Chapter 2363

Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar...

Above the sky, there is a demonic atmosphere. A demon comes down from the sky and steps the earth out of countless cracks, making a ferocious roar towards the figure holding the knife.

At this time, the shadow's eyes flashed, a breath of death containing a deep sense of killing spread from him.

"The demons destroy the robbers!"

The voice is like the sea storm, shaking the void. Luo Feng has an impulse to cover his ears. When the voice rises, he sees the sword in the shadow's hand. In a moment, he jumps four times in the void.

In time, the sky and the earth are bright. Four amazing swords with the power of creating the world are rampant in the sky and the earth, tearing the devil's spirit and breaking the sky.

Boom!

The earth shaking roar sounded, the sky rocked and the earth moved. Luo Fengning looked at it and took a deep breath.

The earth that the sword gang has been raging has become a sea of blood. The devil's broken limbs and arms are everywhere. The black blood has gathered together and turned into a river of blood. It is surging on the earth.

Looking down from the sky to the earth, we can see that there is a big word "heaven" in the earth swept by the light of sabre, which is tens of miles across. It's powerful. Every stroke sends out the extremely terrible breath. It's sharp and penetrating to the people's heart. It's unrivalled!

"This is the sabre technique of King wusheng. Good and strong! Too strong! If I can learn... "

Looking at the huge characters on the earth, Luo Feng was shocked and full of blood. That was the awe from the bottom of his heart when he saw the strong.

The only king granted swordsman in thousands of years has no living king. Indeed, there is no one in all!

There are more and more demons struggling out of the sky. They seem to be enraged and rush towards the human figure like a sea of mountains.

"Kill!"

The figure roared and killed, spread from him, and formed a ferocious image of a dead mountain and a sea of blood in the void. Without fear, it rushed directly into the demons.

All of a sudden, the sword light is rampant, the blood rain is flying, the whole world has become a killing purgatory!

Luo Feng was shocked. He concentrated on observing the sword technique of the figure and realized the mystery.

Soon, he found that the human figure, as if teaching martial arts, always used the same set of sabre techniques.

"Do you want to teach me this Sabre technique?"

An idea flashed through Luofeng's mind, and was soon dismissed by him.

If it is a common Sabre technique, with his comprehension, you can never forget it. It is not a problem to achieve the essence of 89 points through comprehension.

But such a profound Sabre technique, even he, can't understand the mystery through only observing the sabre moves.

In this regard, Luo Feng was not depressed. Not everyone had a chance to watch the king's Swordsman, King wusheng, practice his swordsmanship.

Every blade technique contains Wang wusheng's understanding of martial arts and general situation. Even if he can't get this unique blade technique, his future path of martial arts will benefit from this experience.

Set down the spirit of mind, Luo Feng carefully watched the king's killing demons. The spirit of mind gradually immersed in the mystery of the king's Sabre technique, forgetting the passing of self and time.

If someone else is out of the secret space at the moment, you can see a strange picture: Lin Hongyi and Luo Feng are sitting together, their figures are like sculptures, motionless, their eyes are empty looking at the same direction, but their breath is like a rolling tide, surging

Time flies.

"Nearly half a month has passed. I don't know what happened to Luofeng and the woman on the third island. "

On the second island, several martial artists who have understood Dacheng's general situation and the meaning of sword have recovered from the cultivation. Their eyes are on the third island with strange breath, and a female swordsman says.

"The people who entered the third island in the past either disappeared on the island or would soon come out. They were all seriously injured and became insane. They have been in for so long, but they haven't come out yet. I'm afraid they have... "

A person shook his head, heavy tone, meaning self-evident, Luo Feng and Lin Hongyi have no possibility of survival, and like countless warriors, fell and lost in the third island.

"That's a pity. At the age of two people, it can be said that there is no genius in all. In particular, Luofeng, whose general trend has shown his true meaning, is only one step away from being able to cultivate into a complete general trend. At a young age, he is also a strong distractor, which is really rare. "

"Yes, the nine kingdoms didn't know how many blessings they had accumulated before such a rare genius came into being, and it fell down like this."

Among them, there are two people from the nine kingdoms. When it comes to Luo Feng and Lin Hongyi, they are deeply sorry.

"Each has his own will. This is their own choice. We have come here to understand the general trend, but we have taken different risks. "

The female swordsman who first spoke spoke spoke spoke softly. She looked at the third island with a pair of wonderful eyes. Suddenly she thought of something and said, "do you feel it? These days, the general situation here seems to be getting weaker."

"Eh, do you feel it, too? I thought it was an illusion. " A middle-aged gunman was surprised and looked around, saying: "no matter how strong the martial arts will be, it will dissipate one day. It seems that wusheng King fell here, and the residual martial arts will disappear."

