"Be bold!"
Luo Fu's extremely unkind words made the middle-aged marshal suddenly stand up and point angrily at Luo Fu.
"Presumptuous!" The old marshal's eyes narrowed, his majesty was suffocating.
On the territory of the Penglai Divine Sect, the two marshals of the Dongyang Divine Dynasty simultaneously released the terrifying pressure of the fourth level of immortality.
With the pressure of the two, the cloudless sky suddenly turned dark.
And on the top of the dark and boundless sky, there are the angry eyes of the two-faced marshal who protects the country!
The two marshal's Dharma-like faces covered the sky and the sun, both had their eyes wide open and shouted loudly like thunder.
Under such astonishing pressure, all Shenzong monks in the entire Shenyuan Dojo were oppressed, breathing rapidly, and the attribute power in the meridians in the body was almost flowing backwards.
"What a courageous thief, how dare you disrespect the sixteenth prince of our divine dynasty!"
"This marshal wants to teach Penglai Shenzong a lesson for you, a thief who doesn't understand etiquette!"
The middle-aged marshal scolded angrily, and suddenly raised a finger and pointed at Luo Fu.
Sect Master Nalan frowned slightly, with an evil look on his face, and was about to speak out.
However, before he could react, he saw a figure taking the lead in blocking Luo Fu.
When the Marshal Protecting the Country saw that the visitor was also a powerful person in the Immortal Realm, he did not dare to neglect him and said in a cold voice: "What? Does the Penglai Divine Sect want to protect the calf?"
The old man sneered and said: "The Dongyang Divine Dynasty is so majestic, and it actually came to the Penglai Divine Sect to show its power."
"I am not a member of the Shen Sect, and I don't need to care about your friendship with the Dongyang Shen Dynasty."
"If anyone dares to bully a young man or touch a hair of my little friend Luo, don't blame me for being ruthless."
When the middle-aged marshal heard that the old man was not from the Shen Sect, he became even more unscrupulous and shouted angrily: "You are really big..."
"Wait a minute!" Next to him, the old marshal suddenly frowned. He stared at the old man and looked at him carefully and said, "Your Excellency looks familiar. May I ask your name?"
The old man said calmly: "Luo, Qingfeng."
"Luo Qingfeng!" The expressions of the two marshals suddenly changed drastically, and they did not dare to make any more moves.
When the Sixteenth Prince saw this, he said angrily: "Are you two living for nothing? Why don't you do it quickly!"
The old marshal waved his hands hastily: "No, no, your highness, Luo Qingfeng is one of the Taoist saints, the medical saint!"
"Lao Luo has cured diseases for many Taoist saints throughout his life, and he has a very important prestige in Canglan Taoism."
"With just one sentence from his old man, dozens or hundreds of Taoist saints will give him face."
The Medical Saint is the Saint of medicine; the Sword Saint is the Saint of swordsmanship; the Alchemy Saint is the Saint of alchemy;
These saints from each Tao are collectively called Tao Sages.
"Ah!?" Dongyang Zhengxiong was suddenly shocked.
The old man hurriedly lowered his voice and warned: "Your imperial brother, His Royal Highness the Twelfth Prince, is going to Canglan Lun Dao this time to become a disciple."
"If I offend the Medical Saint here, I'm afraid the Twelve Princes will be implicated."
The twelfth prince Dongyang Zhengfeng was Dongyang Zhengxiong's protective umbrella, and he was also the royal brother who loved Dongyang Zhengxiong the most since childhood.
After hearing this, the arrogant and domineering Dongyang Zhengxiong immediately became a little worried.
Now, Dongyang Zhengxiong is gritting his teeth. Although he is immature and has some concerns, he cannot swallow this bad breath.
Immediately, he rolled his eyes, pushed away the two marshals, stepped forward, faced the Medical Sage directly, and said: "Okay, if I teach that little beast Luo Fu with my own hands, I will not bully the young with the big. Mr. Luo, you should You don’t want to stop me?”
Dongyang Zhengxiong is quite confident. He possesses the realm of Palace Soul Dzogchen and does not take Luo Fu, who is at the fourth level of Palace Soul, in his eyes at all.
Hearing this, the Medical Saint suddenly smiled meaningfully. He exchanged a look with Luo Fu and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Strike the key points, but don't kill him."
