Son-in-law Dan Zun

"boom!"

When Fang Tianhuaji slammed into the kendo storm, the world seemed to tremble violently.

at the same time.

There are still countless destructive offensives, which continue to come, and Luo Wushu will be completely buried under the offensive.

"Little beast, I don't believe that you can still die like this!"

In the Fallen Leaves Sect and other forces, many strong people have icy faces.

At the same time, it was also greatly shocked by Luo Wushu's strength.

If it wasn't for watching Luo Wushu keep getting stronger with his own eyes, who would dare to believe that Luo Wushu just stepped into the real fairyland a month ago?

"roll!"

At this moment, a icy roar suddenly came from within the kendo storm.

In an instant, the storm rioted.

It turned into an endless sword of destruction, raging out, affecting the entire battlefield.

Nie Feng's figure that was like a broken bamboo was shaken back, and there were several sword marks on his body, which was quite embarrassing.

As for the other proud sons, on the battlefield, they retreated in embarrassment and joined forces to resist the raging sword light of destruction.

But even so, there were still people who were seriously injured and vomited blood.

The sudden scene made the eyes of many people freeze there again.

In their opinion, Luo Wushu seemed to have resolved the alliance of many proud sons with just one word.

And, also in color.

"You..." Nie Feng's cold eyes were full of shock.

He was thinking, if he was alone, would he be directly defeated by Luo Wushu's counterattack?

"Don't be afraid, you will only be more desperate in a while!" Luo Wushu spit out a voice indifferently.

In the next instant, his figure turned into a sword light and shot out.

A corner of the battlefield.

Liu Chendong's face was horrified, and he shouted coldly: "What kind of skill is it to take action against me, if you have the courage to deal with Nie Feng first!"

The corner of Luo Wushu's mouth swept a stern smile, "But, I just like to pinch soft persimmons!"

"you…"

laugh!

A sword light and cold, blood splattered.

Liu Chendong wanted to say more, but the head had already flown out.

Although his cultivation level is not weaker than Luo Wushu's, he has no power to parry in front of Luo Wushu's sure-kill sword.

far away.

Bai Qingcang's fists could not help clenching tightly, and a cold killing intent emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Luo Wushu killed another of his apprentices.

Moreover, Liu Chendong's talent is much stronger than Jiang Lisheng's.

The other powerhouses in Tiandaomen naturally didn't know that Bai Qingcang had a relationship with Luo Wushu.

But at this moment, they are also angry.

This Luo Wushu is really deceiving.

Pick soft persimmons?

In their eyes, Tiandaomen are just soft persimmons?

"Because the strength of the proud sons of the Tianhuangyu sect is strong, I will no longer control the power in the following battles."

"If you are afraid of dying on the battlefield, you can choose to take the initiative to leave the battlefield."

Another voice came out of Luo Wushu's mouth.

Since these people chose to join forces with Nie Feng, he would naturally not be as polite as before.

With Liu Chendong's lessons learned, many people immediately retreated.

Strictly speaking, their strength is not much different from Liu Chendong.

That is to say, if Luo Wushu insisted on killing them, there would be no resistance at all.

"I'm not qualified to participate in this battle!" Some proud people voluntarily retreated from the battlefield.

But there are also some whose expressions have become more icy.

Luo Wushu is really too arrogant!

Actually arrogant, he has been controlling the power before.

Who do you believe this to?

"Go!"

Nie Feng shouted coldly.

On Fang Tianhua's halberd, there was an extremely gorgeous golden light blooming, and he took the lead and killed Luo Wushu.

Although he was furious and killing intent was rampant, Nie Feng's heart was like a mirror.

At this time, you must take the initiative to stand up and stabilize the belief that these people join forces.

"Hidden Heaven Sword!"

As soon as Luo Wushu thought about it, a terrifying sword light came from above the sky, knocking Fang Tianhua halberd back.

And he himself was plundered again.

Chi Chi Chi! !

The blood kept shooting.

As soon as they met, several people fell with hatred.

If someone observes carefully, they will find that these people are the proud sons of various forces who have conflicted with Luo Wushu.

Many proud sons have all changed their colors.

Even those saint characters were afraid of Luo Wushu.

This guy, on the surface, always looks light and harmless to humans and animals.

But when he actually killed someone, he didn't blink at all.

He was far more terrifying than someone like Nie Feng, who was both happy and angry.

"Dog chops, you try again!"

Nie Feng drank in the cold and cold, and along with his arm trembling, a golden storm gathered on Fang Tianhuaji and killed Luo Wushu.

"Jiuxiao Storm Halberd!"

Luo Wushu stopped the killing figure, and there was a rare seriousness in his eyes.

But that's about it.

Under the impetus of the inextinguishable sword body, Luo Wushu's body has a maddening flow of the sword of destruction.

He raised his fingers and slashed out like a sword.

Tear!

Heaven and earth open a straight line.

I saw a cold light running through the sky and falling on the golden storm.

A loud bang erupted.

The storm was torn apart under the sword, and then Nie Feng's figure shot backwards in a panic, with blood spitting out from his mouth.

"How can it be?"

The vast world is full of vibrating uproars.

It would be fine if Luo Wushu used more powerful means.

However, it was still such an understatement.

Even without using the Immortal Tool, he directly crushed Nie Feng.

The same pride, can there really be such a big gap in strength?

"Don't worry, it's not time for us to end it completely!" Luo Wushu glanced at Nie Feng.

Immediately, he slaughtered the other proud sons again.

"Do not…"

"I quit!"

"Apart from you, no one else is qualified to be the Son of God."

More and more proud sons left the battlefield in a hurry.

The proud sons of these days of barren land, how decisive and high-spirited battle they are when they play.

Then when you retreated, how embarrassed and frightened.

Luo Wushu is too scary.

Although they have a cultivation base that is not weaker than Luo Wushu, they only know when they really compete for strength that they are at best stronger ants.

Calling them turkeys is a compliment to them.

Soon, only Nie Feng and Luo Wushu were left on the mighty battlefield.

Others, or retreat from the battlefield.

Or, drink hate on the spot.

"You...you..." Nie Feng glared angrily at the figures that left, his expression extremely gloomy.

How can he fight alone?

"Isn't it good?" Luo Wushu looked at Nie Feng lightly.

"Only the two of you and me are left, so you can settle without distractions, isn't the grievance between you and me?"

Nie Feng: "…"