Chapter 1,223: Honored!

This is the sword technique that Luo Feng learned from the battle between the Jiuli Holy Sword and the mysterious sword.

Just one formula.

Take the overpass!

Luo Feng rarely used it, but at this moment, facing Qing Yi Mu Ting, Luo Feng swung this sword.

The shame of the past on Zhujian Peak can be cut off with one sword today.

The force of the sword cut through the sky, destroying everything.

In the blink of an eye, the extremely dazzling sword light enveloped him, carrying an unrivaled momentum.

Song Ziyuan was completely panicked. Between gritted teeth, he took out a piece of silver paper with a mysterious weapon pattern on it.

The moment the paper was swung out, a dazzling silver light burst out, forming a waterfall-like barrier to block Luo Feng's sword.

Almost at the same time, Song Ziyuan shouted urgently, "Miss Muting, let's go!"

No hesitation, no hesitation.

Song Ziyuan turned around and retreated. At this moment, he no longer cared about his face. Song Ziyuan felt that if he didn't take the opportunity to retreat immediately, he might really be left in this plane completely.

The native he looked down upon was far more terrifying than he imagined.

"Only the elders in the sect can suppress him." Song Ziyuan retreated towards the direction of the whirlpool passage, "The younger generation, among the ten sects in Songzhou, only those ten geniuses can rival him!"

Although Song Ziyuan was reluctant to admit it, the facts were now before his eyes.

boom!

The extremely terrifying slash of the sword made the silver barrier tremble, as if it was about to break at any moment.

"Let's go!" In the distance, many envoys who had been defeated by Luo Feng long ago had shocked expressions on their faces and desperately fled in the direction of the whirlpool of the passage.

In addition to fear in their hearts, they are also cursing their mothers. As envoys, they come to all major planes. This is equivalent to the status of an imperial envoy. Wherever they go, they are not worshiped by others? You can get a lot of benefits from just walking around.

But this time, they stumbled.

Mu Ting, who was in green clothes, clenched the sword in her hand, glanced at Luo Feng through the silver barrier, her expression flashed with reluctance, and finally turned around and retreated.

Boom!

The silver barrier thundered and shattered,

The paper turned into crumbs and drifted away in the wind.

The envoys of the ten sects had already fled near the passage.

"Now that we are here, why rush to leave?" Luo Feng's voice sounded behind them, "Those who can go back alive, please tell me that I, Luo Feng, will soon step into the realm of hell and crush the lives of your so-called top ten geniuses. pride!"

Whoosh!

As he finished speaking, Luo Feng swung out his flying knives. One after another, the sharp and terrifying flying knives contained terrifying power and flew away forcefully.

"Ah!" A messenger walking behind screamed, with a flying knife stuck in his back, and rushed into the whirlpool channel.

Song Ziyuan was stabbed directly in the buttocks. He howled in pain. He felt that Luo Feng was deliberately making him sick. The knife was inserted directly into the center of the buttocks.

At the critical moment, each of them resorted to life-saving measures, fled frantically, and disappeared into the whirlpool passage.

This scene made everyone on Sword Peak look stunned.

The ten holy envoys came with haloes all over their bodies. They were like superiors descending on this plane with a bird's-eye view.

However, before they had time to feel the glory, Luo Feng swept them all away with an absolutely tyrannical attitude, and finally fled back in embarrassment.

What they didn't know was that Luo Feng's last flying knife was already showing mercy.

After all, he will leave here and enter the realm of hell. If he drives out all the envoys of the ten sects, it will trigger revenge and bring disaster to the warrior world.

This is also the reason why Luo Feng threatened to challenge the top ten geniuses. He wanted to use the mouth of the messenger to tell the strong man behind him that he had arrived in the Heavenly Hell Realm and wanted to take revenge and settle the grudges in the Heavenly Hell Realm.

"Junior brother, you are pulling me further and further away." Chu Liuxing looked at Luo Feng with some depression. He still remembered that when Luo Feng first entered the Dragon Palace, he was the top player on the Peach Blossom Ranking. But now, Chu Liuxing felt that he was not the same as him. The gap between Luo Feng is getting farther and farther.

"Maybe after entering the Hell Realm, senior brother will have a great opportunity." Luo Feng smiled.

The envoys of the ten sects fled, and the evil sect was defeated. Soon, on the sword peak, the battle was completely over.

"The Seven Abyss Evil Sect is also to blame for themselves this time. After this battle, it will take many years for them to rise again." The leader of Daotian looked at Luo Feng. This person, alone, changed a plane. pattern.

The leader of Daotian was also thankful that he had made the right choice.

If not, today's station at Sword Peak will also become the cemetery of the Daotian sect.

At this time, the whirlpool of the passage in the distance suddenly became much darker.

"The passage is about to be closed." Daotian Cult Master warned.

"It's time for us to leave." Luo Feng jumped up and sat behind Yaoyaoling, "Everyone, we will meet again someday."

Luo Feng looked around the crowd and couldn't help but pause for a moment when he saw Song Daiying. Song Daiying gave him a charming smile.

Whoosh whoosh!

Chu Liuxing, Xiao Jun, Qian Yilan, and his own judges all jumped over and stood shoulder to shoulder with Luo Feng.

"Let's go!" Feeling reluctant, Luo Feng still shouted resolutely and patted the demon spirit on the head. The demon spirit roared and hurried towards the whirlpool passage.

One after another, the figures disappeared into the whirlpool passage, and everything returned to calm in the Sword Peak.

"Go back and practice hard!" Tie Mian clenched his fists, "We will meet with the boss when we enter the realm of hell."

One by one turned around and left.

Song Daiying also left. She did not return to the Dragon Palace, but returned directly to Dunan Miao Village. She inherited the ancient Zhuyou technique and returned to the temple to practice, which would achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"Leave some disciples to clean up the battlefield." Daotian Sect Leader swept his eyes around, and at the same time, his voice fell loudly, "From now on, the warrior world will respect the Dragon Palace as the most important."

The words of Daotian Sect Leader undoubtedly established the status of the Dragon Palace.

Even though Luo Feng and others have left, Daotian Sect Leader may be the only one in the warrior world who is now in the second level of the shackles realm. However, after witnessing Luo Feng's battle, he has no intention of competing with Luo Feng.

"Respect the Dragon Palace!"

The words echoed throughout Zhujian Peak, and the disciples of the two sects heard it with mixed feelings and some discomfort.

Once upon a time, the three sects were the supreme in the warrior world, but now, the Dragon Palace has surpassed them.

But no one was dissatisfied.

After the battle at Zhujian Peak, the warrior world seemed to have returned to peace all of a sudden.

In another world, however, there were waves, and a huge curtain was about to be lifted.

In the vortex channel, the moment Luo Feng stepped into it, he felt the breath of the formation and the weapon pattern folded together, but it was too high-level for Luo Feng to comprehend.

The body moved with the vortex involuntarily, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly.

Finally, Luo Feng's legs touched the ground, and the sun was dazzling. After adapting for a while, Luo Feng slowly opened his eyes.