"Lao Luo, it's up to you."
Tong Jiuyou's body fell rapidly, turning into flames and disappearing into the sky full of sword energy.
Can! But the voice lingered deep in Luo Feng's mind for a long time.
Luo Feng didn't answer, he concentrated on the sword, his eyes filled with divine light.
Accompanied by Dao Zhijian's fourth form of returning to the sea.
A beam of light soared into the sky, like a carp leaping through the Dragon Gate and passing through the five-layered Rashomon Gate.
"Roar!"
The sword energy soared into the sky, shaking the space, and the majestic power was directed towards the group of falling swords through the shattered sea of blood.
"boom!"
The ultimate sword energy was intertwined, the space was sharply distorted, and the wind pressure surged crazily in all directions.
Such power alarmed Ji Ye in the deepest part of Jiuchong Mountain.
"Master, this aura is the blood of the Ji family," said an old man in white beside him.
"The little beast is here after all. I want to see how capable he is."
The sword energy intertwined, the storm swept the heaven and earth, and the mountains and rivers collapsed.
Luo Feng swayed in the wind, actually blocking the group of heaven-defying swords.
He transformed into a god king, pointing directly at the black-haired old man on the top of the mountain with one hand, his eyes as calm as a mirror lake.
"My little friend Penetrating Sword Intent has finally mastered it. It's a pity that he has such attainments at such a young age."
"Today, if you don't come here, when you break through the Nine Nether Realm, with your ability, you will definitely become the next Ji Zhantian."
The black-haired old man held his beard and sighed three times in succession.
The voice was ethereal and powerful, expressing envy for the blood of the new era and deep regret for Luo Feng.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die," Luo Feng's voice shook the world, and his black hair danced wildly.
Luo Feng moved.
Stepping on the divine walking step, his body transformed into a bolt of lightning that passed through the storm and headed straight for Ah San who looked like a dead tree on the top of the mountain.
The black-haired old man shook his head, couldn't bear to close his eyes, and pointed at the void with his finger as a sword.
"boom!"
All he saw was a rain of swords appearing all over the sky, and his understanding of the way of the sword filled everything he raised his hands and feet.
The mahogany sword in Luo Feng's hand was shaking violently. Even if the opponent was powerful, he would kill him today.
The "sword net" of the seventh sword in the Twelve Sword Box exploded with unprecedented power under the transparent sword intention.
The swords from both sides collided fiercely.
Luo Feng roared in the storm, and the blood of the Ji family boiled rapidly, pushing Luo Feng to a higher level.
"My little friend, why are you so stubborn? You have such a talent, it's such a pity to die here."
The black-haired old man sighed, "Swordsmen in the new era are already rare. You will become a great master in the future, so why show off your courage now."
"I've already released the water, you can go."
"Don't leave!" Luo Feng gritted his teeth and raised his hand in front of the old man, using his heaven-defying attack technique.
This huge gap is ultimately difficult to bridge.
After several breaths, Luo Feng's sword net was finally unable to resist, and his body was penetrated by a sword energy, nailing him to the mountain.
"ah!"
The young man's screams echoed in the mountain stream, but his fighting spirit became stronger.
"Little friend!" A trace of anger flashed across the face of the black-haired old man, "Why are you so stubborn? Leave quickly."
"Don't leave," Luo Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were bloodthirsty. He endured the severe pain and pulled out the sword energy, dragging his seriously injured body to move again.
His body passed through the ruins and rocks. The young man held the blood-stained mahogany sword and shuttled at high speed, once again running towards the black-haired old man to kill.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I died sixteen years ago, and today I am here to repay my last kindness," Luo Feng's sorrowful voice echoed in the heaven and earth.
"Ji Ziming, today I will repay you for giving birth to me. In ancient times, we cut flesh to repay mother, and eviscerate bones to repay father. I, Luo Feng, owe you everything I owe you. Now I will repay you completely."
"Stubborn, in that case, you... go ahead."
The black-haired old man slowly closed his eyes, and the black and yellow air above his head rose into the sky.
The mountain collapsed and turned into a towering stone sword.
Luo Feng's body exploded with a storm, and the peach wood sword in his hand twisted and stirred.
"The ninth form of the Twelve Sword Box, giant sword."
"boom!"
The sword energy condensed from the peach wood sword turned into a giant sword.
The two swords faced each other in the air, the divine power intertwined in the storm.