"Oh my god, no, no, no! Never!" The eight chiefs, including Bai Xianhe, Huangfu Zhennan, and Yan Beichuan, were immediately shocked and hurriedly stopped them.
These eight chiefs were almost going crazy with fear. They knew better than anyone else how vulnerable the Palace Soul Dzogchen was to Luo Fu.
Especially Bai Xianhe, who finally found a prince with a respected status who could abuse Luo Fu.
But the prince had a hundred ways to kill Luo Fu, but he chose the most deadly one and challenged Luo Fu to a duel!
But obviously, Dongyang Zhengxiong misunderstood the meaning of these chiefs, and immediately said coldly: "It's too late to beg for mercy now!"
"Luo Fu, this prince wants to challenge you!"
Luo Fu made a look of disdain and said calmly: "Forget it, you're a tender-skinned person, you'd better go home and be pampered."
This sentence stimulated Dongyang Zhengxiong even more, it can be said that it hit the nail on the head!
How could the two marshals not realize that Luo Fu was saying this on purpose? The old marshal hurriedly lowered his voice: "Your Highness, this man is clearly deliberately irritating you with his words. Don't be fooled!"
Luo Fu smiled slightly: "Listen, your marshal is better at advancing and retreating. Your Highness Dongyang, you should learn from him and retreat when difficulties arise."
These words made Dongyang Zhengxiong's eyes turn red, and he shouted: "You damn fart!"
After saying this, Dongyang Zhengxiong suddenly pulled out a flying sword, a top-grade sub-relic weapon, and jumped to the middle of the infield.
Pointing his finger at Luo Fu, he shouted sternly: "Luo Fu, get down and fight with this prince!"
At this moment, an unexpected person walked out.
Fang Qingxue!
Fang Qingxue looked at Dongyang Zhengxiong with a fierce look in her eyes, and then quickly pretended to be sympathetic: "Your Highness, your status is respected, and you are not worthy of being exposed to such a cunning person."
"If something happens to you..."
Fang Qingxue's words directly pierced Dongyang Zhengxiong's last weak self-esteem!
First it was Luo Fu's contemptuous attitude, and then it was the woman he fancied who looked down on him so much.
This made Dongyang Zhengxiong's head buzzing, and he roared: "How can this prince make a mistake? How can I, the prince, deal with a mere waste of the fourth level of palace soul! What can he do! What mistake can I make!"
"This prince now swears to God that in the battle with Luo Fu, life and death will be determined by destiny. Even if this prince is beaten to death, he will never be held accountable!"
"I will never go back on my words! If I violate my oath, my body will be destroyed by thunder and I will never be reincarnated!"
Fang Qingxue's beautiful eyes quickly flashed a sly smile.
Fang Luxuan looked at her imperial sister in surprise.
Fang Qingxue and Luo Fu have always been on the same page, but now in the face of a common enemy, Qingxue and Luo Fu actually cooperated.
At this moment, all the chiefs, elders, and disciples of the inner sect waved their hands.
It's over, it's over, it's all over now.
"good!"
Luo Fu shouted and floated to the infield.
The moment Luo Fu's feet and toes just touched the ground, Dongyang Zhengxiong immediately struck with an angry look and stabbed Luo Fu between the eyebrows with a sword.
He was anxious to kill Luo Fu and prove that he was not an embroidered pillow, so he was extremely anxious and took action directly.
Driven by absolute self-confidence, he didn't even use the technique and just stabbed him with a sword.
This sword was as fast as the wind, stirring the space and causing faint ripples.
Seeing this, the two marshals who protected the country did not stop him.
The middle-aged marshal hugged his shoulders and sneered: "His Twelfth Highness is a swordsman prodigy, and even if you look at the Dongyang Dynasty, there are only a handful of them."
The old marshal smiled slightly: "His Highness's sword may seem ordinary, but in fact it is extremely powerful. It is difficult to parry even the powerful enemy of Palace Soul Dzogchen, let alone the white-haired boy with the fourth level of Palace Soul."
Infield.
Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his back, his calm eyes looking directly at the violent sword, but he only slowly raised his right arm.
Click!
A pair of slender fingers stretched out like a spiritual snake and suddenly clamped the edge of Dongyang Zhengxiong's sword!
