The long-lost power awakened in Luo Feng's body, and with the most domineering attitude, he instantly covered Luo Feng's whole body.
The blood-colored tattoos wrapped every inch of his skin like a devil's curse, and blood-colored steam that had never appeared before filled his pores.
That is the characteristic of the Emperor's bloodline at the expense of burning one's own blood, and it is also the first level of maturity of the Emperor's bloodline.
At this moment, Luo Feng is no longer Luo Feng, he is the king.
"You little beast, die!" Zhao Huangong screamed, stretched out one hand, and the overwhelming green light turned into a long ancient vine dragon and pounced on Jiang Fan.
This is an unreserved method from a third-level powerhouse in the realm of divine warriors.
"Pay for the Heavenly Master with your life," Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and his body suddenly disappeared on the spot, ignoring the ancient vine dragon that came to attack him.
"Go to hell!" Luo Feng was filled with hatred, and the hatred accumulated for more than a month was released at this moment.
With one step of his front foot, he stormed across the snow. Under Luo Feng's arrogant tactics, the Yamata Sword slashed straight at the giant green dragon.
"Hmph, you don't know the heights of the earth. No matter how arrogant you are, your strength is still within the Dragon Peak realm. How dare you stop me from practicing the longevity skill that I have practiced for hundreds of years?"
And Luo Feng also answered Zhao Huangong, one word...
"kill!"
The roar resounded through the sky, and the Yamata sword fell on the ancient vine dragon, suddenly erupting with a devastating shock wave.
Facing the sweeping shock wave, Zhao Huangong pushed it away with one hand and stood up to look at it. He would not be completely relieved until he saw Luo Feng die with his own eyes.
He didn't know why, but after only a few months of seeing each other, the boy he treated like a monkey seemed to feel different to him today.
Would it actually give him a sense of oppression? !
"He must be dead, right?" Zhao Huangong did not sense Luo Feng's aura.
But just as he breathed a sigh of relief and secretly laughed at himself for being unfounded, a chill suddenly fell from the sky.
"Impossible, how could he not die?" Zhao Huangong suddenly raised his head, his pupils narrowed.
All he could see was the sky, where a slender and majestic black figure, holding a sword, came crashing in like a bloodthirsty Shura with extreme fury.
"Go down and accompany the Heavenly Master, old man," Luo Feng roared, the Yamata Sword reversed, murderous and threatening.
The terrifying aura was so frightening that Zhao Huangong retreated instinctively.
But how could Luo Feng give the other party a chance to react? !
Dao Zhijian, who has bloodline and seven unique skills, used the second style of back stab to kill him.
The distance of tens of meters is just a moment.
"The speed is getting faster and faster. What's going on with the bloodline of this little beast?" Zhao Huangong frowned as the wind and snow stormed around.
A ray of cold light penetrated the wind and snow and instantly reached Zhao Huan Gong's forehead.
Zhao Huan Gong snorted coldly, and used the longevity technique again to crush Luo Feng at close range.
"Little beast, I want to see how you hide."
"Why are you hiding!" The voice echoed through the mountain stream.
All I saw was that the blood-colored tattoos on Luo Feng's body erupted with strange light, and when faced with Zhao Huangong's energy, it was directly absorbed.
Although it has not been completely absorbed, its power has been greatly weakened.
In the furious bloodline state, Luo Feng's physique has reached the level of a beast.
Ignoring Duke Zhao Huan's longevity skill, the Yamata sword stabbed out with great thirst.
"What?" Zhao Huangong was dumbfounded. He reacted instantly and hurriedly avoided Luo Feng's attack.
But the backstab is not over yet, the real killer move is yet to come.
The Baqi sword moved quickly, and as Luo Feng came behind Zhao Huangong, it headed towards Zhao Huangong's back spine.
"You..." Zhao Huangong felt the murderous intent behind him and shouted angrily, "You little beast, how dare you!"
"Why don't you dare? Kill!"
