Son-in-law Dan Zun

"apologize?"

Hearing this, Ning Daofeng's hideous face suddenly became dark and terrible, "I'm afraid you won't have the life to accept it."

Luo Wushu has no waves and is noncommittal.

With the cultivation base of Ning Daofeng in the early stage of the imperial stage, even with the blessing of the nine-stripe dragon divine sword, his strength is at best comparable to the middle stage of the imperial stage.

With many methods, he is not incapable of fighting.

"Zizi!"

Luo Wushu stretched out his palm.

An icy blue flame emerged from his palm, jumping, and filled with a heart-palpitating wave.

"Skyfire?"

Ning Daofeng's gaze suddenly condensed.

In the Arctic City, his clone was annihilated by this icy blue flame, how could he not be impressed.

It was just that that day, his weak clone had time to react and was immediately annihilated.

"boom!"

The icy blue flame, rising against the storm, seemed to sweep across the entire world in an instant, drowning towards Ning Daofeng's figure.

For a time, the space the two of them were in seemed to be transformed into an absolute flame world.

"A heavy dragon pattern, the Qianlong goes out of the abyss!"

Ning Daofeng gave a low voice.

As he raised his hand, there was a dragon pattern on the Nine-Stripe Dragon God Sword that shining brightly.

The sword slashed out, as if it turned into a real dragon traveling through the endless sea of ​​fire, resisting the power of the ice-blue flame, and slaying towards Luo Wushu.

Luo Wushu's eyes were cold, the purple blood sword crossed the void, and a spatial divine sword traversed the void and landed on the dragon's body.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The violent collision sound erupted, and there was a roar from the real dragon's mouth, as if groaning.

Ning Daofeng's eyes showed a different color, but he was not surprised. This was the first dragon pattern.

If it is so easy, it would be defeated by Luo Wushu. Doesn't it appear that the nine-patterned dragon sword is of overkill.

"Double dragon pattern, dragon walks and tigers step!"

Another dragon pattern lights up on the nine-patterned dragon **** sword.

Immediately, a violent dragon whizzed away, Zhu Xiang Luo Wushu with its teeth and claws.

Luo Wushu marched forward with his sword, and under the Purple Blood Sword, a terrifying storm of swordsmanship condensed and swept out.

"boom!"

The violent dragon collided with the sword storm, but it was only an instant effort, and it was once again torn and annihilated.

Although Ning Daofeng was slightly surprised, it was not unacceptable.

"Triple dragon pattern, the dragon fights in the wild!"

"Quadruple dragon pattern, Long Xiao Tiantian!"

"Five dragons, do not use Qianlong!"

On the nine-patterned dragon **** sword, a series of dragon patterns lit up one after another, exploding with a monstrous destructive power.

However, what was shocking was that Luo Wushu was still intercepted methodically.

He seems to be an undefeated sword god.

Even the flame world shrouded by Burning Sky Ice Blue Flame still exists there, without being broken.

Ning Daofeng's expression finally changed completely.

How could Luo Wushu's strength be so strong?

Could it be that when dealing with the soul cloud, his strength was far from being displayed to the extreme?

In the early human emperor realm, he was afraid that even the strong in the human emperor would be able to kill with the help of the nine-stripe dragon divine sword.

However, there is no such thing as Luo Wushu.

Only Luo Wushu at the pinnacle of the Soul Realm.

Luo Wushu, how evil is it...

"Six-layer dragon pattern, flying dragon..." Ning Daofeng looked savage, his eyes shocked the sky, extremely crazy.

At this moment, he had only one thought, and that was that Luo Wushu was bound to be killed.

However, he has not activated the sixth dragon pattern on the Nine-Stripe Dragon God Sword, and the picture in front of him has directly changed...

It turned out that Luo Wushu seemed to be strong, but in fact it was just a duck with a hard mouth, holding on to himself.

When he was about to urge the sixth way, Luo Wushu directly spit out a mouthful of blood, his breath became lethargic.

In an instant, his face was pale as paper.

Upon seeing this, Ning Daofeng was suddenly overjoyed, his sorrowful eyes were full of joy, and he shouted:

"Kneel down!"

The overbearing voice seems to be breathtaking.

