Martial Arts Overlord

"A lot of masters?"

Hearing Luo Feng's words, all the people in the hall were stunned.

Soon, their faces changed.

"Huh, seeing us here, but not coming out to meet? Are all the people on the island dead?"

Suddenly, a cold sound came from afar.

"this is……"

"go."

The figure flickered, and a gust of wind was blowing in the hall. The hall was full of people just now, and no one was seen.

In an instant, Luo Feng and others appeared on the square in front of the main peak and looked up into the sky.

In the sky, a large golden eagle is suspended, the golden eagle is abnormal, the whole body is shining with a bright golden flame, the wings spread out, more than a hundred meters, and a storm of wind blows in the sky. Faintly can see many silhouettes.

Next to the golden statue of Shenjun, there is a huge blue horse, and there are also twenty or thirty people standing on it.

"Well, that is the golden flame carving of the Holy Land Xiaoyao Zong, next to ... the Holy Land praises the martial arts."

An elder in the Golden Temple looked at the golden statue of Huang Yan and the figure on the blue horse, and his face was shocked.

A warrior from the Nine Kingdoms breathed a long breath, "The man who turned out to be the Holy Land has arrived. I thought it was the blood demon who made a comeback again."

"Hehe, the blood monster was defeated last time, seriously injured, and wants to recover, how can it be so fast. And, with the last lesson, forgive him for not dare to underestimate our nine nations!"

"Good."

During the talk, dozens of silhouettes on the golden flame and the blue horse training landed on the square. The first two were a blue-shirted old man and a blindfolded man. Middle-aged eyes.

The two were impressive, and this time they took two people to support Qianlong Island's two holy elders.

Luo Feng looked at the two of them and found that they were only divided into the mid-realm of the divine realm. The old man in the blue shirt was divided into the divine realm.

Now Qianlong Island is headed by Linglong Palace, and Gu Xifeng, the owner of Linglong Palace, stands out, "Welcome everyone in the Holy Land."

The nine holy places are above all martial arts gates in the territory of the hundred nations. This is a necessary courtesy.

"Well, you ask for help from the Holy Land, and you have been waiting so long and so negligently. Have you put the Holy Land in your eyes!"

Next to the old man in the blue shirt, a young man with a grim look and a knife-like features, hummed heavily.

Gu Xifeng Dai's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she pressed the discomfort in her heart and explained, "We just happened to discuss things just now, and please forgive me."

At this time, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

"It's been almost a month since we asked for help in the Holy Land. To say that we have waited longer, we seem to wait longer."

Hearing the words, everyone glanced at the past.

The person who spoke was Luo Feng.

As early as when the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect were found, Gu Xifeng had sent someone to send a message to the Holy Land. It took such a long time for the rescue to come. If there was any accident, Qianlong Island would not have been protected. Unhappy, at this moment I heard the words of the apathetic young man, could not help but yell at each other.

"Who!"

The indifferent young man's face is tense, his eyes are wide, his eyes are sharp, and he shoots at Luo Feng, coldly: "Smelly boy, are you questioning the decision of the Holy Land?"

"Luo Feng!"

Luo Feng hadn't spoken yet, and two calls suddenly came from Song Wumen's team.

brush! brush!

The silhouette flickered, and the two appeared in front of Luo Feng.

On the left is a burly man with a long sword, a face with big brows and big eyes, looking at Luo Feng, with a warm smile, looking very mean, but the mountain-like momentum makes people dare not to underestimate It turned out to be Tao Yunyue, a true disciple of Song Wumen, who was met during the 100-year grand event.

Beside Tao Yunyue, there was a beautiful woman with a tall figure, wearing a flaming red skirt and a Liu Mei like a sword. Those lonely bright eyes looked at Luo Feng, showing an unbelievable excitement.

"Lin Hongyi! Tao Yunyue!" Luo Feng recognized the two and smiled. "You are here, too."

"Hahaha, I heard that you are back, and want to come to you for two drinks, and let my sword drink blood by the way."

Tao Yunyue patted the blue sword behind him and laughed out loud, his temperament remained the same a few years ago.

Among the nine holy places, Xiaoyaozong and Songwumen were closest to the Nine Kingdoms. Hearing the news that disciples of the Blood Demon Sect appeared near Qianlong Island, the Holy Land decided to let Xiaoyaozong and Songwumen bring people to deal with it. Having said this, the retreat immediately ended.

"I didn't expect you to be back. I thought it was another rumor." Lin Hongyi said.

Luo Feng apologized, "A lot has happened in the past two years, but I haven't forgotten our agreement."

Lin Hongyi's eyes were bright and she smiled gently, and that's what she waited for.

Luo Feng!

Hearing the conversation of several people, the presence of the Holy Land Gate people looked shocked, their eyes turned to Luo Feng.

"He was Luo Feng, the ten son of the North Sea Ice Palace, two years ago?"

"More than that, I heard that not long ago, he also defeated the Promise Yuehua!"

"Yuehua! That Yuehua who hopes to compete for the top ten true disciples of Promise?"

"Good."

"It's unobtrusive and unremarkable. The rumors are true."

Although Luo Feng is not yet a formal disciple of the Holy Land, what he has done over the years has made him famous in the Holy Land.

