Chapter 1128 Miracle

《Luo Mo Wang is dead》!

There was also a photo attached to the post.

It was taken from a distance. The golden morning sun shone on the island. The rocks were broken, the land was pitted, and the trees were broken, as if it had encountered a big storm.

The body that stirred up the martial arts world was covered in blood and fell to the ground.

The angle of the photo happened to capture Ouyang Wuji, standing in the air, with cold eyes, overlooking the bottom.

A sharp cry.

Qian Yilan collapsed and cried uncontrollably.

Her heart was in pain.

At this moment, it was as if her soul had left her body and she had lost her soul.

The atmosphere of sadness spread throughout the airport VIP lounge.

Despair, pain, and overwhelming hatred.

After crying bitterly, everyone's breath seemed to become particularly cold.

Whoosh!

Qian Yilan suddenly drew her sword.

"Lanlan!" Song Daiying was shocked and subconsciously grabbed Qian Yilan's arm.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. His revenge has not been avenged yet." Qian Yilan murmured, and suddenly grabbed a bunch of her black hair. With a stroke of the sword, the black hair fell.

"In this life, Ouyang will not die, and I will not tie my black hair."

The voice was very faint, but it was as powerful as thunder.

Yan Guilai looked at Qian Yilan with shock. It is undeniable that her strength to kill Ouyang Wuji is just like an ant trying to bite an elephant to death, but at this moment, Yan Guilai really felt the unimaginable power contained in this voice.

"Let's go." Yan Guilai said in a low voice.

Clang!

Tiemian threw the phone to the ground and wiped the tears from his eyes fiercely, "I only have one wish left in my life, to destroy the Mantian Sect!"

Let's go!

A group of people,

with a heavy and sad hatred in their hearts, moved forward at the fastest speed towards the direction of the ancient ruins.

Lake.

Island.

The morning sun was shining.

"Hmph, this worthless life is really tough." Envoy Luo watched from afar, holding a mobile phone in his hand. On the forum, the live broadcast post, the one "Luo Mo Wang is dead", and the accompanying picture, was posted by Envoy Luo.

However, after posting the picture, Envoy Luo unexpectedly found that Luo Feng, who was covered in blood and lying on the ground, stood up again.

"What a dog life." Envoy Luo looked contemptuous, he had no intention of deleting the post, because, in this state, Luo Feng's death was a matter of time.

"It must be that Ouyang Wuji didn't want him to die too quickly, and wanted to torture him slowly." Envoy Luo finally guessed this way.

Many people also had the same idea as Envoy Luo.

"When you killed my son, you should have thought that this day would come." Ouyang Wuji looked down at Luo Feng from a high place, his eyes were cold, and murderous intent was surging, "Your worthless life is far inferior to my son. Killing you today can't vent my hatred."

Luo Feng lowered his head, as if he was supporting something, and his body seemed to be about to fall down at any time.

"Are you a child of destiny?" Ouyang Wuji suddenly took out another arrow to kill the gods, "Dead people are all the same."

The sun shone on the arrow to kill the gods, and the divine light shone brightly, and the light flickered, which was extremely extraordinary.

At this moment, Luo Feng, who had his head down, suddenly raised his eyes. There was blood on his face, but his eyes were still bright. The two beams of light that seemed to contain divine brilliance shot out at this moment.

It was like two rainbow lights, rushing straight into the sky.

A line between life and death.

There was only one thought left in Luo Feng's mind.

Since he was hit by the arrow to kill the gods and fell to the island, Luo Feng has been trying the final killer move, the ancient art of summoning gods.

Now, there is only one last chance left.

Luo Feng's heart, on the contrary, was extremely peaceful at this moment.

Like a calm lake, sparkling and silvery.

In his mind, the hand seals made by the ancient giant seemed to be replayed in Luo Feng's mind at an extremely slow speed. Every trajectory, every arc, and every inch of space contained infinite mysteries.

The sky and the earth changed color.

The morning sun was covered by dark clouds, and the sky seemed to be gray all of a sudden.

The wind blew up, the black hair fluttered, and the two brilliant beams of light were particularly dazzling at this moment.

Luo Feng's hands quickly formed seals.

His mind was completely immersed in it, as if he was controlling this piece of heaven and earth, turning into a giant and evolving magic.

The breath in the air completely changed.

Inexplicably weird.

Many people felt a sudden blockage in their chests, and they were panicked.

Ouyang Wuji's pupils also shrank suddenly, his eyes stared at Luo Feng, and without hesitation, the arrow of killing the god shot out.

Whoosh!

Like a dragon with a transparent body and lightning wrapped around it, it opened its ferocious fangs and descended from the sky, with an amazing momentum, murderous intent, and a bloody breath lingering in the sky.

"Descend!"

Luo Feng uttered a word lightly, waved his handprint, and the ancient god descended and came to the world again, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds changed suddenly.

The terrifying breath was like a volcanic eruption in an instant, sweeping across the entire sky.

Ka!

A clear and crisp sound.

The indestructible arrow of killing the gods was actually broken.

The handprint was invincible, crushing and covering, and blasted towards Ouyang Wuji in one fell swoop.

Ouyang Wuji was horrified in his heart and defended with all his strength, but he was still hit, and he was repelled with a bang, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, staining his clothes red. His body was out of control all of a sudden, and he fell headfirst into the lake.

Puff!

At this moment, Luo Feng also vomited blood again.

As seen at the temple altar, performing the ‘Ancient Descending Technique’ requires a huge price.

However, even if he still had a breath left, Luo Feng could not let himself fall.

His body had already exceeded the load it could bear, but Luo Feng held on to his last breath. At the moment when Ouyang Wuji was knocked into the water by the Ancient Descending Technique, Luo Feng quickly took a Nine-Turn Holy Pill, turned around quickly, and rushed towards the direction of the mysterious water palace. This distance required passing some ships with warriors watching the battle. With Luo Feng’s current state, ordinary dark energy could kill him.

However, no one dared to move!

No one could imagine the scene that had just happened...

The dying Luo Feng, counterattacked, so shocking!

Miracle!

This is truly a miracle!

Everyone was stunned, replaying the scene over and over in their minds.

The seriously injured Luo Demon King actually made Ouyang Wuji fall into the water with one move.

Unimaginable.

Unbelievable.

Stunned!

At this moment, Luo Feng had reached the surface of the water where the mysterious water palace was located. His tense body relaxed and he let his body fall down. Soon, a vortex appeared and directly swept Luo Feng into the mysterious water palace.

Splash!

Beside the lake island, the lake water rushed to the sky. Ouyang Wuji looked a little embarrassed. He rushed up, his eyes were like lightning, and he swept around. His face was extremely ugly.

Failed!

He, Ouyang Wuji, actually fell in the hands of a kid in front of all the warriors in the world.