Chapter 1510

Puff!

Shaking to stand up, the disciple in blue spewed out a big mouthful of blood, looked up at Luo Feng, his pale face turned iron green, his eyes were extremely unwilling.

He didn't use his unique skills, or even his sword idea. He failed before he could use it. How willing!

However, just now, he forced his Qi to use his sword technique, and was hit by Luo Feng at a critical moment, which hurt his heart. It's obviously not realistic for him to fight again.

The game is divided.

After biting his teeth, the disciple in blue threw a fist at Luo Feng and swept down the sword platform in shame.

The master of Xingyun sword looks at Luofeng with beautiful eyes.

Just now, she almost lost Luofeng's trace. The other side not only has a good lightness skill, but also should have cultivated a secret method to hide breath, so that she can attack it strangely.

Of course, the victory and defeat of this duel is too much drama. It's more because of the carelessness of the disciples in blue, and they can't see more.

The disciple in blue lost. Many of the disciples in the sword tomb, including many of the sword masters, did not look good.

No matter what the reason is, it's not a glorious thing to lose to a swordsman as a disciple of the sword tomb and as a brother of the same sect.

For a while, everyone was ready to move.

"I'll fight you!"

A tall silver sword emissary flied up to wenjiantai. He was about 17-18 years old. The cultivation of zhenyuanjing's eightfold peak was immediately suppressed to the early stage of zhenyuanjing's eightfold peak and Luofeng's level.

Tall disciple and the blue clothes disciple just now belong to baijianfeng feathered peak disciple. Seeing his younger martial brother's defeat, he can't bear this tone. He wants to avenge his younger martial brother and save his face for feathered peak.

Hum!

As soon as he boarded the sword platform, the tall disciple immediately released his sword meaning. With the help of 80% sword meaning, the Silver Feather sword in his hand gave out light chants, and the strong sharp air filled, flashing the threatening cold light and tearing the surrounding air violently.

Release sword meaning, big disciple a pair of tiger eyes stare at Luo Feng: "don't think you will be as good luck as just now. Just now younger martial brother Qin lost to you carelessly. I'll get it back for him! "

What he said is that if the blue clothes disciple just now didn't take a moment's notice, Luo Feng is not an opponent at all.

Hearing the words of the big disciples, Jiang Fengfeng shook her head slightly.

At the beginning, she fought with Luo Feng. Her accomplishments were one head higher than that of Luo Feng, and her sword meaning had been promoted to a great success. She was not an opponent. Although she was both a silver sword envoy, her sword meaning was not as harmonious as her. When she asked for the sword platform, her accomplishments could not take advantage of it, the result could be imagined.

She thinks so, but other sword tomb disciples don't think so. In their view, Luo Feng was lucky to win the first world war just now.

Now, the good fortune is clearly over.

The real swordsman is the swordsman who displays his sword.

"Let's go!"

Luo Feng's face was expressionless, and his indifferent eyes were in the eyes of his big disciples, but he was extremely provocative.

"OK, take my move, green rainbow line!"

With a roar, the tall disciple's eyes were sharp to what point, his steps moved, and he walked with the sword. The sword's edge pulled out a sharp and unparalleled blue track. In an instant, he came to Luo Feng's body and looked at it from afar. There was a huge green rainbow on the platform, which wanted to penetrate Luo Feng.

"Cut!"

Emperor Yan's heaven breaking Sabre instantly goes out of its sheath. Luo Feng merges into a general trend on the sabre body. He holds the sabre in one hand and splits it out in one.

Boom!

Thunder, the sound of creaking in the void, that is the sound of breaking sword.

Oh?

The master of Xingyun sword's eyes are slightly bright.

"How can it be? His general situation is similar to my sword meaning and state. Why is he so powerful!"

The tall disciple was shocked, but he was not surprised for a long time, because the bright sword light had completely wiped out the sword Qi, and with an irresistible momentum, he chopped to this side.

"It's impossible!" As soon as Gao Dawu clenched his teeth and roared, the real yuan in his body moved to the limit, holding the sword with both hands and splitting it with one sword.

"Flying feathers and flowing flowers!"

Wheeze!

When the blade is cut off, a sword like a blue wing comes out, which turns into a myriad of blue Qi in the sky. A thin blue line is pulled out in the void and shot out quickly, which is like a blue rainstorm.

Bobo, Bobo

The sword light broke into the blue rainstorm, which was so overwhelming that it rolled all the way to the tall disciple, and finally it couldn't bear to wear away and completely collapsed and disappeared.

"That's good. Take another move!"

Finally, he stopped Luo Feng's chop attack. Before the tall disciple could breathe a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly fell from the sky. Looking up, he was shocked.

From the moment when he boarded the sword platform, Luo Feng had no intention to hide his strength. He was in the middle of the sky. When his body was shaken, the mighty fluctuations of the real elements spread out. The golden flame rose and covered the sky. He stood in the golden flame, like a golden God of war, and stepped down step by step.

"Burning the king's steps!"

Boom

With the step down, the air on the sword platform explodes layer by layer. Gao Dawu feels as if a mountain peak is pressing on his body, becoming heavier and heavier. His legs can't stop shaking and even he can't stand stably.

"Green rainbow line!"

