Martial Arts Overlord

"Asshole!!!"

The middle-aged strong man reacted, wiped a handful of blood from his face, and looked at Luo Feng standing on the river, with a ferocious look like a beast about to eat people, holding a knife in both hands, and slashing with a knife.

boom!

Before the sword light arrived, the river surface had been pressed by a heavy knife, and a huge crack with a length of kilometer was forced out.

"broken!"

Luo Feng didn't make any extra moves. He slashed with a sword, and the sword glow on the Jin Yao sword exuded a dazzling golden light, tearing the sword into pieces.

The middle-aged strong man gritted his teeth and was about to make another move when Nangong Mo reached out and stopped him.

Turning his gaze, Nangongmo looked at Luo Feng with a slightly surprised expression in his eyes.

On the way, he heard a lot of rumors about the swordsman in black. He thought that the opponent was a real-level god-level powerhouse, or even a half-step king, but he did not expect that it was just a will-level god-level powerhouse. !

You know, the strength of the middle-aged strong man is already considered the top group among the powers of the will-level gods, and several attacks have been easily cracked.

Of course, although a little surprised, Nangong Mo didn't care, looking at Luo Feng and said:

"I have something to ask you."

"what?"

Luo Feng didn't make another move.

He also wanted to know what the other party came from, and at the same time, what purpose did he have! He even dispatched a king who was named king, and three top-level masters of the Divine Realm to chase him down.

Nangong Mo said: "You and Hei Jie Ke are the same brothers. I just want to know the whereabouts of Hei Jie Ke."

"Hey!"

Luo Feng's heart moved. He never expected that the other party was coming for the black guest. After thinking about it, he looked at the three and said, "You are from the Nangong family!"

There are not many people who have feuds with the Hei Jie Ke, and there is only one force that can send out the king: the Nangong family!

Hearing this, Nangong Mo was stunned for a moment, and immediately took off the gray cloak, revealing a square face that looked like a knife, and smiled: "I didn't expect you to guess my identity. It seems that we didn't find it. Wrong person."

The middle-aged brawny man with a bone knife in his hand said grimly: "Let's talk, where is the black jerk!"

Luo Feng said indifferently: "Why should I tell you. I don't believe it. If I say, you will let me go."

Nangong Mo shook his head slightly:

"Naturally not. However, death is also different. You should know that you are not our opponent. If you fall into our hands, you will only live inferior to death; if you say that the black puppet is a stranger, I can only blame it. The reputation of Nangong's parent, Lao Nangongmo, will allow you to die without pain. In addition, I can let your friend go. You don't want anything to happen to her."

Nangongmo glanced toward the desert island where Ziling was hiding.

Luo Feng suddenly narrowed his eyes, his face was indifferent, and he sneered:

"Hehe, let me go, I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications to say this."

When speaking, the true essence in Luo Feng's body began to operate at its peak state, and the spirits and spirits rose up layer by layer, and a surging aura spread from him, and the surrounding river water was automatically drained.

Pseudo Sword Soul level sword intent, although tyrannical, it is not Luo Feng's own strength and cannot be improved. He wants to see how his true combat power has reached, so he does not intend to use it in this battle. Sword soul level sword intent.

"Haha, Elder Mo, this guy is toasting and not eating fine wine! He is still talking nonsense with him, grab him, and then slowly torture him!"

The middle-aged brawny man holding the bone knife gave a cruel smile, and with a thud, he directly spurred the Sea Soul, raising his combat power to twelve points, stomping his footsteps, and his figure thrust out in the air.

"See if you can stop my cut!"

The spirit of the sea erupted. The power of the middle-aged brawny sword was far better than before. In the blade's light, there was a profound mood of water. It was cut out with a single knife. Between the sky and the earth, it seemed as if a heavenly river was blown up. , Nothing to do!

"dead!"

This middle-aged brawny man is indeed extraordinary at the level of the power of the gods. However, Luo Feng has already surpassed this level. The opponent's cut will kill him. He doesn't even look at it. The long sword in his hand is like Melted into the storm, a sword pierced out.

It is a territorial swordsmanship, the ultimate move in the violent wind swordsmanship: Shocking Wind Sword!

Huh!

As soon as a cone-shaped storm passed through the sky, Tianhe sword light was torn apart like a piece of cloth. The sword energy storm went unabated. It pierced through the head of the middle-aged strong man, leaving a place between his brows. Two finger-sized blood holes.

"impossible……"

The middle-aged brawny man with his eyes rounded, raised his head and fell.

"how is this possible!"

Seeing that the middle-aged brawny man was killed by Luo Feng with a single sword, the wealthy woman exclaimed. Looking at Luo Feng, her face was pale and her voice trembled slightly.

Her strength is slightly stronger than that of the middle-aged strong man, but recalling the hurricane sword aura just now, she also has no confidence to retreat all over her body. With a probability of over 60%, she will also be killed by a sword!

Is this still a powerhouse of will-level gods!

Originally, the wealthy woman was a bit sneer at the exaggerated rumors about the black swordsman in the Star Swirl gate, but now it suddenly became clear that those rumors were probably true!

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

After losing two of his subordinates in a row, Nangong Mo was furious, his face was blue, and he took a step and came directly to the top of Luo Feng. A pair of eyes gushing out the brilliance between reality and illusion, and he grabbed it with one palm.

boom!

In the air riot, a huge pitch-black palm was suppressed toward Luo Feng with the power of a mountain. Each finger was a hundred meters in size. Compared with Luo Feng, it was as small as a dust.

Luo Feng raised his head, his eyes flashed like electricity, and the lightning was quickly covered with blood.

expensive!

Roar!

The general trend and the witchcraft, broke out at the same time!

There was a clear dragon roar echoing in the void, as well as a fierce and evil majestic beast roar.

With a bang, a strong spirit erupted from Luo Feng's body, pressing all the river water within ten miles back.

"There are ants under the king. Today, I will break this iron rule!"

With a long roar, Luo Feng retracted his sword into its sheath, and blazed with blazing light on his fist.

The sky is shaking, the thunder is raging, and all kinds of artistic conceptions are diligent, Luo Feng's current power of shaking the sky is not the same as before, and he punches it out, and the space in front of him is shaking and shattering.

Boom!

Amid the loud noise, Luo Feng’s tiny figure collided with the black palm print. Immediately, the palm print resembled a dream bubble, breaking and exploding, with a huge impact, sweeping out, sweeping the Great Weir River, which is thousands of meters deep below. The river emptied, revealing a black and shiny river bottom.

Boo!

Nangongmo was caught off guard and was shocked to volley back hundreds of meters, splitting a long wave of air in the sky.