Mountains rise from the ground, and cold winds linger on the tops of peaks that tower thousands of meters above the earth.
A young man with black hair sat cross-legged, his expression extremely calm.
Beside him stood the mountain top, flashing with dark light.
Black mist lingers in all directions, waiting for millions of troops to come.
Golden light flashed across the sky ahead, and the forces of the Ghana Empire, led by Yi Leon, finally caught up with Luo Feng.
As the void was torn apart, roars like swallowing mountains and rivers expressed the anger of the Ghana Empire, vowing to kill Luo Feng in this area.
"Ji Wudao, why didn't you run away?" Yi Leon put his hands behind his back and said with a smile.
The cold wind howled, but Luo Feng smiled faintly, "Why are you running?"
"It seems like you are pretending to be a fool. Stop pretending. You are no match for me now."
"Really?" Luo Feng raised the corners of his mouth and pointed his sword towards the sky with one hand.
A burst of roars of dragons and tigers rippled through the mountains and rivers, and the shape of fifty swords that grew once again suddenly appeared from the sky in the eyes of everyone. A strong wind took hold, and the sword energy surpassed the nine states.
Luo Feng stood up slowly, holding the reverse scale in his hand, and attached the sword intent to his whole body.
"Just come here, I will kill you with one sword and leave no trace behind!"
Luo Feng said proudly, and the fifty sword shapes above his head erupted into a blue-gold tide. The gorgeous sword body was lingering with the breath of fire phoenix and flowing with scarlet light.
This made Luo Feng even more powerful, and the unparalleled new power of the Ji family bloodline underwent earth-shaking changes.
At this moment, Luo Feng was alone and helpless, but his pride soared into the sky, and there was no fear in his eyes.
Seeing Luo Feng's indifference, the thoughtful Yi Leon was slightly startled and looked at Luo Feng suspiciously.
Recalling Luo Feng's terrifying posture one Sunday made him shudder.
At this time, the two people's moods were completely different.
Luo Feng is a caged animal. The so-called rabbit bites when it is anxious. Anyone who stands in Luo Feng's position at this time must be prepared to die, and of course the other party must pay for it on the premise of dying. A terrible price.
But Leon is different.
He has comprehended the seeds of the Mysterious Realm, and entering the Mysterious Realm is just around the corner.
If he rushes in recklessly, the price will undoubtedly be something he cannot afford.
After all, this hundred-year-old old monster at the peak of Liuyoudong is afraid of the advanced form of gods.
He stared at Luo Feng coldly, trying to see a hint of uneasiness and fear in Luo Feng's eyes that should have appeared at this age.
but none.
The twenty-four-year-old young man's eyes were extremely calm, like crystal clear lake water, with the gentle breeze blowing and the ripples round and round.
"This kid... is definitely a ghost," Lord Yileon frowned, and the sky shook.
Twelve golden flags emerged from the clouds like ancient warships, turning into the vision of twelve golden knights, crushing the void.
He blocked this space to prevent Luo Feng from using the void escape technique to leave.
Can! Luo Feng didn't seem to have this intention, but laughed heartily with unconcealable disdain.
"You are also the King of Ice after all, a hundred-year-old Nine Nether Realm in the old era, the peak of the Six Nether Cave, and the supreme king who is about to enter the Mysterious Realm. Why are you so afraid of me, a new era brat in my early twenties? Well, I am only at the peak level of Eryou Cave in the Nine Nether Realm."
This ruthless comparison and ridicule undoubtedly aroused the anger of Lord Yileon.
Can! But he actually retreated behind Deimos and said in a deep voice, "Go, I can help you if there is a change. I suspect this kid has a trump card."
Luo Feng's impression is that this kid is full of ten thousand bad bugs in his belly, full of tricks and treacherous changes.
He didn't dare take the risk.
"To deal with you now, I'm afraid that word will spread that I can't win with force. Although I am a warrior, I am also the king of the Kingdom of Ice. I want to consider the dignity of the empire. You can fight with my son."