Luo Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his clothes were dyed red.
His body was severely injured, and he was beginning to use offensive techniques one after another, which was starting to become a bit too much for him.
"This is..." The black-haired old man's face changed slightly and he stood up suddenly.
He looked at Luo Feng's giant sword and shouted angrily, "This is the ninth form of the Twelve Sword Box, kid, who taught you this!"
Without answering, Luo Feng mobilized his sea of energy and took action again.
"Twelve Sword Box Tenth Style, Ask the Sky!"
"boom!"
A sword energy soared into the sky, as if it was about to penetrate the sky.
"Wentian, this is Wentian!" The black-haired old man was moved and looked at Luo Feng in surprise, "Do you know the owner of the twelve sword boxes, Kui Peishan? Who are you?"
The stone sword above his head shook the black-haired old man's mind violently.
"He is the benefactor who taught me the Twelve Sword Box."
"Well... benefactor!" The black-haired old man was startled, and tears suddenly fell from his eyes.
The black-haired old man looked up to the sky and cried sadly, "Brother Kui, it turns out you are still alive. It's great, it's really great."
"Why did you abandon the sword casket and retreat from the world? I thought you had died. I didn't expect you. I didn't expect you were still alive."
"But why didn't you tell Ah San when you were alive? Ah San suffered so much from being deceived by you."
The black-haired old man was so excited that he stumbled and rolled down from the boulder. He covered his wrinkled old face on the ground and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Brother Kui, without you, Ah San's sword would have become rusty long ago. He would have lived a miserable life and became a celebrity in the Miller family."
Luo Feng was stunned and didn't know how to react for a moment.
"Little friend, where is my brother Kui now?" The black-haired old man stood up staggeringly, with an excited smile in his tears.
"Old Mr. Kuipeishan is with a man named Wei Meiniang from the Hongyan Guild in Wufang Mountain."
"Okay, great, I have hope. Brother Kui, maybe this is God's will. I met the descendant of your Twelve Sword Box. This is God's will for you and me to reunite again."
"My friend, I won't fight, I won't fight," the black-haired old man dispersed his stone sword and sat slumped on the ground in the storm.
Luo Feng didn't have time to think about the reason. Since the other party wanted to let him go, it was of course the best thing.
"Thank you!" Luo Feng bowed and looked firmly into the depths of Jiuchong Mountain.
"Little friend, there are many dangers inside. There are strong men from the Ji family and the Miller family sitting there. You can't get in," the black-haired old man said.
"You have to go in even if you can't get in."
"Why?"
"I owe someone a favor, and I'm here to pay it back today," Luo Feng said with firm eyes.
Ji Ziming sacrificed the blood of the Ji family for herself again and again.
He wanted to ask the other party why, if she hated herself so much, she behaved in a manner inconsistent with hers over and over again.
"Okay," the black-haired old man wiped the tears from his eyes and got up from the ground.
"For Brother Kui's sake, Asan, please give me a helping hand."
"Bold Ah San, do you want to betray the Miller family?"
Deep in Jiuchong Mountain, everyone in the Miller family came after hearing the news.
Outside the mountain, only two men who exuded a terrifying aura and had reached the level of the Four Nether Cave masters were seen glaring at them.
"Little friend, what's your name?" The black-haired old man ignored the two Millers and stood in front of Luo Feng, his voice was cool and relieved.
"Boy Luo Feng."
"Okay, little friend Luo Feng, since you have learned the Twelve Sword Boxes, you are one of my own. Just move forward, and Ah San will open up a new world for you."
"Thank you, senior, for helping me. Luo Feng will definitely repay this kindness a hundred times in the future."
Luo Feng knelt down on the top of the mountain, kowtowed three times to the black-haired old man, and suddenly stood up and headed towards the Miller family outside the mountain.
"My little friend, just leave and don't look back. If Ah San dies here today, please tell Brother Kui that Ah San has always been thinking about Brother Kui. Since I am afraid there will be no chance to see him again in this life, I will recognize him as my eldest brother in the next life."
"good."
"Little friend Luo Feng, let me show you the sword master's life-threatening sword. Don't blink. Remembering this feeling will be of great help to you in understanding the sword's intention."
"boom!"
The heaven and earth shook, the black-haired old man soared into the sky, and his sword energy turned into the power of the Great Wall, like a divine weapon coming to the world.
