Chapter 1842

"Be careful!"

Yangwan'er Daimei is slightly wrinkled. The broken rock is as big as a hill. In addition, it's the unique pyrophosphate rock in the red flame desert. It's extremely heavy. With such a fast speed, no one can resist it.

At that time, Yang Waner did not hesitate to light a fire on her body. With a simple wave of her hand, a fire pillar was born, and the crushed stones fired were immediately ignited and gradually burned into nothingness.

Taking advantage of this short gap, the rest of the young talents who took part in the examination retreated to the air one after another, looking at the war platform which was completely destroyed by the rubble. They looked both surprised and excited, and their hearts were thumping.

It's the first time many people have seen such a fierce fight.

"No!"

At one corner of the city wall, I have been paying attention to Cangnan moon of Luofeng, looking over the battle platform, and my eyes have changed suddenly.

At the moment, everyone was looking in the same direction, with round eyes and an expression of incomparable shock and horror.

On the top of the stage, the demon fire on Luo Feng's body is burning, and Xue blade's whole body is covered in a white gold flame. The breath of both of them is unprecedented.

The sharp point of the sword in Xue blade's hand is stuck together, floating in the air, showing a static state, just a strong burst of real yuan impact, constantly bursting out from the joint. It can be seen by naked eyes that the space around the two men is shaking violently.

Boom, boom

The original fragmented battle platform, under such a violent impact, was completely broken in an instant and swept into the air, flying in all directions as if the sky and the women were scattered, tearing a clear crack in the air.

WOW!

A swordsman in the middle period of zhenyuanjing stabbed out a sword and planned to pick up a flying stone. As a result, when the sword front collided with the stone, he felt that an irresistible force came from the sword body, spit out blood and burst back.

"Back off!"

The disciples of the nearby Holy Land rushed over and put out a gang Qi wall to protect the people from retreating for several kilometers before they stopped.

"Here What is this? It's a strong real impact! "

"I feel as long as I'm close to them for a thousand meters, I'm afraid they will be torn to pieces in an instant." A warrior in the late period of the Yuan Dynasty was frightened.

"Elder martial sister, here what is it? Big brother seems to be in danger. "

Nanxuan has a lovely round face, but also a frightened, nervous look at Luo Feng, who is still in the air with Xue blade.

For the first time, she saw such a terrible scene, the overwhelming force, which made her feel a tiny feeling involuntarily.

It's not just nanxuan, the genius of the nine countries present, many people are in the same mood at the moment.

Yang Wan'er looked at the figure in the chaotic area over the battle platform, with a solemn face, and said:

"real yuan duel! It's a duel between the true and the yuan without any skill. "

"Real yuan duel!"

Nanxuan's face is stunned. She has read the introduction of Zhenyuan duel.

This is a desperate way for the warrior to make a desperate decision. Putting aside all the skills, it's just a contest of real yuan. Once this step is taken, there must be a wound. So the real yuan duel is also called the final duel.

"I don't think it will develop to the stage of real yuan duel If it goes on like this, Luo Feng is afraid... "

Lin Hongyi and Dai Mei are slightly wrinkled. The weak side of Zhen Yuan will definitely suffer from serious internal injury. There is no exception. Competing with Zhen Yuan, as a powerful Xue blade in the later stage of Yuan Haijing, obviously occupies an absolute advantage.

Yang Wan'er tightly pursed her red lips, but she could do nothing.

Now that she has reached the stage of real yuan duel, she has nothing to do.

"Real yuan duel! What is Xue Lin thinking about! "

The female disciple of songwu sect looks anxiously. She never thought that a simple assessment would lead to a real yuan duel.

However, once the real yuan duel begins, it will never stop. Unless there is an overwhelming force that can control the real yuan of two people's rampage. Otherwise, if you jump in, you will lose both of them.

In terms of the fluctuation of the real yuan, even Yuntao, who was a strong person in the early stage of distraction, could not interfere with the real yuan duel.

Unless there's a late distractor here.

Some were shocked, some worried, but some gloated.

"Hahaha God helps me. This kid actually duels with Xue blade in real yuan, which is just looking for death! "

Lengao youth looked at the two men facing each other in the middle of the sky, their faces were ferocious, and they were looking forward to Luo Feng's direct death in this real yuan duel. If he didn't die, he'd better be disabled.

The duel between Zhenyuan and Luofeng is still going on. Luo Feng and Xue Lin cannot help themselves at the moment.

The last time they had a fight just now, they both wanted to suppress each other and constantly urged Zhenyuan to strengthen their offensive. As a result, they were inexplicably caught in the duel between Zhenyuan and Zhenyuan.

At this moment, if either party stops, it will be immediately rushed into the body by the real yuan of the riot.

It's not as simple as getting a little hurt. It's bound to suffer extremely serious internal injury and even risk of life.

They are like two fishes in the current. They can only continuously infuse the body's essence into the weapons.

Boom boom boom

With the continuous convergence of Zhenyuan, the swords in Luo Feng's and Xue blade's hands burst out with dazzling light and began to vibrate violently. With the sound of crackling, the space around the two people appeared a little black crack, which was extremely unstable.

"The space is cracked!"

There was a scream.

