Chapter 901

"Sure enough, the ordinary spirit whirling realm's seven late warriors can't threaten me. I'm afraid that the seven peak martial artists in the spirit spinning environment are not enough to see... "

Glancing at the body of the young swordsman, an idea flashed through Luo Feng's mind.

Since his cultivation broke through the late stage of the seven aspects of spiritual rotation, this is the first battle in his real sense. The seven aspects of spiritual rotation that he had never been able to reach before are no longer opponents.

Two moves!

Captain Liu and another lean warrior, looking at Luo Feng, took a deep breath involuntarily.

Although the young swordsman is self-confident, his strength is not to be underestimated. He is a late martial artist of seven aspects of spirit whirling environment. His swordsmanship and lightness skill level are not low. Otherwise, he will not be selected to participate in this task.

Both of them did not expect that the young swordsman would be killed by one blow without any resistance.

"This kid is not easy. Let's go together. Don't be careless!"

"Good!"

Captain Liu and the lean warrior flash in the air from left to right, killing Luo Feng at the same time.

"Wan'er, you don't have to fight."

Luo Feng whispered a word, step on the ground, figure flashing, swish, to the two people.

Yang Wan'er, with a simple wave of her hand, gathered her golden flame and feather clothes, and stood in the same place without any intention of making a move.

After watching the World War I between Luofeng and Lin Hongyi, she knew that the ordinary seven level psionic environment warriors were far from Luofeng's opponents. Even the seven level psionic environment warriors could not defeat as many as they came.

"Die! Big sun and mountains! "

"Snake out of hole!"

When Captain Liu saw that Luo Feng looked down on people like this, his face became more and more gloomy. First of all, he let out his hand. With a roar, his whole body was full of vitality. He held his hands in a virtual embrace and turned them into a huge fireball. The temperature of the fireball was extremely high. There were clusters of red flames around, which made the surrounding air violently twisted.

The lean and lean warrior then moves. The green sword in his hand shakes rapidly. A huge green snake sword Qi shoots out. The green snake opens its mouth, and the letter is filled with uncertainty. His fangs are sharp.

The martial arts of the two men, one firm and one soft, are combined. Their power is amazing. From a distance, they look like a blue python. They collide with Luofeng in a red hot sun.

"Well matched."

Luo Feng's eyes narrowed, his speed didn't decrease, his body slightly shook, and his back was empty. Twelve heavenly Fire King's arms appeared, and his fist strength was twisted into one, which was just the merciless way in the fist of heavenly fire king.

Boom!

Red fist Gang smashed into the blue python, and the terrible power broke out. The huge head of the blue Python exploded and sparked thousands of sparks.

"No! Hurry back! "

Yuan snake's sword Qi was so easily broken. He felt the terrible explosive force contained in the fist gang. Captain Liu's face changed greatly. He suddenly pushed forward with his hands in his arms, and a huge red fireball blocked him.

Boom!

Red fist vigorous flash in red fireball, a dull ring, a hundred meters around the space for a slight shock.

Card wipe!

The red fireball was squeezed into a sharp depression. Captain Liu's arms made a continuous sound of bone breaking, shouting and shooting backwards.

However, the lean warrior was engulfed by the coming waves before he returned to his senses. He was blasted to tens of meters high and spewed out a lot of blood, including many viscera and meat, which fell to the ground like onion. His body and neck were 90 degrees.

Run!

The mask on captain Liu's face had already been smashed, showing a rough and crazy face. His right arm was hanging beside him, which was obviously useless. Seeing that Luo Feng killed the lean warrior, he didn't want to think about it, and his figure swept out. He is not the enemy of the other side's move when he and the lean warrior fight together. There is no doubt that he will die!

Luo Feng shakes his head. Since the other side wants to get rid of him and Yang Wan'er quickly, it can't leave this disaster.

Whoosh!

In a flash, Luo Feng chased Liu.

"Boy, forgive and forgive, don't do too much!"

Captain Liu saw Luo Feng coming and was scared to death. He knew that Luo Feng's strength was not something he could resist. He shouted.

Luo Feng sneered, a little sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and was ready to kill each other.

One wave is not flat, another is rising.

Luo Feng looked up and noticed that a very strong breath was coming over here.

