Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 1127 Demon King Luo Is Dead?

The morning mist is thin, and the morning sun has quietly jumped out over the lake, spreading the land.

Everyone didn't realize it, because their eyes were gathered in one direction.

Ouyang Wou-ki bent his bow to shoot an arrow.

His eyes widened and he held his breath, as if his heartbeat had stopped, for fear of disturbing the next scene.

Ouyang Wuji, Zhushen's arrow formation, even Mo Yuanwu was hurt back then, and that was many years ago, and now Ouyang Wuji's archery skills must be more sophisticated and more powerful.

At this moment, Luo Feng felt his pores explode instantly.

A feeling of extreme danger permeated my heart, unable to contain it, an extremely cold breath, like falling from the sky, from the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head to the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot, then exploded, melted into the limbs, and the whole body was frozen.

It's terrifying.

Luo Feng even felt that if he took a step forward, he would definitely die.

Woo!

Luo Feng finally believed his feelings, his body stopped abruptly and suddenly turned his head.

call out!

At this time, Ouyang Wuji's Zhushen Arrow had broken through the air.

Like a flash of lightning, across the lake with thin morning mist, shook the space, and the arrow of the gods, the lake seemed to be rolled by the dragon, surging and resounding, the water splashing several meters high, at first glance, it seemed to be surrounded by this The arrow of the king points forward.

Luo Feng’s eyes were dignified, and it was too late. It was fast, the Jiuli Sacred Sword in his hand appeared, and the phantom of the blade formed a line of defense. At the same time, Luo Feng's figure flashed irregularly, trying to avoid this. arrow.

fast!

too fast!

Only in a blink of an eye, the arrow of Zhu Shen had arrived, Luo Feng's figure moved horizontally more than ten meters, but the arrow of Zhu Shen seemed to be attached to spirituality, like a shadow to follow, the spirit is not scattered, the power is undiminished, and the arrow sees blood. Otherwise there is no return.

It's close.

Luo Feng could only swing a knife and cut an arrow.

boom!

Without any suspense, Luo Feng’s body, together with the Jiuli Sacred Sword, was directly shaken out. This Divine Slaying Arrow contained the terrifying power of Ouyang Wuji, and its power was astonishing. Be penetrated.

Rao was so, Luo Feng directly vomited blood and was injured.

The figure fell to the ground, which happened to be an island near the center of the lake.

The mysterious water palace is on the side of the island, less than fifty meters away.

However, for Luo Feng, these fifty meters are already a great moat. Because, Ouyang Wou-ki's figure had moved across first, blocking Luo Feng's route to escape to the mysterious water palace.

"Dog of the mourning family, can you continue to escape?" Ouyang Wuji's long and slender body stepped in the air with contempt and condescending, looking down at Luo Feng, as if staring at his prey.

Around the lake and island, there are many ships, and the warriors of all forces are watching from a distance.

Recalling that shocking arrow just now, many people were shivering.

That arrow was a peerless, destroying arrow. No one in the room dared to say that he could take this arrow without dying, but the Demon King Luo was only injured. It seemed that he still had the power of a battle. This was enough to see Luo. The devil's extraordinary.

"Even if it is killed in battle, the name of Luo Feng in the martial arts world can be passed down for at least ten years."

"No one will forget this proud man of heaven!"

"Unfortunately, falling into the devil's way is worthy of death."

Many people sigh, thinking that Luo Feng must die.

"Luo Feng, how was your prestige when you were in the Snow Mountain faction?" One of the ships, with a blue figure, had cold eyes and a happy expression. It was the Luoshen's emissary. He waited until Luo Feng was killed. Stand up and point out that Luo Feng took what he had taken away, and took it back openly. In the martial arts world, besides the Demon King Luo, who else is not so long-eyed, dare to live with Luoshen Temple?

"It won't last long." The Luoshen envoy was looking forward to it.

call out!

Ouyang Wuji's expression was indifferent, condescending, and it turned out to be another arrow of Zhu Shen.

Luo Feng just coughed out a bit of blood, did not dare to slack off, his nerves tightened to the extreme, gritted his teeth, forcibly moved his body, moved laterally to dodge, and slammed the Jiuli Holy Sword.

boom!

Luo Feng vomited blood and fell to the ground, raising thick dust.

"The battle is over soon." Many people subconsciously let the ship approach, wanting to see more clearly.

Some people even post live on the forum.

"The Demon King Luo has been shot down by the headmaster Ouyang with an arrow. He was seriously injured and fell to the ground."

The forum was shaking, and all fighters expressed their opinions.

Someone clapped and cheered.

Someone sighed, genius fell.

Someone stays neutral.

Someone praised Ouyang Wuji.

Yangcheng Airport.

"Let's go back and fight with them!" The iron face's eye sockets were red, his body was trembling violently, his eyes were almost crazy, his hands clenched his fists tightly, his nails fell into his palms, blood flowed out, and his voice was full of hiss. , "Go back, go back!"

"Go back! Even if we die together, we must avenge the boss!" The judge's body shook, and his eyes could not help but tears.

Qian Yilan stood up.

"Where are you going?" Yan Guilai took a deep breath and drank Qian Yilan.

"Back to Zhejiang and Hangzhou." Qian Yilan's voice was also trembling faintly, her eyes were looking straight ahead, but she couldn't control it, and glittering tears fell.

"He lied to us!" Song Daiying shouted, "He clearly said that there is a way to escape the chase of the old thief Ouyang!"

"Calm down!" Yan returned yelled, and took a deep breath again, "It's all this time, is impulse useful? Don't say that we can't go back for a while now, even if we go back, can we die with Ouyang Wuji? This way to survive is Luo Feng's life in exchange, we can't go back and die in vain!"

"Master! What can we do?" The blood demon nearly cried.

"Ancient ruins!" Yan Guilai said in a deep voice, "Each of you is a tianjiao and has a lot of blessings. If you can get a treasure from an ancient ruins, you may not be able to match Ouyang Wuji in the future. Gentleman Revenge, it's not too late for ten years!"

"Is it the only way?" Leopard Ying murmured, a sturdy man whose eyes were red at the moment.

At this moment, there are voices in their hearts shouting.

Hope this time, a miracle will happen.

"There must be a miracle." Qian Yilan suddenly knelt on her knees, holding a jade Buddha with her hands in her hands, and prayed extremely religiously.

In the VIP lounge of the airport, there are only these few people. At this moment, they are all silent, praying and expecting.

"At the time when he was in Zhujianfeng, Luo Feng was dying. His master appeared and rescued him." Yan Guilai murmured, "Perhaps, we don't need to worry too much. Luo Feng's master will definitely save him. ."

However, at this time, the live post was refreshed again.

""The Lord Luo is Dead"!"

The five bright red characters, like a **** bayonet, were fiercely inserted into the hearts of the people present.