Chapter 657

The whole street, Xiao Yun on the other side, Luo Feng on the other side is calm.

The heavy atmosphere filled the whole street. The feeling of wind and rain made the nearby martial artists slow down their breathing.

Xiao Yun's eyebrows were slightly heavy. He thought he could use his momentum to make Luo Feng look ugly. He didn't expect that the other side would not move at all.

A flash of cold light in his eyes, the cold wind swept around Xiao Yun, and layers of ice appeared on his right palm.

"Broken cold palm!"

Xiao Yun's right palm turned into a white light, with a strong chill, extending straight to Luofeng.

Whoo!

The cold wind suddenly became ten times stronger, forcing the nearby warrior to squint his eyes involuntarily. His heart was appalling.

"What a fierce cold power. It's the broken cold palm of Tianjian hall. It's a medium-class martial art of Xuan level!" Some people were surprised.

Click, click

The ground at the foot of Luofeng is frozen with a layer of black ice, and the air seems to be gradually solidified.

With a cold smile, Luofeng's vitality is surging, and the soles of his feet are exerting force, which is like a real shock wave, spreading out, like ice and snow encountering the hot sun. The cold palms nearby are breaking down one after another.

"Back to the wind!"

A low drink, Luo Feng a fist to Xiao Yun.

In the void, the thick fire fist power swept out.

After the cultivation was improved, the power of Bahuang Bayan fist of Luofeng went up to a higher level. At this moment, when it was used, the power burst continuously. The hot fist power made the air nearby seem to be boiling.

Boom!

Two distinct forces meet in the mid air. In the loud sound, the sound of ice crystal breaking sounds one after another.

Xiao Yun's eyes were shocked. For the first time, he saw such a fierce fist power. He took the four cultivation of his spirit turning environment as his goal and fell into the downwind.

"Go away!"

Yan guangdasheng, Luo Feng's momentum reached its peak, and he punched Xiao Yun in the right palm.

Bang!

The heat wave swept, the ice burst, the crispy sound, Xiao Yun figure back, the corner of the mouth bleeding blood, the clothes on the right arm, become tattered.

Hiss!

There was a sound of inspiration in the street. The nearby warrior looked at Luo Feng and his eyes were shocked.

"Face to face, Luo Feng is even better! It's incredible. "

"Xiao Yun is one of the four martial arts in the spirit whirling realm, and his accomplishments must be above Luofeng. Just on the realm of martial arts, he is far inferior to Luofeng. "

"However, Xiao Yun is known as" stone sword ". His most powerful is sword technique. It's not going to be as full as it can be. "

Seeing Xiao Yun pushed back by Luo Feng, there was an exclamation in the street.

A restaurant on the left side of the street.

On the second floor, near the window, a white faced swordsman looked down, put down his wine glass, and slightly raised his lips: "I can defeat Xiao Yun's broken cold palm. It seems that this man's Bahuang Bayan fist is complete. This person has the value of letting me fight... "

"Senior brother Xiao Yun!"

Yi Wuxue and Xie Xuantong see Xiao Yun beaten back. They are shocked and lose color. They hurry up to help each other.

"I'm fine!"

Xiao Yun pushes them away, looks sullen, and stares at Luo Feng with cold eyes.

He even suffered losses in the hands of a younger generation, and the cultivation of the other side is still under his own, which made him very angry.

Luo Feng looked at Xiao Yun calmly and said lightly: "now it's gone from my eyes. I'll let you go."

"Hahahaha Let me go! I'm afraid you don't have the skill! "

Xiao Yun laughed angrily and shook his right hand.

Clang!

In the light chanting sound, a sharp sword appeared in Xiao Yun's hand, squinting at Luo Feng and coldly saying: "you can't leave today!"

Xie Xuantong took a look at Luo Feng, and there was a trace of complexity in his eyes. He said to him, "elder martial brother, let this matter go. There's no need to make a big move."

Seeing with his own eyes that Luofeng has gone from being a nobody to today, Xie Xuantong can't see Luofeng more and more. He always feels that Luofeng's strength is not so simple.

"Xie Xuantong, are you still from Chongyue university? How dare you be so timid! Luofeng is so arrogant. If we don't teach him a lesson today, we will pay more attention to Yueh college in the future. What's our prestige! "

Xiao Yun glared at Xie Xuantong and snorted coldly.

"But..."

Xie Xuantong frowned slightly and wanted to say something. Xiao Yun waved and interrupted, "don't worry about this. I'll teach him myself."

Voice down, Xiao Yun figure swept out, as fast as lightning to Luo Feng.

"Cut!"

In the middle of the sky, Xiao Yun holds his sword in both hands, and raises it high. The Yellow sword rises up in the sky and cuts towards Luo Feng.

Hiss! Sneer! Sneer!

The sharp sound of breaking the sky rings, and three swords Gang cover Luo Feng.

These three swords are in the shape of goods. They are as heavy as mountains. They are so oppressed that the air flow around them surges wildly. It seems that they will tear up this space.

Ye Siyi's eyebrow is slightly wrinkled, and Xiao Yun's Fengyun pan mountain sword technique of Tianjian temple is characterized by strong momentum, which is exerted by Xiao Yunling's four cultivation of whirling environment. There is a fierce momentum of mountain collapse and ground fissure. She is not under the sword, and her heart is full of a heavy feeling.

In the face of three swords Gang, Luo Feng's face is expressionless, his whole body is full of vitality, and his momentum rises abruptly. He blows three fists in a row.

Boom boom!