In the distance, the sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded. Two figures, penetrating the clouds, came to this side like the wind galloping and electric engine.

"Old Zhou Yuan! Help me

When he saw the visitor, Captain Liu was very pleased and opened his mouth to call for help.

A few miles away, a dry old man in a long gray shirt and a middle-aged warrior appeared. When they saw captain Liu and Luo Feng, who was after him, their faces were heavy.

Luo Feng's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. He didn't expect that at this time, someone would appear again, and the two people's breath was not weak, especially the old man in grey in front, which made him feel a little bit frightened. He must be the eight martial arts in the spirit environment.

"Kill one first!"

In his eyes, Luo Feng's speed suddenly increased.

"Old Zhou, help me!" Captain Liu lost his colour in horror and let out a desperate roar.

"Dare you!"

Seeing that Luo Feng was about to start, the old man in grey clothes sounded like a thunderbolt, which blew up in the middle of the sky and scattered a large area of clouds.

"Death!"

Luo Feng was indifferent, and directly shot out.

Poop!

When he was in the middle of the air, Captain Liu was squeezed and deformed by the fist Gang, and a lot of blood came out of his mouth, and his body fell down like a sack.

"Boy, die for me!"

The old man in grey was furious and roaring. At a distance of two or three kilometers, he pressed his right palm in the void. Suddenly, a gray palm print with a cold smell broke the air attack.

"The eight early warriors in the spirit circle realm!"

Luo Feng's eyes flashed, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart. The twelve heavenly fire arms appeared again behind him.

"Domineering for thousands of years!"

Bang!

All around, the vitality is boiling. The fierce fist Gang compresses the air into a condensed semicircle hood, which collides with the gray handprint and bursts in two.

Brush!

Luo Feng's chest was full of Qi and blood, and his figure retreated more than ten steps back. Only then did he stabilize his body. The strength of the person who came here was even stronger than he thought. This Zhou Yuan old man, I'm afraid, is close to the mid-term of the eight aspects of spiritual environment.

He was surprised at the bottom of his heart, but he didn't know. The old man in grey was even more surprised at the bottom of his heart.

The cultivation realm of the old man in grey clothes is only one step away from the middle of the eight phases of lingxuan realm. Although the power has been wiped out by 40-50% just now, even so, it is enough to kill the seven peak martial artists in lingxuan realm. But I didn't expect that I would be resisted by a martial artist in the late stage of the seventh level of spiritual circle. He would not believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes.

"Zhou Yuanlao, just now he used the king of fire fist in the exquisite hall. If I'm not wrong, this person should be Luofeng in Linglong hall. " Said the middle-aged warrior who followed the old man in grey.

The old man in grey nodded, his eyes were sinister:

"this young man was able to block my palm. It's really unusual. It's said that he had a very close relationship with Waner, qianjinyang of Dayang mansion. He can't grow up. Otherwise, it would be bad for our Tianwei business. Today, he will fall here."

"Yes!"

"How are you, my husband?"

Yang Waner catches up and worries.

Luo Feng spits out a mouthful of turbid gas, shakes his head, looks at the person coming, and says:

"I'm ok. Be careful. There are eight kinds of martial arts in the spiritual circle. "

"Let's get out of here before we make plans."

Yang Wan'er also realized that people are not simple. They are afraid that they are difficult to fight each other. There is a trace of dignification in the beautiful eyes. She suggested to Luo Feng.

"I'm afraid it's too late."

Luo Feng raised his head and said in a low voice, "don't worry, I have everything."

Yang Wan'er's eyes were slightly stunned, and she glanced at Luo Feng. In her field of vision, Luo Feng, who was dressed in a green cloud robe, was like a steep and dangerous peak. She pulled out the ground a thousand feet. Her small body gave people a heavy and stable feeling like a mountain. It seemed that she could not shake half a point in any storm.

"Well."

The tempting red lips are light, Yang Waner nods gently, and her eyes are full of strange luster.

Brush!

Brush!

The speed of visitors is very fast, thousands of meters away, but several blinks of an eye.

The old man in grey glanced at the corpse in the distance, raised his head, a pair of turbid eyes, revealing sharp points like needles, as if looking at the dead, staring at Luo Feng, coldly saying:

"you are the first to dare to kill in front of my Zhou Xian."