a shock of sword energy, directly beheading a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect who charged up.
"Huh!"
A disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, who is also in the middle stage of the Distraction Realm, snorted and fisted.
In the peak state, Jiang Fengfeng would naturally not be afraid to face a warrior of the same level, but now she was injured, with 10% combat strength, only 60% to 70% left, and she was directly spitting blood back with a punch.
"Come here!"
Jiang Fengfeng has a gorgeous appearance and a strong mid-level of distraction. This disciple of the Blood Demon Sect has no intention of killing him. He has evil light in his eyes and a big hand, trying to capture him.
At this time.
Hey!
A sword energy passed by, and was about to capture Jiang Fengfeng’s Blood Demon Sect disciple, he felt that the world was beginning to turn upside down, standing beside him, but without a head...
This incident shocked everyone present.
Swipe!
Two silhouettes landed in the middle of the battlefield. On the left was a beautiful girl in purple. The skirt was slightly swayed, and her eyebrows were lightly frowned. Between those delicate eyebrows and glances, there was the charm of overwhelming sentient beings.
Beside her, there is a swordsman in black, who stands tall and wears a mask, with a long sword in his hand, blooming with cold light.