Deimos was slightly startled and looked at his father in surprise.
What does it mean?
Your cultivation level is so much higher than mine. Are you trying to push your biological son out to test the waters?
Timos' face looked a little ugly.
Even though he was a Jiuyou strongman in the early stage of Wuyou Cave, he still saw how Luo Feng almost knocked the shit out of the insurmountable mountain "Smedley" a week ago.
Dimos secretly clenched his fists. He really wanted to lie in the ear of his father, Lord Yileon, and say, "Listen to me, thank you. Because of you, the four seasons have been warmed..."
"Go ahead, I'll cover you from behind. I suspect this guy is cheating. If there's any problem, I'll take action again," Lord Yileon said in a low voice.
Dimos coughed slightly, summoned the spear and took a few steps forward, pointing directly at Luo Feng, the sound echoing in the mountains and valleys.
"Why do you need my father? I can kill you. Ji Wudao, do you dare to fight?"
"Why, I was so scared that I peed my pants. Are you asking your son to step into a trap?"
Luo Feng laughed wildly, and his laughter undoubtedly hit the livid Lord Yileon in the face.
"Okay, then you come and die," Luo Feng's hands shook violently. As his body suddenly sank, the mountain shook violently.
Dao Zhijian's sword-drawing skills are ready to go.
Seeing Luo Feng's simple fighting posture, Dimos swallowed his saliva, and dense cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The spear in his hand clanked, the cold air lingered around him, and the huge ice dragon flew out of the spear.
An eighth-grade spearman has no chance of winning against a ninth-grade swordsman.
The only advantage is that his realm is much higher than Luo Feng.
Dimos stared at Luo Feng, but entered that area with great caution.
In a battle between strong men, one move will suffice.
What's more, both sides are top geniuses in the use of weapons.
They are all looking for flaws.
Dimos wanted to defeat the enemy with one move and prevent any changes.
And Luo Feng also wanted to save his energy and fight quickly.
A wind comes and stirs between them,
As Dimos' black hair rose, he suddenly opened his deep eyes.
"kill!"
The spear pierced through the air, and the void was rapidly distorted by the terrifying power.
The ice that was ready to go gathered and transformed into a strange phenomenon, turning into ice spikes all over the sky and heading straight towards Luo Feng.
This move was to break the deadlock. He wanted to find Luo Feng's flaw.
"Hmph, eighth-grade spearman, you are not as sharp as the ninth-grade spearman from the Snow Bear Empire," Luo Feng's eyes darkened, and he drew his sword and slashed out.
"boom!"
The sword energy surged, and the ice spikes all over the sky were instantly swallowed up by the sword energy.
Snow and fog filled the space, and a huge sword energy passed through in the blink of an eye, suddenly appearing in front of Dimos.
"Such a strong sword energy," Dimos's face changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. The spear in his hand twisted 360 degrees and used the force to stab straight towards the sweeping sword energy.
"boom!"
Timos only felt that the tiger's mouth shook violently, and there was a gaping hole.
"Why is this boy's sword energy so fierce and domineering? Even if he is a ninth-grade swordsman, I am only a fifth-grade swordsman. Why am I being crushed by him?"
Deimos was frightened, and he found that Luo Feng was not surprised at all.
"Is Wuyoudong already so miserable in front of him, or does he not take me seriously at all?" Dimos' face turned livid with anger.
For a while, the two faced off again.
He rotated around Luo Feng in the air, trying to find Luo Feng's flaws.
Luo Feng remained motionless, still maintaining the most energy-saving sword-drawing technique.
It seems to be full of flaws, but it gives Deimos the feeling of being watertight.
"Kill!" Dimos roared, turning the wind and clouds, and shot thousands of them towards Luo Feng with one shot.
"Huh, I can't hold my temper anymore," Luo Feng sneered and looked sideways behind him.
The scales in his hand were swept away behind him.
Two extremely powerful forces intertwined in the air.
Immediately afterwards, the black mist suddenly burst out, as if a bloody mouth was finally opened at this moment.
"go to hell!"
