Chapter 121

Hearing the noise around him, Wu Feng's eyes were more murderous. He had heard before that most of these formal disciples were children of aristocratic families and belonged to the first-class dandy. They were only lucky to have spiritual bones before they were elected to Huayang sect.

Although it has the strength to attract Qi, there are not many Chengfu, which can not be compared with those sect giants met by Wu Feng. In addition, the cultivation is boring. On weekdays, they either flirt with maidservants or play around. They are eager to make something happen. Coupled with their innate sense of superiority, these people treat the factotum disciples and servants as livestock.

"Die!"

The young man's face showed a ferocious color, roared, suddenly opened his mouth and vomited, a dark purple light flew out, and the sharp cold was close to Wu Feng's throat.

A flash of anger flashed in Wu Feng's eyes, and his men didn't show mercy any more. His other hand quickly took out the golden bowl, resisted it in front of him, and said something in his mouth. A moment later, a surge of spiritual power rushed out of the palm of his hand and condensed into a sharp water blue sword.

Poof!

With a roar of the sword, he stabbed the young man in the chest!

All this happened in an instant. The young man's dark purple light hit the gold bowl, rubbed a aura Light Band, and revealed his body. It was actually a flying knife with small fingers, carved a ferocious animal head on the handle.

Seeing that the magic weapon was resisted, the young man's face changed slightly. Although he was used to being arrogant and dandy, he still had a lot of tricks under the influence of the family environment all the year round. He immediately knew that Wu Feng was different. His figure flashed like a flash of light and shadow, so he quickly withdrew seven or eight feet away, opened the distance between the two, and skillfully avoided the water blue sword.

The people around were surprised. Unexpectedly, Wu Feng was able to take over the young man's attack. What's more, as a factotum disciple, Wu Feng dared to fight back at the young man, and he still fought back with a tooth for a tooth, killing for killing!

You know, even if Wu Feng really killed the young man, he must die later.

The young man was forced back by Wu Feng in public. His face was greatly lost. His face became very ferocious. He said darkly, "if I don't kill you today, I won't be Xie!" he just pinched a strange formula in his hand, and his lips wriggled. A moment later, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and the air seemed to be dyed. A piece of red air gathered behind the young man and faintly turned into a huge sword.

"Nine Yang Sutra, two Yang divine sword!"

The young man drank violently and raised his hand to Wu Feng.

The red light behind him suddenly shrunk and condensed into a huge red sword of about three feet, which fell to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed and flashed a sharp cold light. The golden bowl in his hand quickly floated out. A mass of golden light lit up in the bowl, and many symbol engravings lit up from the golden bowl. A moment later, the golden bowl suddenly became larger and covered Wu Feng inside.

Bang!

The red giant sword fell, and the turbulent air seemed to break the air. The clothes and hair of the people watching around were blown disorderly.

The sword light fell on the golden bowl. The whole earth seemed to be pressed down by great force and sank slightly. If the floor of Guangdao hall were not built of ordinary stones, it would have sunk into a big pit at the moment.

The giant sword did not break the golden bowl, nor even left a trace on it. As the giant sword was pushed away by the earthquake, the golden bowl suddenly opened and ten true water swords jumped out of it.

The real water sword shot out and immediately dispersed and hanged the young man in different directions.

The young man's face changed greatly and hurriedly stretched out his hand to press the jade pendant around his waist.

A silver light suddenly lit up on the jade pendant, which seemed to flow a lot of aura. It flew into the air and covered it with an almost transparent shield.

Bang Bang

Ten true water swords burst out and hit the transparent shield, stirring up layers of ripples. After the ten true water swords broke up, the shield was removed. The young man was about to cast a spell and suddenly heard a "click".

He looked down and saw a crack on the jade pendant.

The young man's face changed slightly. Then he really realized how terrible the power of the ten real water swords just now. The jade pendant was a top-grade magic weapon specially bought by his father. Although it barely reached the top-grade level, it was still very precious. He resisted many assassinations and sneak attacks for him. Unexpectedly, it broke in Wu Feng's hand today.

Boom~~

Just then, the whole sky was dark.

All the disciples in Guangdao hall, including the young man, looked up in surprise and found that the sky was still clear at the moment before. I don't know when it rolled and gathered large black clouds. Ferocious lightning split through it, as if it was going to tear up the world!

"Lingyu, become a sword!"

Wu Feng just pinched his fingering and stared at the young man coldly. This is the power behind the fourth layer of Lingyu formula.

Although this Lingyu formula can be used to irrigate the spiritual field, it has not weak lethality. When it reaches the third layer, it can summon a tornado storm. If it is effortless to lift dozens of giant ships at sea, even if the strong Qi inducing environment has a body protecting spirit shield, it will be broken by the strong twisting force of the tornado.

When you reach the fourth floor, the rain turns into a sword!

As Wu Feng raised his hand and beckoned, pattering rain fell slowly in the sky. Each drop of rain contains a light cyan smell.

"Ning!" when Wu Feng spits out the last word, these continuous drizzles suddenly condense and turn into a sharp blade like a silk thread.

Wu Feng stared at the young man with a flash of cold light in his eyes. All the sword wires galloped towards him and rushed madly from all directions.

The young man was so frightened that he quickly opened the jade pendant.

The transparent energy cover shrouded his body, and a large number of ripples appeared under the scouring of countless raindrops. After a moment, it cracked into fine cracks.

On the body of the young man's jade pendant, the small crack also gradually grew larger.

Seeing this, the young man's face was shocked and his eyes showed fear. He said to Wu Fenglian, "stop! Stop!! are you crazy? I'm a formal disciple. Kill me and you'll die!"

Wu Feng stared at him coldly and didn't mean to stop.

The other disciples around looked stunned. Unexpectedly, Wu Feng, a worker disciple, had such strong power and dared to kill formal disciples... Is he crazy?

The people who were still angry and coaxed quietly stepped back and deliberately avoided the muddy water.

There is one kind of person in the world who is the most terrible.

That's crazy!

Nobody dares to provoke!

The rain gathered on the young man's jade shield. A moment later, the crack on the shield suddenly loosened and the whole shield collapsed.

The jade pendant on his waist cracked in two and fell to the ground.

The young man's heart also sank into the ice cave.

The cold light in Wu Feng's eyes flashed and he was about to cast a spell. At this time, an old voice sounded from his heart: "young man, don't be too murderous."

Just a few words, he interrupted the output of his spiritual power.

Wu Feng's body was like being hit hard. He just felt that his spiritual power was suddenly stifled, and he could no longer maintain the formula of Lingyu method. His pupils narrowed slightly, showing a look of horror. He hurried around and suddenly saw an old man in a gray robe around the young man.

When the dark clouds dissipated, the people around also reacted, and someone immediately exclaimed, "it's the escort!"

Everyone looked at the old man in grey.

The young man also reacted at the moment. He immediately saw the old man in gray clothes around him. His eyes showed a trace of excitement. He hurriedly said, "senior, is it the guard? This, this beast wants to kill me!" then he immediately raised his hand and pointed to Wu Feng, his eyes full of malice and pride.

Hearing the speech, the others looked at Wu Feng, with a sneer and interest in their eyes, as if they were waiting to see his punishment.

Pop!

Suddenly, a clear sound pulled everyone's eyes to the young man, and showed an incredible color.

There was a bright red palm print on the young man's face, and the figurine of this masterpiece was the old man in gray next to him.