Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

boom! boom! boom!

The battlefield was expanding. The Devil's Peak had already collapsed, and rubble was everywhere. Even, where the Devil's Peak was originally, a huge deep pit appeared with a gurgling out of the basement, and then under the influence of the tyrannical force, it splashed everywhere.

"Retreat, retreat quickly." Yan Sanshi commanded the Shenlong Legion and quickly arranged the martial artists around to retreat again.

The scope of the war is getting wider and wider.

In particular, Yan Moxie's Big Sun Demon Flame Fist is powerful and at the same time, the demon flame gas released is also highly poisonous. Ordinary martial artists, as long as they touch and breathe in a little, they will die.

In the course of the battle, there were already several warriors who had strong curiosity and stood relatively high, and died of unfavorable lives.

"For these people, the excitement is more important than life?" Jiu Chi Old Road couldn't help shaking his head.

Master Yan San was also helpless. Some people did take big risks and did not want to back too much.

"We just do our duty."

Master Yan looked solemnly at the battlefield in the distance, "I don't know if Luo Feng can deal with this evil demon."

Jiu Chi is also worried.

The power displayed by Yan Moxie is too strong. From the battle up to this point, Yan Moxie has always had the upper hand. In most cases, Luo Feng is more passive defense, which is really worrying.

"However, Luo Feng's expression is still very calm, he still has his hole cards." Jiu Chi said in a deep voice.

boom!

The two figures separated again.

"You really surprised me." Yan Moxie's eyes squinted, staring coldly at Luo Feng, his fist seemed to be beating with black magic flames, "Since you killed my two followers, then I can give you An opportunity to be my servant will save you from death."

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes.

At this moment of the war, Yan Moxie actually developed a ‘heart of love for talent’ towards himself?

"The graves of ten girls and babies in Zhaojia Village need your head to worship." Luo Feng said calmly and indifferently, "Otherwise, I, Luo Feng, can't help the ten innocent little lives."

call out!

In Luo Feng's hand, the Jiuli Sacred Sword appeared, and the blue light of the sword pierced the sky and let out a long and earth-shattering moan. The air was shaking violently. Luo Feng's knife seemed to be enough to split the world in half.

At the same time, Luo Feng's palm flipped, and another drop of ancestral blood appeared and quickly merged into Luo Feng's blood.

"Relying on the ancestor's shade, I can barely deal with it for a few rounds." Seeing this scene, Yan Moxie sneered, his eyes flashed with disdain, "I want to see, you have a few drops of ancestral blood for you to squander."

Woo!

Yan Moxie's figure passed by, turned into black streamer, jet black fist marks, and descended again.

Luo Feng swung his knife with a cold face.

Knife Light Phantom!

In an instant, countless sword lights covered it and went away, fiercely domineering, facing the sky full of fist marks.

The sharpness of the mythological pattern of soldiers, like a broken bamboo.

One by one, the black fist marks were cut to pieces.

"I have ancestors to rely on, do you have?" Luo Feng despised Yan Moxie.

A flash of anger flashed through Yan Moxie's eyes.

He really didn't.

In the demon clan in the ancient years, there may have been peerless powerful men who can leave ancestral blood to shade the offspring, but that is definitely not Jiuyou Peak.

Otherwise, Jiuyou Peak would not rank sixth among the Eleven Peaks of the Demon Race.

Luo Feng's words also had the meaning of temptation.

As far as he knows, in the world of hell, only the strong of Luo and Chu have left ancestral blood.

He didn't know the depth of the demons.

However, Luo Feng believed that ancestral blood must also exist in the demons.

Looking at Yan Moxie's face, he was in a bloodline without ancestral blood.

"It seems that I'm right. Jiuyoufeng's position in the Demon Race is not that great." Luo Feng sneered, and pointed at Yan Moxie, "Then, what right do you have to be crazy in front of me?"

call out! call out! call out! call out!

The sharpness of the Jiuli Saint Knife is revealed.

The light of the knife was dazzling, turning into a series of gorgeous colorful clouds.

Dao Jue, Jiuli!

call!

Between the lightning and flint, Yan Moxie took out a mythological pattern soldier in his hand. The blood-colored spear was sharp and sharp. The pattern on it shone dazzlingly. The pattern on the Taoist device revolved, seemingly splashed with blood.

"Flying Demon Thirteen Thorns."

Yan Moxie's figure moved and turned into black lightning. The blood-colored spear in his hand burst out terrifying energy. The area covered by the blood-colored spear was like a sea of ​​blood, ready to swallow people in.

Luo Feng swung his knife to deal with Yan Moxie.

Between the electric light and flint, Luo Feng's eyes were beating with golden flames, and two substantial golden light beams shot out.

Fiery eyes!

boom!

A roar broke out in the air.

At the same time, Luo Feng's thoughts turned into thunder.

The invisible thunder is like a weird long snake, directly in Yan Moxie's mind.

boom!

Luo Feng's pupils shrank slightly.

In Yan Moxie's mind, there was a mysterious power that blocked this offensive.

"You turned out to be a spiritual master!" At this moment, Yan Moxie's eyes finally changed, showing shock, staring at Luo Feng in disbelief.

He knows the existence of the spiritual master, then he also knows the power of the spiritual master.

The attack method of the spiritual master is undefeable and extremely powerful.

However, Yan Moxie also knew how rare a spiritual master was.

As far as he knew, the demons, the spiritual masters that existed in this world, could only be counted.

Boom boom boom!

The invisible thunder impacted Yan Moxie's mental power.

Yan Moxie calmed down quickly and looked at Luo Feng's eyes with joking and contempt, "It turned out to be just an incompetent spiritual master. You can't even dream of it. I have a Horcrux and protect my soul."

Luo Feng raised his eyebrows lightly.

Horcrux!

He heard it for the first time.

However, he immediately understood the role of Horcrux.

As the name suggests, protect the soul.

In Yan Moxie's mind, the invisible barrier must be the Horcrux he was talking about.

call out!

Luo Feng's expression did not change, he raised his hand and waved his sword, and the sharp blades swept across.

At the same time, fully mobilize the mental power amplitude.

Turn thunder in one thought!

One thought turns away from fire!

One thought turns water arrow!

Boom boom boom!

The three merged, like three sharp knives, piercing the soul of Yan Moxie.

This was Luo Feng's first full use of the method of the spiritual master.

Luo Feng's mental power amplitude has reached close to five thousand, and he wants to see if the so-called Horcrux on Yan Moxie's body can stop him from thinking about it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yan Moxie's complexion finally changed. At this moment, he felt a sudden splitting headache.

Cracks appeared in the Horcrux covering his soul...

This is not something he can manipulate at all.

Horcrux specifically resists the attacks of the spiritual master. This kind of guardian equipment is also forged by a spiritualist. Yan Moxie is not a spiritualist, so he can't control the Horcrux at all to make it play the best effect. At this moment, it is like a storm of mental power in Luofeng. Next, Yan Moxie is about to collapse!