"It is rare in the world to be able to exist for thousands of years. I don't know how a master like King wusheng could lose to the king of the boundless sea. "

"Ha ha, that level of existence is not something we can talk about."

All of them are masters who understand the great trend. They all feel the change of the island and nod their heads when they hear it. A kind of sadness rises in their hearts.

They are also small and famous experts in the Jianghu, but compared with King wusheng, they are just like ants, and King wusheng will fall down. Now, even the remaining martial arts will dissipate and be swallowed up by the years. They increasingly feel small.

"I think the martial will of King wusheng will weaken at this speed. If it's fast, it's one year. If it's slow, it's three years. It will definitely dissipate. At that time, the place of cultivation will no longer exist. We should seize the time to grasp the general trend, even if we can't break through the perfection, we should be a little more diligent. "

Female swordsman way.

"Well, it makes sense."

A middle-aged gunman nodded and looked at the third island. "However, Blackwater Lake exists because of the will of Wu Dao of Wu Sheng Wang, and the will of Wu Dao of Wu Sheng Wang will dissipate, so will the general situation here. By then, we should be able to visit the third island. I don't know what's on it... "

"Brother Xu, do you think there will be any amazing treasures on it?" Someone joked.

"Ha ha."

The middle-aged gunman smiled, shook his head and said: "treasure is all right. If there is anything, it should be taken away by the boundless sea king. It's not that no one has gone up in this millennium. How can it be our turn if there is only a little bit left? "

"That's right."

After a few words of conversation, they are ready to continue to cultivate the general trend.

And at this time, a burst of wind broke, loud as thunder.

Such a great movement immediately shocked the martial artists on the island and looked up to the sky.

"A lot of people!"

"Eh, isn't that the young master of jintuomen? They are back again."

"Hum, he was so humiliated by Luo Feng and ran away like a lost dog. Now he has the face to come back." A person disdains a way.

"Shh, are you going to die? He is not a man of faith. "

Because of the arrogant and domineering attitude of jintuomen before, people have long looked at them unfavorably. Now they see a group of people appear again. Many people are sarcastic, but their voices are very low.

Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush...

In an instant, forty or fifty disciples of jintuomen fell from the sky and landed steadily on the edge of the second island.

These people have strong breath and excellent accomplishments. The lowest level is also the great power of Yuanhai.

Finally, after half a month of suffering from the arrival of the master, the young leader of Jintuo sect was angry and his facial features were distorted. He gave a cold look at the third island and ordered: "find them!"

"Yes!"

Several jintuomen masters with the cultivation of distracted territory promised to plunder to the third island. The first one, whose right sleeve was empty and swaying in the wind, was the middle-aged warrior who had been cut off by Luofeng before.

After half a month's cultivation, his injury has recovered by 89%. At this moment, I would like to drink blood from Luofeng's skin immediately.

For a moment.

Several people fly back, the middle-aged warrior's face is gloomy.

"Little Lord, I don't see them." The middle-aged warrior said in a deep voice that he carefully searched for the third Island twice, but still didn't find the person he wanted to find.

"No?"

The young leader of jintuomen frowned, "they should not have left here!"

This half month, he has been sent to secretly observe, and did not find Luo Feng and others, leaving the island.

"You say, where are the boy and the woman?"

With his eyes crossed, the young master of jintuomen looked at the warrior who was practicing on the second island.

The martial artists on the scene are all experts. They are respected outside. They have never been so bossy and angry. However, due to the influence of jintuomen, they can only endure without any voice.

"I count three times, and if I don't say it again, there's no pardon for killing!"

The leader of the little gate of Jintuo gate snorted coldly.

"Jingyue, you are too overbearing. Although your jintuomen are powerful, they are not here. "

Some people are indignant.

The voice just dropped.

Boom!

In front of the middle-aged shooter, there was a huge handprint. The terrible waves forced the fierce fighters to retreat.

In the crowd of jintuomen, a figure stepped out, a middle-aged man in black brocade.

The middle-aged face is withered and thin, and a pair of eyes are like the edge of a sword. They are slender and shiny. The light inside them will feel cold everywhere if it falls on someone.

"Elder!"

When the young leader of jintuomen saw the man standing out, he changed his previous arrogance, and his face softened and even showed some awe.

The withered middle-aged man nodded slightly, raised his eyelids, glanced at the martial artist on the scene, and said without expression:

"our little Lord is asking you something, don't force me to do it."

"You!"

The middle-aged gunman's face was red and angry. He was about to open his mouth to refute, but he was stopped by the female swordsman next to him.

"Don't be impulsive. He's jintuomen Xuefeng's hand, Shen Yuan!" The female swordsman said.

Hiss!

"What, blood wind hand Shen Yuan!"

"He is the one in Jintuo gate who has been rumored to have grasped the general trend of perfection."

As soon as the female swordsman's words came out, all the martial artists on the scene took a breath of cold air and looked at the dry