Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 1480 Are You Really A Warrior Who Breaks The Nine Chains?

In front of the sacred mountain, Wan Yong’s laughter echoed. He straddled his horse’s back with a sharp sword. The light was compelling and the cold was so cold. Not long after he broke into the Shackle Realm Nine Layers, his sword was sharp, hungry and thirsty. He wanted to drink. Xue, when he knew that Zhuge was going to capture Luo Feng, he took the initiative to invite Ying.

Wan Yong looked down at Luo Feng and sneered, "The God of War, Tianjiao, has repeatedly created miracles, but today, you won't have any more miracles."

The sharp long knife in Wan Yong's hand burst out with an extremely dazzling light.

Luo Feng's body is straight, standing with his hands indifferently, looking at Wan Yong, "She is the granddaughter of Drunk Longfeng Elder Ding Fuyu, you let her leave first."

Hearing this, Wan Yong looked at Dingxiang immediately, and quickly confirmed Dingxiang's identity, he couldn't help but squinted, "Drunk Dragon Peak, you really care about love and righteousness. I didn't expect you, a traitor, to say goodbye. Girl Ding, the sword has no eyes, you go."

"Little Junior Brother!" Ding Xiang's eyes were teary, anxious and helpless.

"Go outside and wait for me." Luo Feng transmitted to Dingxiang, "If you stay here, it will drag me down."

Lilac bit her lips tightly, her body trembling slightly, and finally, as soon as the tears shed, she turned and left.

In her opinion, the younger brother is doomed to escape.

Will there be a miracle this time?

Although Dingxiang left, she could not help stopping when she reached a distance, watching from a distance, her hands trembling, and cold sweat on her palms, but she still prayed silently, hoping that a miracle would happen.

Strong wind!

Wan Yong looked down at Luo Feng condescendingly, and said proudly, "Abandon your meridians, follow me."

At this moment, Luo Feng's black hair was flying, and there was electric light lingering in his eyes, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were cold, and the cold voice fell, "Is it all up to you?"

Luo Feng's eyes suddenly burst into endless fighting spirit.

"Purple God Palace, Wanhua Peak, I will naturally go, but I will walk over by myself, without you leading the way."

Wan Yong sneered, "Ignorant children, dare to speak out, a traitor to the Purple God Palace who will be sentenced to capital punishment, also dare to threaten to set foot on Wanhua Peak."

"Traitor of the Purple God Palace!" Luo Feng's eyes flicked through the extremely cold light, his spine stood proudly, as if he could bear the blazing sun, staring at Wan Yong coldly, and suddenly he laughed, "I stand for the Purple God Palace. In the next millennium, they don’t say that."

Luo Feng raised his head and laughed.

"What a purple temple, what a...the purple temple is not as good as a shit!"

Uninhibited image, black hair dancing wildly.

In Wan Yong's view, Luo Feng is simply crazy.

"Those who humiliate the Purple God Palace are not going to die." Wan Yong waved the Xueliang long knife in his hand, and laughed teasingly at the same time, "You have made a thousand years of marvelous work for the Purple God Palace? The old man has also won thousands of years. "After a loud laughter, Wan Yong's figure suddenly rushed, and the sharp long knife in his hand burst into a swarthy snow-like cold light in an instant, approaching Luofeng, and his strength was like an overwhelming force.

At this moment, Lilac's eyes in the distance could not help showing a touch of despair, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

Junior Brother, you are a genius of heaven, why is your destiny so?

Whoosh!

Between the lightning and flint, Luo Feng's figure suddenly flashed, avoiding Wan Yong's knife.

At the same time, Luo Feng drew out the ancient sword that he had picked up in Secret Realm No. 9.

Although the ancient sword has been eroded for a long time, it was once a treasure-level tattooed soldier. Luo Feng injected his strength, and the ancient sword bloomed with a desolate and cold breath that penetrated his heart.

"Break the eight shackles?" Wan Yong was slightly taken aback, and immediately understood, and laughed, "What is the ability to break the seven shackles to defeat the Tianjiao who broke the eight shackles? It turned out that it was a joke at all. You are simply a warrior who has broken the eight chains. Tsk tsk, Luo Feng, the old man has to admit that you have different talents, but unfortunately, you have gone the wrong way and betrayed the Purple God Palace."

Luo Feng waved the ancient sword, and the dazzling weapon patterns flashed, his eyes were cold, "I feel sick when I hear the word'traitor'."

Keng!

The first collision between Xueliang's long sword and ancient sword.

With a strong shock, the two figures swept back several meters at the same time.

"It seems that it is a secret treasure pattern soldier." After Wan Yong was slightly surprised, he sneered and waved his knife, and attributed all this to the ancient sword pattern in Luo Feng's hand. He was naturally preconceived and believed that Luo Feng's power was definitely not as good as his. .

Just after going through some encounters, he broke the eighth shackle again. At the beginning of the battle, Luo Feng was not eager to use his strength. His opponent was a strong man who broke the nine shackles. It happened to be used to test his own current situation. strength.

Sword confrontation!

The move was quick, and within a short time, the two fought hundreds of moves.

This scene shocked many white soldiers around.

They all know Wan Yong’s strength. Among the thousands of people in the White Army, his strength is at the top. Now he has broken the nine shackles. However, Luo Feng, this Tianjiao who has just entered the Purple God Palace, can actually follow Wan Yong fought evenly.

"Little Junior Brother, is it so powerful?" Ding Xiang's eyes widened as he couldn't believe it. At the same time, hope was rekindled in his heart. "If Junior Brother can tie Wan Yong, then, maybe there is still a chance. Break through."

Lilac clenched a heart tightly, staring intently, looking from a distance.

Suddenly, Lixiang's heart sank again.

Another direction...

Another army in white rushed.

The battle here has attracted attention, and Fuqi arrived with the white army.

When his eyes fell on the battle ahead, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Obviously, it was also extremely unexpected.

Wan Yong, it was so long that he couldn't take down the traitor Luo Feng.

call out!

Suddenly, the sharp blades of light shined doubled.

Wan Yong finally couldn't help it, and burst out the most profound meaning of the knives he mastered.

The endless light of swords is coming, covering the sky and the earth, as if to crush Luo Feng to pieces at this moment.

"Go to hell!" Wan Yong had already killed frantically, his mind was full of anger, and the martial artist who broke the nine shackles was too late to take the traitor. This was a shame for Wan Yong. .

At this moment, Wan Yong showed his killer!

He couldn't even care about capturing Luo Feng alive, the blade light contained extremely terrifying murderous intent.

Luo Feng raised his eyes and drank coldly. With a sudden stroke of the ancient sword in his hand, he used the Heaven-Rank Sword Art.

Keng! Keng! Keng!

There was a burst of crisp sound.

The sword collided violently.

Luo Feng suddenly fisted, swept across the army, and directly blasted Wan Yong out.

call out!

The ancient sword in his hand was lightly picked, Luo Feng pointed at Wan Yong, and gently shook his head, "Are you really a warrior who broke the nine shackles? This strength is also weak."