The Baqi sword stabbed Zhao Huangong's aura fiercely, and suddenly the wind pressure swept across all directions.
Zhao Huan Gong couldn't believe it even to death. He was a dignified third-level divine warrior, a first-class master in the old era.
After all, he was a figure of the same era as the old Heavenly Master, and now he was forced to such an extent by a young boy.
Luo Feng's murderous intent continues unabated, and the strength of the Emperor's bloodline continues to rise. I am afraid that even he doesn't know now that his strength is already comparable to the peak of Dragon Peak.
This kind of strength is at least enough to compete with Di Wushuang's first-level achievements in opening up the Emperor's bloodline.
The murderous intention of Baqi Taishou was overwhelming, trying to penetrate Zhao Huangong's aura.
Zhao Huangong's face was ashen and he no longer dared to raise his arms. He stretched out his palms to shake Luo Feng away.
After all, he is a Qi warrior, and facing the characteristics of Luo Feng's bloodline, he can almost be said to be restrained to death.
Coupled with the skills of the swordsman and the seven unique skills, even though there was a huge gap between him and Luo Feng in terms of cultivation, he was unable to do anything against Luo Feng for a while.
The two sides immediately formed a tug-of-war. Zhao Huangong was the hotter one than Mr. Jiang, and he saw that Luo Feng could not last long in this state.
At this moment, there were suddenly several murderous auras approaching in the distance. It was obvious that someone had heard the news and came here.
Zhao Huangong was stunned, rolled his eyes, and secretly said, "This time I came out without telling Master Qi Ba. I originally wanted to pry out the seven unique skills of the old madman from this little beast's mouth. It seems that today I won't be able to do it." ”
After weighing the pros and cons, Zhao Huangong narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Little beast, you are lucky today. I could have consumed you to death, and we will have a long time ahead."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Huangong slapped Luo Feng away with his palm. He jumped onto the treetops, looked at the approaching auras in the distance, and then retreated as quickly as possible.
Luo Feng also got up and glared at the direction Zhao Huangong left. He also knew that someone was chasing him, so he did not dare to stay at the moment. He gathered his breath and continued to run away.
…
It’s another night, and there’s still one day left until the road to purgatory begins.
Luo Feng was exhausted and hid in the cave, breathing heavily.
"I have to live, I have to become stronger, and then I can return to China alive. I absolutely can't die here!"
Luo Feng's eyes became more determined and he kept cheering himself up.
In the past, he always had his master, senior sister, and even Yin Chen to keep him safe.
So there is no scruples in doing anything.
But now he is surrounded by enemies, and the only one he can rely on is himself.
The most important thing now is to recover quickly, so Luo Feng began to sit cross-legged and meditate.
The wind and snow outside the cave seemed to be getting stronger, and occasionally the roars of wild beasts could be heard.
Suddenly at this moment, the sound of soft footsteps came from outside the snow cave.
Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the Yamata Sword was already in his hand.
"You...can pretty much run," an elegant and easy-going man's voice sounded.
Luo Feng stood up straight and looked sideways, only to see a blond man walking towards him with his hands behind his back.
It is Seliul, the descendant of a noble whose strength in the Knights Guild is second only to Arya.
Xi Liuer smiled and said, "Don't struggle needlessly. You can't escape today. You'd better go to the Knights Guild with me honestly."
"If you go just as you say, then wouldn't I be very shameless?" Luo Feng sneered.
Xi Liuer raised his eyebrows with an arrogant posture. How could he still be as low-key as before in Haihuang Pavilion? !
"You have no choice," Anxi Liuer's smile suddenly condensed, and he suddenly came to Luo Feng, "If you don't leave, you will die. Believe me, you are more important to me than squeezing an ant to death." Simple."
"Really?" Suddenly at this moment, a young man's voice came from outside the cave, "Can you try to move him?"
"Who?" Xi Liuer turned around in surprise.
I saw that the forces of Langya Guild had also arrived, and the freckled young man at the head walked in and said indifferently, "Whoever dares to touch him will be killed without mercy!"
