Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 1222: Invincible?

Although Song Ziyuan didn’t know exactly what the Thousand-Year Garlic was in Luo Feng’s mouth, he could tell from the expressions of some people around him. The handsome face became low and he walked out slowly, "I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, do not cherish."

While speaking, Song Ziyuan flicked his arm slightly, and a broken sword shot out from his sleeve.

It is indeed a broken sword, only the blade, no hilt, but the blade of the sword can be broken, as if there is a stream of light and color, crystal clear, the moment it flies out, the dazzling sword light bursts out, and the shining light is released, permeating At the top of the entire Jianjian Peak.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to the past.

Luo Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and this broken sword, which was clearly less than ten centimeters in length, was like a king in the sword, instantly reigning over the world.

"The power of the veins." Luo Feng's eyes linger with golden light, and he can see the essence of this broken sword at a glance. Although it is only a broken blade, there are high-level veins on it, which can make the broken blade be indestructible and cut iron. Muddy.

"Jianguang!"

The moment Song Ziyuan waved his hand, the broken sword floating in the volley burst into a more dazzling light, with a clear long scream, the sword body exuded dazzling brilliance, and turned into a stream of light, like a stream of water pouring away, straight to the point. peak.

At this moment, the eyes of the Gorefiend in the distance gleamed slightly, "It is simply an excellent flying sword."

The ancient sword drawn by the Gorefiend in the ancient battlefield contains the ‘swordsmanship’.

"Blood Demon, did you see this flying sword?" Luo Feng's figure swept away, stepping like a meteor, "The boss gave it to you." While speaking, the blue sword in Luo Feng's hand appeared, and the Jiuli Holy Sword Appearing out of thin air, the intent of the sword soars into the sky, whistling into the sky, surging and shaking, dispersing the intent of the sword, and the sword is facing the world.

call out!

Luo Feng swung his sword, and the Holy Sword Jue slashed away.

Song Ziyuan's eyes were indifferent and fierce, and his heart moved, breaking the sword and turning his shadow, and hit Luo Feng.

Keng! Keng! Keng!

Crisp collision.

Luo Feng glanced at Song Ziyuan and slashed with a knife.

"It's interesting." Song Ziyuan whispered indifferently, "Amidst the two-tier powerhouse in the Shackles Realm, you can also be ranked higher. Unfortunately, it's far from invincible."

Song Ziyuan controlled the flying sword, and the sword light was invincible. If it were an ordinary weapon, it would have been directly cut off. However, Luo Feng's hand was the Jiuli Holy Sword.

One of the ten great soldiers of the ancients!

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

"Invincible? It seems that you are not eating garlic for thousands of years. It is almost ten thousand years." Luo Feng suddenly stared at Song Ziyuan with cold eyes. In an instant, two beams of golden light shot out, as fast as lightning.

Fiery eyes!

Song Ziyuan's heart was shocked, and he didn't expect Luo Feng's eyes to launch a substantial attack.

Dodge to avoid.

Mind panicked for a moment, and Duanjian's offensive stalled. In the next second, Song Ziyuan felt that the connection between himself and Duanjian would be cut off.

"What's the matter?" Song Ziyuan was shocked, he felt that sharp broken sword seemed to sink into the sea, all of a sudden silently.

With Luofeng as the center, there seemed to be invisible ripples around.

This is the effect of the ancient martial arts "Turning the River and Stirring the Sea", just like a wave directly covering the broken sword.

It's too late to say, then fast.

Luo Feng flew away and stretched out his hand directly to grab the broken sword.

Song Ziyuan's eyes flashed with cold light, and his mind re-locked the segmented sword. What he displayed was an imperial sword technique. The broken sword was like a divine sword.

Seeing Luo Feng dare to stretch out his hand, Song Ziyuan felt that he was looking for death, so he urged Broken Sword and quickly passed an electric light.

However, the scene just happened again.