The two marshals who were bragging to Dongyang Zhengxiong were stunned.
Dongyang Zhengxiong's pupils shrank in shock and he stared at Luo Fu in disbelief.
Na Luo Fu actually caught his flying sword with only two fingers!
Then, what shocked Dongyang Zhengxiong even more was that no matter how he pushed or drew the sword, the flying sword remained between Luo Fu's fingers and did not move at all!
"That's it?"
Luo Fu glanced at Dongyang Zhengxiong indifferently, and flicked his right hand to the left. When the flying sword was pushed away, he followed with his right hand and followed with a palm!
Bang!
The dense and powerful palm force immediately poured into Dongyang Zhengxiong's right chest and surged out from the shoulder blade.
puff!
Dongyang Zhengxiong flew out with his sword and fell awkwardly, spraying blood mist on his back.
"Your Highness!" The two marshals were shocked.
All the royal guards were also furious and all drew their weapons.
"Don't come here!" Dongyang Zhengxiong roared angrily: "Whoever dares to come here to help me will kill him from all nine tribes!"
"Ah, ah, this prince wants to kill a trash of the fourth level of palace soul, and he needs help?"
Taishang Wangqing Pavilion only told Dongyang Zhengxiong about Luo Fu's four skills.
But Luo Fu was singled out against dozens of their disciples. This embarrassing thing was not mentioned at all.
When Dongyang Zhengxiong was furious, the original power and the power of Hongmeng burst out at the same time in his body!
"Asian Immortal Level! Ancient Immortal Slaying Sword Code - Ninth Level, Killing Immortals with One Sword!"
The vast power of attributes caused the void in the sky to sway. In the vortex formed by the spiral of void, a giant sword measuring 1,200 feet slowly drove out!
Dongyang Zhengxiong looked ferocious and shouted: "You poor boy, have you ever seen this sub-immortal level technique? Have you ever heard of it!"
"This prince's sword will prove to all those who look down on me that I am no embroidered pillow!"
After saying this, Dongyang Zhengxiong raised his sword to the sky and slashed down at Luo Fu.
The giant sword of 1,200 feet immediately split the sky and blasted towards Luo Fu.
suddenly!
The sky is dark!
Above the boundless black sky, a dazzling scorching sun suddenly appeared.
Under the scorching sun, a thousand-foot-long Luo Fu Dharma form stood impressively in the middle of the dojo.
"Hiss..." The two marshals who protected the country were so shocked by this scene that they almost went crazy.
"What the hell! A Dharma Body in the Palace Soul Realm? This, how is this possible!"
boom!
The stellar power turned into a fierce beam of sunlight and directly bombarded Qianzhang Faxiang.
Na Luo Fu's dharma body was calm and powerful. Facing the giant sword of 1,200 feet, he stretched out his palm directly.
The palm, which was as dazzling as the sun, directly broke the giant sword with one punch!
When Dongyang Zhengxiong was trembling all over, he was staring at Luo Fu's body.
Luo Fu himself has arrived!
"Your Highness, pay attention!" The two marshals were horrified when they saw Dongyang Zhengxiong still staring at Luo Fu's Dharma form in a daze.
Bang!
Luo Fu, with a strong palm force, hit Dongyang Zhengxiong on the left chest!
When Dongyang Zhengxiong was vomiting blood and flying around, Luo Fu put his feet on the ground, floated to catch up, and pointed his finger right between Dongyang Zhengxiong's eyebrows.
Bang!
With the power of this finger, Dongyang Zhengxiong's palace soul was completely destroyed and his spiritual palace exploded!
Immediately, Luo Fu narrowed his eyes and stepped out with another heavy kick, the descendant root of Dongyang Zhengxiong!
Bang!
This kick almost crushed Dongyang Zhengxiong's pelvis on the spot.
That descendant's roots were even trampled into a pulp!
"Ahhhhh!" Dongyang Zhengxiong screamed miserably, resounding throughout the Shenyuan Dojo!
All the chiefs and elders of the inner sect knew that Luo Fu was showing mercy.
Luo Fu chose to take action himself instead of letting Dharma-Xiang Shen take action.
If Dharma Prime Minister went to attack Dongyang Zhengxiong, then at this moment, Dongyang Zhengxiong would have already turned into powder and flowed away with the wind.
