Chapter 944: Burying the Enemy

"I'll let you see."

Luo Tianfeng waved the Soul Banner, which was about ten feet long, and turned it into a long dragon that flew into the sky, saying in a voice transmission: "Evolve the formation, and never let Luo Tianpeng escape."

Tu Shanjun, who had already practiced the false form, said: "As long as you can kill him, he can't escape."

No matter how Luo Tianfeng restricted his strength, if he wanted him to take action, he had to have his soul in his account. This was a matter that had been decided long ago.

Only the Soul Banner could take action in this matter, otherwise Luo Tianfeng would not be able to stop a top great sage who was determined to escape with his soul.

"He will die."

Luo Tianfeng, holding the iron rod, walked forward without saying anything more.

Two arms suddenly grew under his right ribs, climbed up his main hand, and grasped the amazing divine weapon.

At this moment, Luo Tianfeng was like an ancient king looking down on the world, as if no one could match him, even a saint who had practiced the void could not stop him.

Luo Tianpeng, standing in the void, stared at the mace.

He did not fight in the battle of siege, but he knew how fierce the battle was.

Twenty-eight people besieged the leader, but a sage of refining emptiness fell under the iron rod in just one encounter. He could hear the sound of fighting and the cry of the dead soul on the iron rod.

Luo Tianpeng used his eyes.

The light from the eyes of the top great saints was like two galaxies running through the sky.

The river in the sky brought a torrent that destroyed the world.

It seemed that as long as he lowered his head slightly, the turbid world would be immersed in the river.

This kind of witnessing technique could completely kill all the villains in front of him.

However, the figure who came over did not move.

Let the river of heaven press down, as if the power of the world was not enough to be imposed on him, and even the water of the river of heaven avoided the figure coming in the opposite direction.

At this moment, Luo Tianpeng had completely understood that he could not use the secret technique to suppress the leader.

When it comes to the use of the great sect's magical powers, Luo Tianpeng is extremely outstanding, but how could Luo Tianfeng not understand it. The only chance for him to win is to fight with the Great Dao and defeat Luo Tianfeng head-on. This is the right way.

Luo Tianpeng exhaled a long breath and raised the magic sword in his hand silently.

The Crystal Soul Divine Sword is not inferior to the Sky Strike, and he, Luo Tianpeng, is also not inferior to Luo Tianfeng.

What's more, the current leader is just relying on the top secret method to survive.

Are the living really not the opponent of the dead?

With the magic sword in hand, the supreme magic sword should be used to kill the strong enemy.

Luo Tianpeng's palm seemed to turn into a strange beast, and the magic sword was completely melted into his palm.

The extremely powerful sword energy burst out and shattered the surrounding space.

This is the Asura blessed land. I don't know what kind of magical power is embedded in the world, but it will be torn into countless cracks by the sword energy.

The great world descended on the blessed land, and the Dharma image appeared in the body.

After the magnificent light, there was a thousand-foot Dharma image whose face could not be seen clearly. Luo Tianpeng's figure was completely integrated into the Dharma image.

He wanted to kill the enemy with his strongest magical power. As long as he could kill Luo Tianfeng, even if the foundation of the Northland was completely destroyed, it would only extend the time for him to unify the great sect.

The magic sword in the hand of the ten thousand feet Dharma image was six thousand feet long.

Under the blessing of the great world, Luo Tianpeng was like an ancient god who revived his most powerful body, raised the accompanying magic weapon, and the infinite killing aura spread, crossing time and space, as if it was pouring out from the ancient god war.

The sun and the moon were dark.

The stars were dim.

Only the supreme magic sword bloomed the most brilliant world-destroying light.

"Magic sword."

"Cut!"

The thunder sound was heard at the end of the sky.

When this sword was chopped out, the whole sky was split in half, and the dead seemed to be annihilated.

The terrifying sword energy dissipated thousands of miles away, and even the high mountain lakes were turned into dust under the sword energy, that is, their blessed land deep in the heart, otherwise, if it were outside, I am afraid that no living creatures could survive from it.

After a series of wars, the Asura Blessed Land had long become bare, like a barren wilderness and desert, and the former beautiful scenery had all become smoke and clouds.

On the other hand, Luo Jiaozhu walked in the air and revealed the six-armed Asura Dharma image.

The ten-thousand-foot Dharma image made him look like a six-armed Mingwang who suppressed hell. The divine pestle in his hand seemed to be able to sweep away everything and crush all enemies and opponents who dared to block him.

"Heavenly Strike!"

...

The sky fell.

The Decline and Destruction Divine Sword and the Prison Heavenly Strike were fired at the same time.

The two divine weapons turned into terrifying weapons that opened up the world in the hands of the ten-thousand-foot Dharma image.

On one side was the blood of Asura Zhan, the king of the north, Tianpeng, who roamed the north and entered the Central Plains. A knife cut out the darkness of heaven and earth, and the decline and destruction of the divine light split the nine heavens. Even the blessed land and cave heaven were crumbling under it, and the boundless sword energy spread to the edge of the universe, strangling all living things.

On the other side was the great master with invincible magical powers, the six-armed Shura True Ming Wang. His divine weapon's heavenly strike overturned the sky, shattered the vast universe, and crushed the iron rod in front of him.

The two Dharma images were like the reincarnation of ancient gods, and launched the simplest but most terrifying fight.

The mist of the evolution of magical powers and spells was flying endlessly, and the Qi and wind from the battle formed a howling. The battle between the two magical powers caused the stars to fall and the blessed land to shake, as if it was about to collapse in the battle.