The moment Broken Sword approached Luo Feng, he was invisiblely disturbed, and in a blink of an eye, Luo Feng hit the blade with a punch.

The pattern on the broken sword was flaring and glowing, and the thought of Song Ziyuan left on it was instantly shattered by Luo Feng.

boom!

Song Ziyuan staggered back, his eyes showing shock, and he looked at Luo Feng in disbelief.

The idea on Broken Sword was smashed with a punch without being attacked by Broken Sword. How did he do it?

Song Ziyuan couldn't understand.

Luo Feng looked at Song Ziyuan's expression, and he felt a little clear in his heart.

It seems that it is not just the Martial Arts Realm, even in the Heavenly Prison Realm, there are few people who know the artifacts, or Song Ziyuan's knowledge is too short.

At that moment, Luo Feng used his understanding of the pattern to erase Song Ziyuan's mind from the broken sword.

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

At first glance, it looked like a piece of crystal, but it was extremely sharp. Luo Feng held it in his palm and clearly felt the cold air permeating the blade.

"If it's a complete sword, it must be a peerless magic weapon!" Luo Feng threw this broken sword to the Gorefiend and smiled, "The sword is worthy of a hero."

The blood demon's eyes glowed, and he directly used the ancient swordsmanship to take this broken sword.

In the distance, Song Ziyuan’s face was so low that it was hard to see the extreme. In his eyes, Luo Feng was an aboriginal. Even if he had some chances, he would definitely not be able to compare with the Tianjiao in the Heavenly Hell. Thorough means.

This made Song Ziyuan annoyed.

"It seems that I am going to reassess you." Song Ziyuan passed Leng Li under his eyes and stepped out slowly.

Snapped!

Luo Feng waved his hand, a flash of lightning struck, and Taoist thunder technique showed its power and slammed Song Ziyuan's body.

Song Ziyuan's body swayed, his posture was weird, and he avoided the Taoist thunder technique. In a blink of an eye, the palm wind was violent and he slapped Luo Feng.

"Re-evaluate?" Luo Feng slammed his fist hard, like a **** of war, extremely powerful. In a short time, the shape of a dragon with his left hand emerged, the blue dragon roared, and the sky with his right hand roared, surging surgingly, and the dragon and tiger fist imprints together.

"Invincible?" Luo Feng's eyes showed arrogance, "Destroy you with one punch!"

boom!

Song Ziyuan was shocked, 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 frustration suddenly rose in his heart, clenching his fists.

Luo Feng's eyes showed joking, "Are you going to reassess it again?"

Song Ziyuan's breathing was short, his eyes showed anger, and he said in a deep voice, "Miss Mu Ting, only you and I can be sure to kill him now."

Tsing Yi Mu Ting, holding a sword in her hand, stared at Luo Feng with frosty eyes.

She didn't expect that someone who she could easily defeat with one palm and a sword on the Peak of Stationed Sword would improve so fast.

"The messenger Mozong was beheaded face-to-face, don't forget, the goddess Luo, I heard that he also died in his hands." Song Ziyuan went on to say, "This son is not dead, I have ten sects in Songzhou, and I have no face."

Mu Ting leaped, forming a horn with Song Ziyuan, looking at Luo Feng indifferently in her eyes.

"Is it finally going to join forces?" Luo Feng sneered, "The sword that I used on Zhujian Peak will be returned to you today."

call out!

Mu Ting did not say a word, and immediately drew his sword, Qiushui's sword, cold light as electricity.

"Huh!" Luo Feng used the five elements to escape, and in a blink of an eye he pulled out a sharp sword inserted into the ground from a distance, and in a short time, the sword intent rose to the sky.

"Take this sword!"

Luo Feng swung his sword.

Excalibur! First style!

Step on the flyover!

The sword light in Luo Feng's hand bloomed with blazing dazzling light, as if stepping on a rainbow bridge, it descended in an instant.