Chapter 1100

"I don't believe Luofeng can't rush out!"

The eyes are firm, Luo Feng's figure disappears in a flash and continues to fly forward.

"Domineering for thousands of years!"

Not far away, several disciples of the blood devil sect appeared, and Luo Feng didn't speak. He rushed out with a fierce fist and glare.

These disciples of the demon sect are all under the eight fold cultivation of the spirit rotation realm. They have no resistance in the face of the powerful fist power of the king of fire. Their bodies are torn apart, and they don't even have the time to activate the blood clotting thunderbolt bullet.

Whoosh!

With a wave of his hand, he wiped out the wealth of these disciples of the demon sect. Luo Feng's speed did not decrease. He flied over the bodies of several disciples of the blood demon sect, and his eyes were on the center, mang Bilu.

His idea is very simple, since there is no way to go, it can only kill a blood way!

On the way, Luo Feng killed more than 100 blood devil brothers.

This fight made him feel that his martial arts cultivation was becoming more and more profound, and the power of Xia Lei's heaven falling Dao was increased by some points.

"Real combat is really the best practice. If there are no magic generals, I'm not in a hurry to leave here."

Feeling the improvement of strength, Luo Feng flashed an idea in his mind.

According to this speed of progress, it should not be long before he can begin to practice the third "autumn wind soul breaking Sabre" of the four elephant limitless sabre.

If anyone knew Luo Feng's thoughts at the moment, he would be speechless with horror. Falling into a siege, life and death, it's good for people to keep calm, and even have the mind of cultivation.

Yeah?

When he was running fast, Luo Feng suddenly stopped and looked forward.

Thousands of meters away, there are many people's breath. It seems that someone is fighting. The sound is dull like thunder. You can hear it here. It seems that the strength of both sides is not simple.

Luo Feng was going to take a detour, but on second thought, if he could get to know an expert and break through the siege together, the chance would be much greater.

"Go and have a look..."

Make a decision, Luo Feng spread the sky and clouds step, skimming out, quietly approaching to the direction of the movement.

……

In the desert, a fight is taking place.

Twenty or thirty disciples of the blood devil sect surrounded a beautiful young man in blue. On the desert, the bodies of several disciples of the blood devil sect poured out, and the blood flowed freely.

"Yue Haitang, you know our blood devil sect is here to encircle Luofeng. How dare you kill here. Say, you ask about Luo Feng everywhere. What are the intentions? "

An old man in a black gilt dress with narrow and cold eyes stands in the middle of the air. His body fluctuates with the air flow and looks at the young beauty in the encirclement coldly.

Next to the old man, there was a man who was the one armed warrior who had told Luo Feng about his whereabouts to Yue Haitang.

Yue Haitang holds a sword, looks at the one armed warrior with frost on his face, and says coldly, "I should have killed you with one sword at that time!"

He was not a murderous man. At that time, he was worried about Luofeng's safety, so he saved his life as a one armed warrior, but unexpectedly left a disaster.

In the face of the sharp eyes of yuehaitang, the one armed warrior's face is slightly stiff. Suddenly he waves his hand, and the way of Yin measurement is:

"yuehaitang, this moment and that moment, now you are just a turtle in a jar, there is no qualification for you to be arrogant here."

The one armed martial arts are full of self-confidence. The people here are all outstanding disciples of the blood devil sect. Their accomplishments are all above the seven aspects of the spirit whirling environment. Especially the elder in black, who is the elder of the outer sect, is an old qualified spirit whirling environment martial arts player. Their accomplishments reach the late stage of the nine aspects of the spirit whirling environment.

In his opinion, to kill the Begonia, it's enough to have an old man in black.

"Begonia of the moon! How could he be here... "

A figure appeared in the nearby sand dune. It was Luofeng. At the same time, he was a little surprised. He didn't see it for a few months. The Begonia was already a medium-term warrior in lingxuanjing!

On second thought, Luo Feng was relieved immediately.

Yuehaitang has a very outstanding talent and is very hard to cultivate. There is a heaven and earth treasure like jianxintianyu on her body. At this hunting conference, the other side ranks in the personal record list with amazing achievements. She can cultivate the ground level skills of jadeite heaven. Naturally, her progress will not be slow.

Brush!

The moon Begonia wrists shake, the sword in the setting sun, sprinkle a large amount of cold light, looking at the one armed warrior, the eyes show decisive.

"I will kill you this time."

The one armed warrior's face is blue, but he is very afraid of the strength of the Begonia. He wants to start but dare not. He says to the old man in black beside him:

"elder, this man has a lot to do with Luo Feng. This time, entering the red flame desert, he must want to rescue Luo Feng. He must be eradicated!"

The old man in black sees the young age of the Begonia in the moon, which is the mid-term cultivation of the nine aspects of spiritual circle. If he grows up, he must be a big enemy of the demon sect of the West desert. He has already killed his heart. He nods when he hears the words and is about to start.

At this time, a cold drink suddenly sounded.

"Flash of light!"

In the face of 20 or 30 outstanding masters of spirit whirling, Yue Haitang knows that he can't be passive. He takes the lead in making moves, moves his whole body to the limit, and steps gently on the ground.

Bang!

The brilliant blue light broke out from him, which was dazzling. Many disciples of blood demon sect could not help squinting their eyes.

In the field of vision, there is no moon and Begonia. There are only countless blue lights, shuttling through the void, just like the birth of Qingxia. It's very beautiful, and there's a warm wind blowing on people's faces, which makes people obsessed.

"This is the mirage of the emerald hall. All the mirages are in front of you. Don't be confused!"

The martial artist in black was shocked. When he shouted a warning, his three foot long sword burst out a dazzling blood light and swept across.

"Break it for me!"

Wheeze!

The bloody sword air radiated out horizontally. The fierce momentum suppressed the warm wind.

The green awn in this space disappears, and the tall figure of the Begonia appears. It's hundreds of meters away from where he was just now. His blue clothes are dancing with the wind, and his delicate face is holding a sneer.

The next moment.

Poop! Laugh! To make fun of...

The disciple of blood demon sect standing at the same place splashed blood arrows in his throat, fell on his back and killed eight people in an instant!

When some people die, they still look confused and don't know what happened.

"Ah!"

"What happened?"

Seeing this scene, other disciples of blood demon sect are all faceless.

"Damn you!"

The old man in black is full of anger and ferocity. He is full of blood. The sword in his hand is like a burning iron. He will kill the Begonia.

Wheeze!

Silent, a red whirlwind appeared, rising against the sky and cutting to the head of the old man in black.

"No!"

The old man in black experienced many battles and countless life and death experiences, which made him have instinctive intuition to the danger and feel the impending death. He immediately gave up attacking the Begonia of the moon and returned to split it with a sword.

Clang!

The blood color sword Qi is extremely condensed. It is defeated by a blow. The sword collides with each other, and thousands of sparks erupt. Only the sound of the crash is heard. The sword in the hand of the old man in black is broken into two parts. The short sword flies out and pierces the chest of a disciple of blood demon sect in the distance.

Poop!

The blood of the old man in black is boiling. When his figure explodes and retreats, he opens his mouth and shoots out a blood arrow.

All the people present were stunned. Most of them didn't know what happened.

It all happened so fast that people couldn't keep up with it.

Brush!

A figure flew into the air and grasped the fire whirlwind in his hand.

"Ah! My life is at an end! "

Seeing Luo Feng wielding his sword again, the old man in black cried out in horror, and tried to infuse all his energy into the broken sword to resist.