When the voice fell, in front of Ning Daofeng's eyes, the heavily injured Luo Wushu directly bowed his head in front of him and knelt down.

And, begging for mercy came from the mouth.

"Spare...Spare!"

"Hahaha..." Ning Daofeng's eyes were full of joy, and he looked at Luo Wushu sarcastically.

"This is the end of your offending my weapon sect."

"As Yihan said, I have never been able to offend my Qi Sect without dying, even if you Luo Wushu has three heads and six arms, it is no exception."

"Be careful!" However, at this time, Ning Daofeng faintly heard a familiar voice.

It was Han Yihan's voice.

However, this voice seems to come from another space.

Ning Daofeng's figure trembled suddenly, like an electric shock, and his pupils suddenly stared completely round.

He suddenly reacted, he should be using the sixth epee trick of the Nine-Stripe Dragon God Sword, ‘Flying Dragon in the Sky’.

Moreover, Yiluo's bonelessness, even if he was seriously injured, how could he kneel to him so easily.

You know, Luo Wushu six months ago didn't even reach the True Spirit Realm.

But in the face of Soul Hall's Lord Soul, he would rather die than kneel down.

And how can he compare with the master of the soul palace, Soul Hao.

"Illusion...Illusory Realm?"

Ning Daofeng woke up like a dream, and quickly slammed Luo Wushu in front of him.

However, just as the corpse of Luo Wushu in the illusion separated, outside, Ning Daofeng's limbs flew out almost at the same time.

There are more than a dozen sword lights running through his chest.

"what……"

A screaming scream came out instinctively.

Ning Daofeng's mouth was full of blood vomiting wildly, and the illusion constructed by the Nine Nether Heaven's Illusion Flame was actually no more than a breath of effort.

And Han Yihan's reminder was extremely fast.

However, how could it be faster than Luo Wushu's sword.

"boom!"

An even more frightening icy blue flame swept across, drowning the bodies of the two of them.

At this time, Luo Wushu's palm was another burst of devouring power.

For Luo Wushu, the power of devouring the general power is minimal, and he doesn't bother to use the big devouring technique.

But Ning Daofeng in the early stages of the Human Emperor Realm was a great supplement to it.

That level of improvement is by no means inferior to refining Moshuang Baolan.

Moreover, there will only be too many things.

"you……"

"what……"

Ning Daofeng still wanted to speak, but saw Luo Wushu's heart move, another sword pierced into his mouth.

Blood gurgled and tongue broke.

His face became ugly, like a ghost.

Whatever he wanted to say, he could only die in his belly, and could no longer speak a word.

No one knows how frustrated Ning Daofeng is at this time.

He has thought of himself dying vigorously, and he has also thought about himself, retreating to death.

The only thing I didn't think about was that I would die so suffocated.

Holding the nine-patterned dragon **** sword, he should be able to kill Luo Wushu.

However, he was careless for a while, and affected by the illusion, he didn't even have the opportunity to fully unleash the power of the nine-stripe dragon divine sword.

He, unwilling...

At this moment, Ning Daofeng had no resistance, and soon, all the mana remaining in his body was swallowed.

When the flames dissipated, his body, which looked like a ghost, with severed limbs, had already fallen from the void.

The unusually **** and tragic scene fell into the eyes of everyone, making many people feel scalp numb, as if a cold air could not help but burst from the soles of their feet, directly towards the sky.

"Is this guy a human or a devil?"

Many eyes looked at Luo Wushu's spotless white figure, with a look of fear in his eyes.

Just looking at Luo Wushu's handsome appearance, it is hard to imagine that he would treat his enemies so **** and cruelly.

Luo Wushu naturally didn't care about the thoughts in everyone's mind. Since he was an enemy, would he still care about the dignity of the other party's death?

Of course, he did not deliberately torture Ning Daofeng.

However, in order to make Ning Daofeng, there is no resistance.

You can forcibly swallow his power, and choose such a bloody, but simple and rude way, to hit him badly.

Luo Wushu put away the nine-patterned dragon divine sword as a trophy.

Feeling the mana that has been refined again in the body, the corner of his mouth swept slightly.

Immediately, his gaze swept towards the soul cloud, as well as the crowd of the soul hall and the tool sect, and smiled faintly.

"Now, is it time for you?"