The fierce boxing Gang seems to be out at the same time, hitting the weak points of the three swords Gang respectively.

Crackling!

As if the sound of jade breaking sounded, the sword Gang twisted for a while, then it suddenly broke and disappeared without trace.

Xiao Yun's face was startled, and he immediately bit his teeth and said, "I see you can stop me! Thousands of mountains are changing! "

The figure is one, Xiao Yun rises from the ground, the sword edge shakes, countless sharp swords fall from the sky.

"Ah! It's the Fengyun mountain sword of Tianjian temple! "

"This sword doesn't divide the enemy and me. Under the sword's power, nothing grows. Run!"

"Run!"

The shouts of surprise were heard, and the fighters who were close to them were back and forth. The people watching the bustling buildings on both sides of the street broke through the windows immediately for fear of being affected by the sword.

Brush!

Luo Feng urged Teng long step with all his strength, and ten air dragons writhed around him. The whole person seemed to be a swimming fish, appearing tens of meters away in a flash.

Next moment!

Boom, boom, boom

It's like thunder in summer. The sound is loud one after another. The whole street is shaking violently. Every sword Qi falls, and there is a big pit on the ground. For a moment, Luo Feng's location just now, the 100 meter round ground becomes totally different, and the ground is half a meter lower than before!

Boom!

In the eyes of all the people, a three story building on the right side of the street shook and collapsed.

"The martial arts of the golden palace are really powerful." Luo Feng patted the gravel off his body. Even if he made full use of the Dragon steps, he could not completely escape from the sword atmosphere.

Xiao Yun looks at Luo Feng, who is unharmed. His face is gloomy. "You are qualified to let me exert all my strength!"

When the voice fell, Xiao Yun burst out a bright yellow glow all over his body, which became more and more intense. At last, he extended to the void along the edge of the sword, which was more than ten Zhangs. His sharp Qi stimulated the nearby warrior, and his pores were slightly cold.

"Clouds rise on the mountain!"

After a big drink, a sense of nothingness was integrated into Xiao Yun's sword. The bright sword light was transformed into a mountain shape shadow and suppressed.

Boom

The unreal mountain shadows are stacked layer by layer, as heavy as a mountain. The air in front of them is squeezed violently, rippling like water waves. The ground below is cracked inch by inch.

Gulong!

There was a sound of swallowing saliva in the street. Some lower martial artists were scared to sit on the ground and sigh in the bottom of their hearts. Who can stop the sword!

"Cut!"

At this time, Luo Feng finally put out his hand and stood up his palm as a knife. His whole body energy ran to the limit, and the void was cut off.

Poop!

A thick blade is surging up against the sky, twisting and changing, as if weaving into a thunder king in the void. The sharp Qi is unstoppable.

Boom!

In the astonished eyes of all the people, the sword Qi severely cut the sword Gang, and in an instant, it defeated the artistic conception of Qianshan Mountain, so that the sword Gang could not move forward any more.

"Impossible!"

Xiao Yun is ready to crack his eyes. The Fengyun pan mountain sword with 10% strength is enough to threaten the four armed forces in the spirit circle. He can't understand why Luo Feng can stop it.

The ferocity flashed in his eyes. Xiao Yun's remaining energy surged wildly. He was ready to fight hard to defeat Luo Feng.

At the critical moment, Luo Feng's eyes suddenly sharpened and he shot again.

"Golden and Black Sun cutting!"

Whoo!

The hot breath swept the whole street, and the bright golden light condensed into a golden sun behind Luofeng, shining.

With the blessing of Jinyang, Luofeng's momentum suddenly rose and his right palm was cut off.

Card wipe!

The dazzling light of the sword rises from the sky, the calm air boils completely, and the light of the sword cuts the shadow of the mountain.

Poop!

The vigorous Qi of the body protector is broken and the blood light splashes.

Xiao Yun's long sword flies out of his hand, spits blood and pours it out, smashes into a building wall, and falls to the ground like a broken sack. He doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

There was a knife mark more than a foot long on his chest.

"Senior brother!"

Yi Wuxue and Xie Xuantong rush out, pick up Xiao Yun, and feel that the other side still has breath. Then they are relieved. Looking at Luo Feng, they are shocked.

"Tell him I will spare his life today. If there is another time, the consequences will not be so simple."

Luo Feng lightly said a sentence, calm tone, but let Yi Wuxue and Xie Xuantong two people, involuntarily swallowed saliva.

Ye Siyi looks at Luo Feng in a daze, knowing that he is very strong, and still has a sense of shock in his heart. Judging from that Dao just now, compared with last night's Jin Wu Da Mie Dao of Luofeng, it is more advanced. What a terrible insight!

Turning around, Luo Feng said to Ye Siyi, "Ye Siyi, let's go."

"Well."

Ye Siyi wakes up from shock. Mei Mou takes a deep look at Luo Feng and nods slightly.

Two people walk toward the city gate direction, the martial arts who block the road, make way of the road automatically.

Luo Feng and ye Siyi disappeared for a long time. There was still no sound in the street. Everyone was still immersed in the shock of the first world war just now.

"Too strong!"

At last, a young warrior was amazed.

"Yes, I even stepped over the challenge and defeated Xiao Yun. Luofeng deserves to be the number one champion this year, and its potential is not lost to lingqingwu. "

"Two months later, Luo Feng and Yi Tian will have a good match..."

There was a lot of discussion and heated discussion about the first world war just now.

In a restaurant next to the street.

A white faced swordsman, looking at the back of Luo Feng and ye Siyi, raised his eyebrows and raised his lips with a sneer.