"Kill!"

"Roar!"

Boom.

Luo Tianpeng evolved the sword technique of vertical and horizontal decline, trying to cut open the sky strike with an extreme attack like a tide, and even hoped to find the flaw of the master under such suppression, so that he could cut off the master's head.

In his eyes, a remnant soul should not exert such a terrifying power.

No matter how powerful Luo Tianfeng was in the past.

However, the result ultimately disappointed him. Luo Tianfeng was like a god of war who never knew how to exhaust his strength. His iron rod was getting heavier and heavier, and every blow seemed to contain hundreds of millions of terrifying power. It was just dozens of moves. In the fight, the powerful force made Luo Tianpeng's palms tremble.

The shadow of the tree, the name of the person.

Luo Tianfeng has always been an insurmountable mountain.

The name of the Holy King is well deserved.

The Saint of Lianxu who died in the encirclement and killing battle was really not unjust.

Only when you actually fight against Luo Tianfeng can you realize how powerful he is. He is also a top sage and holds a magic weapon, but he can only survive hundreds of moves in Luo Tianfeng's hands.

Signs of defeat quickly emerged thereafter.

This may be because he fought two or three games in a row and suffered some injuries.

However, as he said, there is nothing much to say about the winner and the loser.

"Bang!"

The light of the Dharma image shattered.

The restrained Luo Tianpeng has become a bloody man in battle.

His arms were twisted strangely, and his shoulders were torn open by the sky strike, showing broken bones. Even one thigh was turned into powder, but he still stood in the void like a king, holding the magic sword Crystal Soul in his left hand. .

Luo Tianpeng looked at the knife in his hand.

He is not weak either.

In the past, he had beheaded the invading top Garuda sage, and also hunted down the giant monster in the north... He had fought several Void Refining saints alone and killed them all, thus establishing his reputation as Luo Tianpeng. As long as he is given time to continue to grow, he will definitely surpass Luo Tianfeng. He is still young and can still do it.

Perhaps it was his youth that filled him with a fighting spirit and made him unwilling to be inferior to others.

A virtuous corporal with clear rewards and punishments, he is a well-deserved king.

Luo Tianpeng coughed twice, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

It wasn't flowing at all, it was gushing out.

The power of the sky strike made it impossible for his Dao body to continue to support him. His internal organs should have been completely shattered. Without the circulation of internal organs, new power could not be born.

Seeing the defeat of the King of Heaven, the deer was frightened to kill, fought and retreated, and was suddenly distracted, but Gusu Cuiguang grabbed this little light.

puff.

The deer was frightened and hurriedly retreated.

But he also took this opportunity to escape, protected Luo Tianpeng, held his body up, and said calmly: "How are you, King of Heaven?"

He quickly crushed the elixir into pieces and applied it to the wound, pouring his magic power into Luo Tianpeng's body that was about to fall apart. He raised the cold hook in his hand to face Luo Tianfeng.

Luo Tianpeng pushed away Lu Jingsha's hand without hesitation and shouted: "Let's go!"

"Let's go together."

"You can't leave without me."

Luo Tianpeng pulled Lu Jingsha behind him and said coldly: "Go find your mother."

While speaking, Luo Tianpeng looked at the leader Luo Tianfeng and said, "You must want to know who conspired with me, and you also want to know who those twenty-eight people are. Let him go and I will tell you everything."

Luo Tianfeng shook his head slightly and said, "It's such a deep love between father and son, but I don't want to know at all."

"I don't have to think about who the person who conspired with you is. Isn't it the King of Heaven?"

"You may not think of it, why I escaped from a remnant soul that can reshape my body. In fact, I thought about it carefully. Except for the God of Heaven, there will be no one else at all."

"Your plan is very strict. If it weren't for the King of Heaven, I would not be able to escape."

Luo Tianpeng's pupils shrank to the extreme, and his voice broke as he said, "You would rather let him sit back and enjoy his success than let me take over the teaching?! He is old and dying!"

“I’m not going to let anyone sit back and enjoy the benefits.”

Luo Tianfeng shook his head again: "I won't let the tiger go back to the mountains. You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

"Walk!"

Luo Tianpeng roared angrily and his body collapsed.

A divine soul that gathered the dharma of yin, yang and yang burst out from it, and without hesitation, it headed towards Luo Tianpeng not far away. He wanted to buy time for his son, and this was the safest way.

Lu Jing Sha Na didn't know that Luo Tianpeng was already fighting for him, so he tore open the void without hesitation.

"Want to leave?!"

Luo Tianfeng sneered: "I've been wary of you for a long time."

Just when Luo Tianpeng's soul was about to rush into his body, a blue-black banner stopped it.

Like a blue-black sky suppressing the world, it rolled up Luo Tianpeng effortlessly.

Luo Tianfeng knew that Zuo Tianwang would definitely not choose to self-destruct, because even if it succeeded, it would affect the deer's death, and the safest way was undoubtedly to seize the body to buy time.

Only Gusu Cuiguang and Luo Manping, who was seriously injured, could not stop Lu Jingsha, who had ghost blood.

"ah!"

Luo Tianpeng Li Xiao struggled to reveal the yin, yang, and dharma, trying to block it with conflict in three directions.

"Don't waste your efforts. I'm afraid even Dao Lord can't escape my magic weapon." Luo Tianfeng's tone was full of pride.

"You dare to kill him, his mother is from the ghost tribe."

"Ghost clan, huh."

Fear flashed in Luo Tianfeng's eyes: "That's not something I should consider!"