Chapter 1222

Although song Ziyuan didn't know what the Millennium garlic in Luo Feng's mouth was, he could see it from the expressions of some people around him. His handsome face sank down and walked out slowly, "I gave you a chance, but I don't cherish it."

As he spoke, song Ziyuan gently waved his arm and shot a broken sword out of his sleeve.

It's a broken sword. It has only a blade, but no hilt. It seems that the blade is bright and crystal clear. The moment it flies out, it blooms into a dazzling light, and the radiance of the sun is released and permeates the whole peak of Jianfeng.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the past.

Luo Feng's pupil slightly shrinks. It is clear that there is only a broken sword less than 10 cm long. However, like the king in the sword, he suddenly comes to the world.

"The power of the design." Luo Feng's eyes are full of gold. He can see through the essence of the broken sword at a glance. Although it is only a truncated blade, there are high-order patterns on it, which can make the broken blade invincible and cut iron like mud.

"Sword light!"

The moment song Ziyuan waved his hand, the broken sword floating in the air suddenly burst into a more bright and dazzling light, and sent out a clear and long cry. The body of the sword radiated dazzling brilliance and turned into a streamer, just like a stream of water pouring away, directly cutting Luofeng.

At this moment, the eyes of the blood demon in the distance were slightly bright, "it's a perfect flying sword."

In an ancient sword pulled out by the blood demon in the ancient battlefield, it contains "imperial sword skill".

"Blood demon, do you like the flying sword?" Luo Feng's figure swept, stepping like a meteor, "the boss gave it to you." As he spoke, Luo Feng's blue sword light appeared, and Jiuli Shengdao appeared out of thin air. The sword's meaning soared into the sky and roared in the sky. The sword's meaning was dispelled and the sword was facing the world.

Whew!

Luo Feng wields his sword, and the holy sword Jue cuts away.

Song Ziyuan's eyes were cold and sharp, and his heart was moved. He broke his sword and turned into a shadow and hit Luo Feng.

Keng! Keng! Keng!

A crisp collision.

Luo Feng's eyes glance at Song Ziyuan, holding a knife and cutting fiercely.

"It's kind of interesting." Song Ziyuan whispered indifference, "in the shackles of the two strong, you can also rank into the upper level, unfortunately, the distance invincible, is still far from."

Song Ziyuan controls the flying sword. The light of the sword is invincible. If it were a general weapon, I'm afraid it would have been cut off directly. However, Luo Feng's hand is Jiuli Shengdao.

One of the top ten ancient warriors!

Even if there is no device pattern on the holy sword, or the device pattern belonging to the holy sword has not yet appeared, the power of the holy sword does not belong to this broken sword.

"Invincible? It seems that you are not eating garlic for thousands of years Luo Feng's eyes suddenly and coldly looked at Song Ziyuan. In an instant, two beams of golden light shot out, as fast as lightning.

Brilliant eyes!

Song Ziyuan's mind was shocked, but Luo Feng's eyes could launch a substantial attack.

Dodge.

His mind was in a panic for a moment, and the attack of the broken sword came to a standstill. The next second, song Ziyuan felt that his connection with the broken sword was about to be cut off.

"What's going on?" Song Ziyuan was shocked. He felt that the sharp broken sword seemed to have sunk into the sea. All of a sudden, he was silent.

Taking Luofeng as the center, it seems that there are invisible ripples all around.

This is the effect of the ancient martial art "the river and the sea", just like a wave directly covering the broken sword.

It's a matter of time.

Luo Feng flew over to grab the broken sword.

Song Ziyuan's eyes flashed cold light, and his mind re locked the broken sword. What he did was a sword fighting technique. The broken sword was like a magic sword, which was invincible and invincible.

Seeing Luo Feng dare to stretch out his hand, song Ziyuan feels that he is looking for death, and urges the broken sword to quickly cross an electric light.

However, that scene happened again.