These holy disciples were originally proud people. At this moment, they finally saw the ten wise men in the rumor and immediately whispered.

"Luo Feng. It's you."

Xiaoyaozong's indifferent youth glanced at Luo Feng, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Luo Feng said: "What is it?"

The indifferent young man was about to speak. The old man in the blue shirt next to him reached out and stopped him. He glanced at Luo Feng, his eyes fell on Shui Qingcheng again, and he said:

"Because of the changes caused by the evaluation of the Holy Land a few years ago, Xi Mo Dezong declared war on my nine holy sites. In recent years, wars have occurred frequently. This kind of Demon Sect appears every day, and the Holy Land can only weigh the advantages and disadvantages. It took me so long to process, so I hope you can understand. "

As an elder in the Holy Land, he didn't need to explain these things. He would do so, but only in the face of Shui Qingcheng. As a genius disciple who awakened the Jinchen Linglong Temple, Shui Qingcheng's identity is more honorable than that of the elders in the Holy Land.

"Hum, shouldn't we the nine nations be damned?" A warrior with a burst of personality in the nine kingdoms roared.

"What did you say!" The indifferent young man sank.

The middle-aged man said just now; "Isn't it! The so-called weighing the pros and cons is not worth saving, who is saved first, who is saved later. Because our nine nations are so insignificant, it doesn't matter if they are destroyed!"

"You are bold, a little mortal, dare to question the decision of the Holy Land! If we were not here this time, you thought that you would be able to block the master of the Blood Demon Sect!"

The indifferent youth snorted coldly, with five fingers and one palm.

Buzz buzz ...

The air flow in the heavens and the earth fluctuated wildly. A heavy palm-like print formed instantly and shrouded the middle-aged warrior to give him a power.

The middle-aged warrior's face was iron-blue, and his body was pressed down by an inch of pressure.

At this moment, a hand crossed in front of him, and gave a flick.

Huh!

A finger rose into the sky, pierced the palm print, and disappeared.

"It seems that you are very confident in your own strength. If you want to fight, I can accompany you." Luo Feng said.

This palm was easily broken by Luo Feng. The apathetic young man looked cold and sneered: "Very good! I heard that you only took two years to rise from the peak of Yuanhai Realm to the dual of Divine Realm. I also defeated Yue Ji, a true disciple of the Promise of the Promise, I would also like to be taught. The ten wise men in the Holy Land are great! "

boom!

When speaking, the indifferent young man's body shook, surging the real Yuan surging out, belonging to the breath of the six powerful gods, and the air was constantly collapsing.

Seeing the outbreak of war.

"So far, don't forget our mission here."

Song Wumen's one-eyed middle-aged stepped out, standing in front of Luo Feng and the indifferent young man, watching Luo Feng said: "I have been here so long, I'm also sorry. But the five major domains are not very peaceful right now. It's not only the West Desert Demon Realm, but the Dongling Demon Realm is also about to move. Last time you broke the Ice Palace, the pattern of water and sea waters was also broken. Now there is chaos, and there is a family of magic eyes acting in the dark ... There are also holy places in the Holy Land. Difficult. "

Hearing that the middle-aged one-eyed man mentioned the magic eye family, Qing Ling slightly pursed his red lips, leaning against Luo Feng.

Luo Feng patted Qing Ling's hand.

"Well, let's get down to business."

The old man in the blue shirt looked at Gu Xifeng and said, "You investigate clearly whether the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect are not, where are they?"

Gu Xifeng shook her head. "You are one step late."

"Come late?"

Everyone in the holy land froze slightly.

Gu Xifeng said: "Twenty days ago, the blood rain magic knife of Blood Demon Sect and others, as well as the real blood demon of Black Demon Sect, led a large number of masters of Black Demon Sect, and they have already attacked Qianlong Island."

"Blood Demon Blood Rain Blade!"

"Golem!"

As soon as Gu Xifeng's words came out, an inhalation sounded immediately, the blood rain magic sword of the Seven Killing Demon King, and the real blood demon of Hei Mo Zong's fierce reputation, would they not have heard of it.

"Oh, you mean real blood monsters, blood rain magic swords, etc., join forces to attack here?"

The indifferent young man shook his head, his eyes glanced at the Nine Kingdoms warriors, and disdainfully smiled: "IMHO. If it was really a blood monster and a blood rain magic sword attacked here, I am afraid this island no longer exists . "

The old man in blue shirt and the middle-aged one-eyed also looked at Gu Xifeng, and the news was too exaggerated. What kind of characters are the real blood demon, even if they are not opponents, if it had been known that the real blood demon would come, the Holy Land would definitely send core elders to fight.

"That's the truth."

Gu Xifeng glanced at the indifferent youth and said, "On that day, the real blood demon and the blood rain magic knife and others led more than a hundred masters to attack Qianlong Island. As a result, all but the real blood demon fled and were seriously injured. Therefore, both blood corpses brought by the real blood demon were also beheaded. "

The indifferent youth regarded Gu Xifeng very uncomfortable because of the attitude of the nine countries, and deliberately introduced the matter in detail to show the prestige of the nine countries.