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Hearing this, several people suddenly became quiet, their bodies lurking in the dark, looking at the same direction.

It was a team that came up from the foot of the mountain, with more than ten people, each holding a baby in their hands.

Suddenly, the piercing voice of babies crying echoed in the crazy peak of the night.

"Little bastard, even dared to cry." A Duke's voice sounded, and at the same time he slapped it down, and the baby suddenly made no sound.

In the dark night, Luo Feng's eyes contained extremely cold chill.

A group of deprived people.

Even if there was no ‘Qian’s Reward’, if Luo Feng knew about this **** and brutal act, he would never sit idly by.

Tang Dal and the others also clenched their fists tightly.

If it weren't for the fear of revealing their whereabouts in advance, they might have been tempted to take action long ago and directly behead the dozen people in front of them.

"These children should be sent to the Sword Sovereign Wild Blood tonight." Zhuge Wushi took a deep breath and slowly said, "We can find a way to keep up with them and get close to Sword Sovereign Wild Blood."

Luo Feng nodded. On the Peak of Mad God, there were many fields. It was not easy to track these people.

"Everyone, follow me." Luo Feng's steps became more determined, the cold light in his eyes permeated, and the killing intent was surging.

Tonight, swear to kill the mad blood sword king.

The six figures shuttled quietly across the Crazy God Peak.

Luo Feng tried his best to crack the field, following the pace of the dozen or so people ahead.

However, as time went on, Luo Feng couldn't help but wondering.

"strange."

Luo Feng stopped abruptly, raised his head and looked around. This position was already close to the top of the Crazy God Peak.

"It stands to reason that the closer you are to the top of the mountain, the more complex the field, but I feel that the field here is obviously not as good as the place we have walked before."

Luo Feng looked in the direction where the dozen or so people were walking, and faintly saw a palace-like building, standing on the top of a sacred mountain, magnificent, like a palace in the sky.

"If there is no accident, Sword Sovereign Mad Blood will be there." Luo Feng's expression suddenly calmed down, "It seems that we are exposed."

"What!" Several people were shocked at the same time, and they looked around vigilantly.

"The sacred mountain field, it is impossible to get easier. The only possibility..." Luo Feng looked at the palace in the distance, and said lightly, "The master of the sacred mountain is controlling the sacred mountain field and deliberately allows us to walk easily. this place."

The words fell, and all around, suddenly a strange aura appeared.

Accompanied by a long laugh. "Hahaha, unexpectedly, you are young, but you know the sacred mountain field very well." The white-browed middle-aged man, carrying a divine sword on his back, strode in the air, condescending and overlooking the Luofeng people, "six people, and three Years

Qingren, dare to go to the mad mountain at night, I really admire your courage. "

Tang Dal raised his head and looked at the white-browed middle-aged man without showing any weakness, "Are you a mad blood thief?"

Hearing this, the white-browed middle-aged man looked at Tang Dal with a cold look, "Those who dare to humiliate the lord will be executed by Ling Chi.

"Then you are not the old thief of mad blood." Tang Da'er rolled his eyes, his eyes were contemptuous, "Then you are something, pretend to be here."

The face of the middle-aged man with white eyebrows turned black, and Tang Da'er's words were a little confused, but he was definitely not complimenting him.

Especially that contemptuous look made the white-browed middle-aged man feel angry.

Middle-aged white-browed man, Youbai Jianjun!

Although not one of the Fourteen Sword Sovereigns, he is also the powerhouse of the Seven Layers of Crossing Tribulation Realm.

On this mad **** peak, his strength is second only to the mad blood sword king.

His identity is the great guardian of the mad blood sect and the junior of the mad blood sword lord. "Great Guardian, these few things that do not live or die must be the **** team that spread throughout the wild blood city today." At this time, a person beside Youbai Jianjun said in a deep voice, "Directly behead them and hang them on the city wall to let the world Look, dare to mad blood

The end of Zong disrespect. "

The eyes around him suddenly contained a strong murderous intent.

"Young Master, you are careful." Zhuge Wushi's voice sounded low and at the same time, his eyes were directly at Youbai Jianjun.

Seventh Layer of Crossing Tribulation Realm!

This is their first goal tonight.

"Kill!" Youbai Jianjun looked even more cold and stern, and directly waved his hand and issued the killing order.

call out! call out! call out!

Many disciples of the wild blood sect drew their swords one after another.

Wan Jianyu is the world of swords.

In this area, almost all warriors use swords as their soldiers.

This is the domain of studying swordsmanship.

The burst of sword energy filled the world.

Luo Feng didn't dare to underestimate it. Among the people present, he and Tang Dal's realm was the weakest. These mad blood sect disciples in front of them were all capable of crossing the tribulation realm. At this moment, they swung a sword to kill, and their power should not be underestimated.

"Old man Gong, I will protect the young master, you come to kill." Zhuge Wushi said in a deep voice, and stepped to kill.

Mr. Gong's eyes burst into a blazing cold light, and his figure moved like a ghost.

"no problem."

Seventh Layer of Crossing Tribulation Realm!

As soon as Mr. Gong took the shot, Youbai Jianjun felt an inexplicable oppressive force, his pupils shrank suddenly, his expression was a little gloomy, "No wonder he dared to venture into the mad mountain at night, it turned out to be a seven-strength warrior."

The divine sword behind Youbai Jianjun suddenly unsheathed, and the forcing cold air filled the mad **** peak.

"Nine Nether Sword Technique!"

Endless strange sword energy covered it.

At the moment when the sword was released, the eyes of the white sword master seemed to be flickering with a dark cold light, and at the same time it contained strong confidence.

Nine Nether Swordsmanship, the sword has a law, the form is like Shura hell, sealing the night sky.

"Crazy Blood Sect, really is a gathering place for a group of demons." Mr. Gong's expression didn't have a trace of fear. He was in the dark abyss, but his eyes were bright and enlightened, and he had no weapons in his hands. His hands were his weapons.

Dragon Scale Arm!

In an instant, Mr. Gong's arms were covered with dragon scales, which looked like iron armor at first glance.

In Youbai Jianjun's eyes, Mr. Gong's hands were nothing more than magic weapons wearing gloves.

"My Lord will take your hands off directly." Youbai Jianjun sneered, his gaze contained contempt, and the divine sword suddenly cut down.

"The dark abyss of the Nine Nether Sword."

The 簌簌 sword intent is like endless darkness covering in an instant.

Mr. Gong directly waved his arms to greet him.

This scene, in the eyes of Youbai Jianjun, was undoubtedly an act of seeking death.

"With the mere iron armor gloves, do you want to block my Jiuyou Sword frontally?" Youbai Jianjun smiled.

The Jiuyou Sword in his hand is a magic weapon of the treasure level!

Forged by the master craftsman.

Even if the iron armor glove in the opponent's hand is a treasure, Youbai Sword Master is confident that it can easily break open.

It's too late to say, then fast. The blade cut through the darkness and slashed on the arm.