As soon as the broken sword approaches Luo Feng, he is disturbed by invisible interference. In a flash, Luo Feng blows his fist on the blade of the sword.

The pattern on the broken sword glows brightly, and song Ziyuan's intention to stay on it is instantly shattered by Luo Feng.

Boom!

Song Ziyuan staggered back, his eyes shaking, looking at Luo Feng in disbelief.

How could he manage to smash the idea on the broken sword without being attacked by the broken sword?

Song Ziyuan couldn't understand.

Song Ziyuan look, Luo Feng see in the eye, in the heart some clear.

It seems that there are not only martial arts circles, but also few people in the heaven prison area who know the patterns. Otherwise, song Ziyuan's knowledge is too short.

At that moment, Luo Feng wiped song Ziyuan's idea from the broken sword by using his understanding of the patterns.

Luo Feng reached out and held the broken sword in his hand. The blade of the sword seemed to have flowing water, shining with crystal clear light.

At first glance, it looks like a piece of crystal, but it is extremely sharp. Luo Feng holds it in his palm and clearly feels the chill on the blade.

"If it's a complete sword, it must be a unique weapon!" Luo Feng threw the broken sword to the blood demon and said with a smile, "sword with hero."The blood demon's eyes glowed, and he directly used the ancient imperial sword technique to take down the broken sword.

In the distance, song Ziyuan's face was so low that he could hardly see the extreme. In his eyes, Luo Feng was an aborigine. Even if he had a chance, he could not be compared with Tianjiao in Tianjue. But now, the aborigine used the means that he could not see through.

This made song Ziyuan angry.

"I'm going to reevaluate you." Song Ziyuan's eyes flashed cold and walked out slowly.

Bang!

Luo Feng waved his hand, and a flash of lightning struck him. The thunder technique of Taoism was very powerful and hit song Ziyuan.

Song Ziyuan's body swayed, and his body method was strange and unpredictable. He avoided the coverage of thunder teaching in the corridor. In a flash, the palm wind was fierce and hit Luo Feng.

"Reevaluate?" Luo Feng, like the God of war, is very strong. In a moment, the dragon shape of his left hand appears, the black dragon roars, and the right hand tiger roars in the sky, surging and surging, and the dragon and tiger fist seal, strike out together.

"Invincible?" Luo Feng's eyes showed pride, "a blow to destroy you!"

Boom!

Song Ziyuan's eyes were wide open, his body flew out, his face completely dull, and he raised his head in disbelief.

At this moment, song Ziyuan's eyes were not only angry, but also frustrated and clenched his fist.

Luo Feng's eyes showed banter, "are you going to reevaluate again?"

Song Ziyuan was short of breath, and his eyes showed anger. He said in a deep voice, "Mu Ting girl, now only you and I can be sure to kill him."

Qingyi Mu Ting, holding a sword, cold eyes staring at Luo Feng.

How could she have never imagined that the people who were easily defeated with one hand and one sword on the garrison peak would have made such rapid progress.

"Mo Zong's emissary was killed face to face. Don't forget that Luoshen emissary was also killed in his hands." Song Ziyuan then said, "this son does not die, I Songzhou ten, the face does not exist."

Mu Ting's body leaps into a corner with song Ziyuan, her eyes coldly looking at Luo Feng.

"Are you finally going to join hands?" Luo Feng sneered, "the sword that was stationed on Jianfeng, today, will be returned to you."

Whew!

Mu Ting said nothing, immediately pull out the sword, autumn water sword, cold light such as electricity.

"Hum!" Luo Feng uses the five elements to escape. In a flash, he pulls out a sharp sword inserted in the ground from a distance. In a moment, the sword idea rises all over the sky.

"Take this sword!"

Luo Feng waves his sword.

Magic sword code! The first style!

Step on the overpass!

The sword in Luo Feng's hand is blooming with blazing light, just like stepping on the rainbow bridge in the sky, coming in a twinkling of an eye.

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