"It's too much. How strong is Luo Feng's real yuan? He can compete with Xue blade to compete with real yuan till now. "

"The longer you fight for the real yuan, the stronger the power will be. Go on like this, Luofeng is in danger. "

Feeling the thrilling power, people began to talk about it.

In people's eyes, Xue blade, as the eight great powers in the sea of Yuan Dynasty, is naturally impossible to lose in the fight against the real Yuan Dynasty.

Xue Lei wants to stop fighting for Zhen Yuan. However, at this stage, the Zhen Yuan in his body is not controlled by him at all. Where the swords touch each other, it is like a black hole, constantly absorbing the Zhen Yuan in his body.

This is the first time for Xue blade to have a real yuan duel. At the moment, he understands why the master once warned that a real yuan duel should not be held until the last resort. It's a gamble of uncertain future.

"Can't go on like this..."

Luo Feng was also worried.

Although his Mudong transformation has broken through to the fifth level, Xue Lin is a real eight great abilities in Yuanhai. It's impossible for him to surpass each other in competing for real yuan.

However, once the real yuan duel begins, there is no room to turn back and force it to stop. I'm afraid that both of them will be backfired and both of them will suffer both losses, or even die together.

"The backlog of real yuan is too strong. If it is weakened, even if it is forced to stop, it is only slightly injured at most."

Feeling the intersection of swords and swords, the gathering terror of Zhenyuan, Luo Feng flashed an idea in his heart.

Up to now, the backlog of Zhenyuan duels has reached a very terrifying level. Once it breaks out, it will be enough to blow up any one of Yuanhai's medium-term power into pieces.

"Weaken the real yuan!"

All of a sudden, Luo Feng's mind flashed. He thought of the fifth change of Shenlong nine.

The Mudong transformation needs to absorb a lot of energy to make a breakthrough. He still has a fresh memory of that horrible absorbing speed. If he takes advantage of this

"Just try!"

Luo Feng took a deep breath and his eyes were in full bloom. Whether he was seriously injured in defeat or both, he didn't expect the result.

"What is he going to do!"

Xue blade perceives the change of Luo Feng's momentum. His eyes flash. When Zhen Yuan duels to each other, any change will cause irreparable consequences!

At this time, Xue blade suddenly felt that Luo Fengzhen yuan suddenly began to flow back.

"It's dangerous to let Zhen Yuan return in the duel!"

Xue Jianda is horrified. The real yuan of these riots rushed into the veins. I'm afraid that in a moment, they could destroy the veins of the ocean of yuan and even let him die.

"What! What! How do I feel that Zhenyuan is beginning to flow to Luofeng. "

"Did he take the initiative to let Zhenyuan return! He's crazy. In this way, he will bear the real yuan of two people's riots. I'm afraid he will be blown to pieces in a flash! "

The present expert also immediately felt the Luo Feng body to have the change.

"Luofeng!"

"Young master!"

Yang Waner, Xue Lian, Lin Hongyi, Cang Nanyue and others all changed their faces.

"Hahaha This kid is crazy. He's dead! "

Lengao young man laughs. As long as Luo Feng dies, the matter of the golden talisman will surely end.

"Mix holes and change, suck them for me!"

Luo Feng takes a deep breath, his eyes are full of brilliance, and there is a roar of dragon in his body, which instantly urges the Mudong to change.

Hum!

The whole space is shocked violently, and a wave of Luofeng suction is born from Luofeng.

In a moment, he immediately felt a surging and furious Zhenyuan. He rushed into the body along the palms and tendons. The tendons of his whole body seemed to burst. The sleeves of his right hand exploded with a bang. His skin began to crack and the blood flowed.

Knowing that any wrong step at the moment is life-threatening, Luo Feng dare not be careless, gather the spirit of twelve points, change the speed of mixing hole to absorb the real yuan, control it to an acceptable level, and continuously absorb the real yuan.

"Well? Zhenyuan was sucked away by him a little bit! "

Xue Linxin is shocked. He feels that their furious Zhenyuan is disappearing in Luo Feng. It's not as simple as the return of Zhenyuan, but as if they were drawn by some force.

"What's the matter? How do you feel that the real yuan uprising has weakened?"

"If it's the return of real yuan, with the violent fluctuations of real yuan just now, Luo Feng should be blown to the dust and annihilated in an instant. Guess right."

"Well, weird!"

People who thought that Luofeng would explode and die now felt that their breath was gradually weakening, which was a little inconceivable.

"It's amazing! If I hadn't reached the fifth level, I would have reached the limit with my previous body. But now I can carry on! "

Luo Feng ignores the injury on his hand and concentrates on the operation and changes.

For a moment, he felt that the fluctuation of the real yuan had weakened a lot, and he was almost to the limit.

"Almost. This level of real yuan, at most, will only suffer a little slight injury. "

Luo Feng's eyes flashed and his right foot stamped on the air.

With a roar, the real yuan exploded. The swords in Luo Feng's and Xue blade's hands were shot out in a flash. At the same time, Luo Feng and Xue blade were flying backwards.

Bang! Bang!

Luo Feng and Xue blade fell on the ground, and both of them opened their mouths and spewed out a lot of blood.

Brush brush brush

The sound of breaking the sky rings. Yang Waner, Lin Hongyi and the third participant