Chapter 1,243: Don’t Believe in Evil

He completely underestimated Luo Feng!

Mo Yuanwu couldn't believe his eyes. The Palace Master of the Spiritual King Palace, one of the ten sects in Songzhou, was so vulnerable. In front of Luo Feng, his defense was as fragile as paper and could be easily broken.

The gap of a realm was so easily eliminated?

This scene caused shock. The fight between Mo Yuanwu and the Sect Master of the Mo Sect, Chang Yuchong, subconsciously stopped. The two figures jumped back at the same time, and their eyes fell on the same person.

"Senior Mo, how are you?" Luo Feng laughed loudly.

Mo Yuanwu's eyes flashed with excitement, and he responded to Luo Feng with a loud smile.

In the distance, Wang Qifeng, the Palace Master of the Spiritual King Palace, stood up again in a rather embarrassed manner. After taking a spiritual pill, his breath gradually calmed down again. A fierce look flashed across his face. He stared at Luo Feng. He was punched away by an unknown kid. This humiliation, Wang Qifeng couldn't accept.

"From today on, you will be the enemy of the Spirit King Palace." Wang Qifeng's voice fell slowly. At the same time, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and he took out a light yellow long stick with weapon patterns on it, revealing an extraordinary aura. He jumped up like a wolf swallowing a tiger, holding the long stick, and his aura seemed to become violent, like a ferocious beast, and burst out instantly.

The long stick drove straight, sweeping out a trail of afterimages in the air. The entire space above the sky cliff seemed to be shaking, ripples trembling, spreading around, and the shadows of the sticks were heavy, covering Luo Feng's surroundings in an instant.

"Go to hell." Wang Qifeng was extremely crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, and the long stick in his hand seemed to have a layer of demonic energy, which eroded Wang Qifeng's will in an instant, making Wang Qifeng's eyes linger with dark demonic energy and strong evil spirit.

If he hadn't been forced to this point by Luo Feng, Wang Qifeng would probably not have used this strange weapon with evil spirits without regard for the consequences.

He couldn't bear to be knocked away by an unknown junior.

Chang Yuchong's eyes flashed with surprise, and he obviously didn't know that Wang Qifeng had such a weapon in his hand.

The shadows of the sticks were heavy and folded, as if they had blocked all of Luo Feng's retreat routes. Suddenly, Luo Feng's eyes burst into a golden and dazzling light, and the divine light was brilliant and radiant. When he raised his hand, a knife light cut through the edge, blue like a demon, the king of the knife, and slashed forward.

Holy knife tactics!

Knife light phantom!

The shadow of the stick changed, the knife light changed, and the change was adapted to the change. This was undoubtedly a strong collision.

From this point of view,

Luo Feng really didn't take Wang Qifeng seriously, and used force to fight force, crushing withering and rotten, and strongly suppressed.

You are higher than me, but you may not be stronger than me!

Luo Feng used actual actions to prove this sentence.

The sky full of knife light suppressed the pale yellow stick shadow with absolute tyranny. Wang Qifeng's face showed horror, gritted his teeth and tried his best, but in the end he vomited blood and flew out.

With a bang, his body hit a big tree hard. Wang Qifeng looked extremely embarrassed. His clothes were torn by the blade and he looked tattered. He didn't have the bearing of a master at all. His eyes were filled with horror. He looked at the figure holding the knife in front of him in disbelief. Did he really just break two shackles?

Luo Feng didn't look at Wang Qifeng again. He jumped and landed beside Mo Yuanwu. He didn't hide the fiery fighting spirit in his eyes at all. "Senior Mo, this is a bit tricky. Let's join forces?"

Chang Yuchong's face sank.

Breaking two shackles, a warrior of the second level of the shackles realm, is like an ant in Chang Yuchong's eyes, not worth mentioning. But now, a young warrior of the second level of the shackles realm dared to point at him and say... a bit tricky?

He simply treated him as nothing.

"Hey, didn't you just use your numbers to bully the few? Now my master and Brother Feng have joined forces, you, the leader of the Mo Sect, wait for death!" Tang Da'er shouted arrogantly.

In the distance, a fierce light flashed under Wang Qifeng's eyes. He held a light yellow long stick in his hand. Suddenly, his figure flashed and the long stick swept towards Tang Da'er's back...

Swish!

Lightning flashed, and the flying knife attacked.

Wang Qifeng's face flashed with contempt. Although he was not as strong as this young man, could he not even stop a flying knife?

Wang Qifeng didn't believe it!

Swinging his arms vigorously, the light yellow long stick released an extremely bright light.

The flying knife broke through the air!

Turning stone into gold!

Wang Qifeng didn't know that the power contained in this flying knife at this moment was much more terrifying than the power he had when facing Luo Feng's attack before.

Boom!

The moment the long stick and the flying knife collided, there was a loud bang, and the weapon pattern on the light yellow long stick instantly disintegrated and shattered. Wang Qifeng felt a tearing pain in his palm and quickly let go. His palm was already stained with blood. His eyes were wide open and he wanted to dodge quickly, but in his pupils, the flying knife as thin as a cicada's wing was indestructible and infinitely close...

Swish!

The flying knife sank into Wang Qifeng's eyebrows.

"Shameless old guy, you actually want to sneak attack me." Tang Da'er turned his head and saw Wang Qifeng's miserable state, and immediately spit fiercely.

Many people around were stunned.

Wang Qifeng was the palace master of Lingwang Palace, one of the ten sects in Songzhou, but he was killed by a flying knife.

Died in Moyunling.

Chang Yuchong also took a breath of cold air and immediately ordered the disciples of the two sects to launch an attack.

The strength displayed by Luo Feng was too strong, so Chang Yuchong did not have absolute confidence to face him and Mo Yuanwu's combination. After all, Mo Yuanwu, who was at the third level of the Shackles Realm, was already a bit difficult for Chang Yuchong to deal with.

"What the hell is that place, full of such evil guys." Chang Yuchong was anxious and angry, and decisively launched a fierce attack on Mo Yuanwu. The disciples of the two sects received Chang Yuchong's order, understood the meaning of the sect master, and rushed towards Tang Da'er.

"Damn it, do you think I'm easy to bully?" Tang Da'er roared, and the power of the Barbarian King was activated. He held the silver halberd in his hand and slashed it suddenly, trying his best to kill the enemy.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this time, thunder and lightning rained down from the sky!

Thunders fell like dense rain, rumbling and attacking the disciples of the two sects.

Luo Feng's figure stopped. He wanted to support Tang Da'er, but now it seems that it is not necessary.

Chu Liuxing, Xiao Jun, Qian Yilan and the judge appeared in time.

Chu Liuxing and Xiao Jun performed Taoist thunder magic at the same time, and five thunders hit the top of the head and struck madly. One after another, the disciples of the two sects were caught off guard and could not dodge, and were directly chopped into charcoal.

Whoosh!

The long sword was across the sky, the blue-robed, beautiful female Shura, at this moment, also opened the sword style. Now Qian Yilan has completely controlled the inheritance of the Thousand Hands Shura in her own hands, and it is not affected at all.

The judge used the ultimate skill "Wordless Heavenly Book", and his moves were like dragons and snakes flying, with great momentum.

The four peerless geniuses appeared at the same time, joined forces with Tang Daer, and fought against the disciples of the two sects.

Luo Feng looked at the battlefield between Chang Yuchong and Mo Yuanwu...