Knowing that this attack is not trivial, Gao Dawu's face is fierce. He recklessly raises the sword's intention to the limit. When the sword rises, the incomparably condensed Blue Sword Qi rushes out with endless sharp points.

Boom

As soon as the two forces contact, they ask the air on the sword stage, and immediately boil like boiling water, violently shaking and rippling.

Brush!

Luo Feng's figure flashed, and his steps fell to the ground, steady as a rock.

At that moment, there was no sound in the whole sword platform, which was inconceivable in silence.

On the opposite side of Luofeng, Gao Dawu kept the posture of running up with a sword.

However, his right leg was half kneeling on the ground, the sleeves of his arms were completely smashed, the skin of his arms was cracked, the blood flowed, even blood flowed out of his mouth and nose, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

There is no doubt that this war is still luofengsheng!

"Lost again!"

"What's the matter with Luofeng? His general situation is clearly only eight realms. How does senior brother Gao's eight swords mean that he has no resistance in front of his general situation?"

"I don't understand. Maybe he's good at it."

"We've lost twice in a row. It's not good to go on like this. Do you really want him to enter the sword tomb? "

"Where is this? Qin Li and their swords didn't accomplish much. In the silver sword emissary, the ranking was only the middle and lower position, and it was nothing to lose to Luo Feng. If you want the master of hundred swords to allow him to enter the sword tomb, you must at least defeat the silver sword emissary. Otherwise, don't even think about it. "

"Not bad. You see, many senior brothers and sisters can't sit still. As long as they do something, Luo Feng will come to the end. "

"Didn't yuankong have a festival with Luofeng? Why didn't he do it. I don't want to see Luofeng be arrogant any more. "

The disciples of the sword tomb talked about it one after another. They were not angry about Luofeng's two victories.

On the high platform.

"I didn't expect Luo Feng to have some strength." A young gold sword emissary standing with Mingfeng glanced at Luofeng and squinted slightly.

Leng hum, the disciple in Qingyi beside, said: "it's true that he has some strength, but that's all. If he is a silver sword emissary at the upper level of yuankong, he will only be defeated."

At this time, Mingfeng, who has not been speaking, suddenly opened her eyes: "Lin Xiaofeng, you'd better not be too optimistic. His strength should be far beyond this level. Yuankong may not be able to defeat him. "

The disciple in green, known as Lin Xiaofeng, flicked his fingers and looked at Luo Feng with a faint smile:

"Mingfeng, you look too high at him. You should also know that the upper silver sword emissary and the meaning of sword have been greatly accomplished. Strength and inferior silver sword envoy are totally different levels. His strength, put in the silver sword envoy, can reach the middle level at best... "

On the other side of the auditorium.

The master of the fire cloud sword raised his eyebrows, and his face became like fire charcoal because of his anger. Looking back, he said to a beautiful woman in white with cool temperament:

"master of the feather sword, you disciples of the feather peak, are getting worse and worse! Even a secular swordsman can't help it. "

The woman in white is the leader of Yuhua peak and one of the hundred sword masters. The two silver sword envoys who just lost to Luo Feng are all her disciples of Yuhua peak.

Because my disciples were defeated one after another, the leader of the feather sword was in a bad mood. When he heard the words of the leader of the fire cloud sword, his face immediately cooled down, and his voice was cool: "master of the fire cloud sword, my disciple of the feather peak, I don't need you to teach me. You are so confident. Why don't you send your disciples to ask Jiantai? Are you afraid? "

The master of huoyun sword stared round and laughed: "I am not afraid of heaven and earth. I am not as timid as your disciples of Yuhua peak."

The leader of feather sword took a sip of Lingcha and said slowly: "everyone can talk big."

The master of huoyun sword turned to yuankong and said:

"yuankong, go! Teach that Luo Feng a good lesson. Remember, don't let the leader of the feather sword down! "

After that, the master of huoyun sword took a look at the master of feathered sword.

The leader of the feather sword looks cold, but he doesn't speak again.

"Yes!"

Yuankong stood out, glanced at Luofeng and sneered.

Lin Yin was defeated in the hands of Luo Feng. The two disciples of yuhuafeng who just met with Luo Feng had the same strength as Lin Yin. It was natural that Lin Yin was defeated. He was not surprised.

The reason why he hasn't done so far is the result of careful consideration. He wants Luofeng to be first in power. When he comes to the stage, he will knock him down again!

It is said that the higher you stand, the worse you fall. To do so, first, you need to completely crack down on Luo Feng and make him lose face in front of all the people.

Second, the original fantasy to despise his Ming Feng proof, his fire lotus sword meaning!

"Mingfeng, you can have a good look! My fire lotus sword will surpass your great sun sword one day. "

Yuankong glanced at Mingfeng in the distance and secretly clenched a pair of fists.

Take a deep breath, yuankong takes back his eyes, and is ready to mount the sword platform.

At this time, a figure took the lead and appeared on the platform of asking sword. He was a top eight martial artist in zhenyuanjing. Where he passed, the air was torn, and the sword power revealed by him was extremely domineering.

"The sword meaning of this man has been achieved!"

Luo Feng looks at the visitor and raises his eyebrows.

After the first two battles, the disciples of the sword tomb who watched the battles around calmed down a lot and asked the two men on the sword stage with their solemn eyes.