The Strongest Mad Emperor in History

Huh huh!

The fierce sword aura, like a surging river, raged in the blood-clothed man's body, madly destroying the blood-clothed man's body.

"Wow—"

The blood-clothed man uttered a scream, his whole person could not move, and the breath of life was rapidly weakening.

At this moment, Lu Feng attached to the blood-clothed man's ear and whispered:

"Die!"

Before he finished his words, he squeezed the hands of the broadsword and twisted it sharply.

"Boom!"

With a huge explosion, the blood-clothed man's body suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood, carrying evil power, splashing in all directions.

Lu Feng immediately mobilized his Yuan Li to form an invisible barrier in front of him, trying to block the blood mist.

However, the blood mist is highly corrosive, and as soon as it touches the Yuanli Barrier, it will corrode the Yuanli Barrier.

Before Lu Feng came back to his senses, a lot of blood mist had already splashed on Lu Feng's face, neck and body.

Suddenly, Lu Feng became a blood man, looking terrible.

"Damn it."

The corner of Lu Feng's mouth twitched.

He only knew that there was a kind of evil power in the flesh and blood of the blood-clothed people, but he didn't expect that this kind of evil power could actually corrode the vitality.

But Lu Feng didn't care about it either.

The killing he had experienced when he was young was much more tragic than this.

With a thought of Lu Feng, he mobilized the power of water between the heaven and the earth, forming a huge drop of water on the top of his head, and the next moment it washed down like a waterfall, submerging Lu Feng.

In just a few breaths, Lu Feng's body became very clean, and the whole person looked spotless.

Lu Feng hugged his arms and looked forward with cold eyes.

There was a blood-red light floating there, the size of a fist, bright and dark, it was the soul of the blood-clothed man.

As long as the soul exists, then the blood-clothed man can be resurrected. It is reasonable to say that the blood-clothed soul should try its best to escape.

However, this primordial spirit did not run away, but hovered quietly in mid-air, seeming to be looking at Lu Feng.

"Oh?"

There was a surprised expression on Lu Feng's face.

"Since you don't run, then I will send you on the road."

The next moment, he raised his right hand and pointed his palm at the soul.

But at this moment, a hoarse, dry laugh suddenly came from the soul: "Jie Jie Jie, Lu Feng, your body, I want it."

After that, it turned into a streamer and rushed towards Lu Feng!

Lu Feng's face changed slightly without any hesitation. At that time, he shook hands and fisted, and blasted at the soul of the blood-clothed man!

boom!

The pure power turned into a flood visible to the naked eye, drowning, tearing, and destroying the soul of the blood-clothed man.

In the end, the soul of the blood-clothed man was annihilated three feet away in front of Lu Feng and turned into nothingness.

At this point, the body and soul of the blood-clothed man were wiped out and completely fallen!

"call!"

Lu Feng let out a sigh of relief, with a relieved expression on his face.

He is only the quasi-wu emperor, and the blood-clothed man is a genuine Wu emperor powerhouse, if it were not for the latter's carelessness, then he would never have won.

"Actually, it's okay if Pharaoh doesn't come."

Lu Feng glanced at the distant horizon and grinned.

The next moment I sat down cross-legged, intending to adjust my breath.

However, Lu Feng just closed his eyes...

"thump!"

The heart beat suddenly and violently, as if it was about to explode!

"Um?!"

Lu Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw that my body actually climbed out of **** lines!

"this?"

A look of astonishment appeared on Lu Feng's face.