Chapter 1480 You Really Broke Through 9 Shackles...

In front of the sacred mountain, the sound of Wan Yong's laughter echoed. He was sitting astride a horse, holding a bright sword across his face. Xue, when he knew that Zhuge wanted to capture Luo Feng, he took the initiative to ask for help.

Wan Yong looked down at Luo Feng and smiled scornfully, "The God of War has created miracles many times, but today, you will not have another miracle."

The sharp sword in Wan Yong's hand shined with extremely dazzling light.

Luo Feng's body was straight, standing calmly with his hands behind his hands, looking at Wan Yong, "She is the granddaughter of Elder Ding Fuyu of Zuilong Peak. Please let her leave first."

Hearing this, Wan Yong immediately looked at Ding Xiang, and soon confirmed Ding Xiang's identity, and couldn't help but smile, "Drunken Dragon Peak, you really value love and righteousness. I didn't expect that someone like you, a traitor, would actually come to say goodbye. Miss Ding, the sword has no eyes, let’s go.”

"Junior brother!" Ding Xiang had tears in her eyes, anxious and helpless.

"Go out and wait for me outside." Luo Feng sent a message to Ding Xiang, "If you stay here, it will hinder my breakout."

Ding Xiang bit her lip tightly, her delicate body trembled slightly, and finally, with tears streaming down her face, she turned around and left.

In her opinion, the little junior brother is doomed.

Will there be a miracle this time?

Although Lilac left, she couldn't help but stop and watch from a distance when she reached a distance. Her hands were shaking and her palms were sweating. However, she still prayed silently, hoping that a miracle would happen.

The wind is blowing!

Wan Yong looked down at Luo Feng from a high position and said proudly, "Destroy your meridians and come with me."

At this moment, Luo Feng's black hair was flying, and his eyes were filled with electric light. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were cold and stern, and his cold voice fell, "Is it just you?"

Luo Feng's eyes suddenly burst out with endless fighting intent.

"I will naturally go to Purple God Palace and Wanhua Peak, but I will walk there by myself without you leading the way."

Wan Yong sneered, "An ignorant kid still dares to speak nonsense. A traitor from the Purple God Palace who will be sentenced to death dares to threaten to set foot on Wanhua Peak."

"Traitor of Purple God Palace!" Luo Feng's eyes flashed with an extremely cold light, and his back stood proudly, as if he could carry the blazing sun on his back. He looked coldly at Wan Yong, and suddenly laughed out loud, "I stood up for Purple God Palace. That’s not what they said when they performed the Thousand Years of Miracles.”

Luo Feng raised his head and laughed.

"What a Zishen Palace, what a... Zishen Palace that is worse than bullshit!"

The image is uninhibited and the black hair dances wildly.

In Wan Yong's opinion, Luo Feng was simply crazy.

"Those who humiliate the Purple God Palace will not die well." Wan Yong waved the sharp sword in his hand and laughed teasingly, "You have made extraordinary achievements for the Purple God Palace for a thousand years? I have also conquered the country for thousands of years. "After a loud laugh, Wan Yong's figure suddenly swept away, and the sharp long knife in his hand suddenly bloomed with a cold light like rustling snowflakes, approaching Luo Feng, and his power was like overwhelming mountains and seas, crushing him forcefully.

At this moment, Ding Xiang's eyes in the distance couldn't help but reveal a hint of despair, and she closed her eyes subconsciously.

Junior brother, you are a genius, why is your fate like this?

Whoosh!

Among the lightning and flint, Luo Feng's figure suddenly dodged and avoided Wan Yong's knife.

At the same time, Luo Feng pulled out the ancient sword he picked up in Secret Realm No. 9.

Although the ancient sword has been eroded by the long years, it was once a secret treasure-level weapon. Luo Feng injected power into it, and the ancient sword bloomed with a desolate and cold aura that penetrated the heart and soul.

"Break the eight shackles?" Wan Yong was slightly taken aback, but he understood immediately and laughed, "How could he defeat the genius who broke the eight shackles by jumping over the ranks with the strength to break the seven shackles? It turned out to be a joke. You are basically a warrior who has broken the eight shackles, tusk tusk, Luo Feng, I have to admit that you are very talented, but unfortunately, you took the wrong path and betrayed the Purple God Palace."

Luo Feng swung the ancient sword, and the bright weapon patterns flashed up. His eyes were cold, "I feel sick when I hear the word 'traitor'."

Keng!

The first collision between the sharp sword and the ancient sword.

With a strong shock, the two figures swept back several meters at the same time.

"It seems that it is a secret treasure tattoo weapon." Wan Yong was slightly surprised, sneered and waved his sword, and attributed all this to the ancient sword tattoo weapon in Luo Feng's hand. Naturally, he had preconceptions, thinking that Luo Feng's power was definitely not as good as his. .

He had just experienced an encounter and broke the eighth shackle. When the battle began, Luo Feng was not in a hurry to use his strength. His opponent was a strong man who had broken the nine shackles. It just so happened that he could use it to test his current strength. strength.

Sword clash!

The moves were exchanged very quickly, and within a short time, the two of them fought fiercely with hundreds of moves.

This scene shocked many white-clothed soldiers around them.

They all know Wan Yong's strength. Among the thousands of people in the White Army, he is at the forefront. Now he has broken nine shackles. However, Luo Feng, a genius who has just entered the Purple God Palace, is actually able to follow Wan Yong fought evenly.

"Junior brother, you are so powerful?" Ding Xiang's eyes widened in disbelief. At the same time, hope was rekindled in her heart, "If junior brother can tie with Wan Yong, then there may be a chance. Breakout."

Ding Xiang clenched her heart tightly and stared at it from a distance.

Suddenly, Ding Xiang's heart sank again.

The other direction...

Another army in white clothes rushed over.

The battle here has attracted attention, and Fu Qi arrived with the white army.

When his eyes fell on the battle ahead, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Obviously, it was beyond his expectation.

Wan Yong, it took him so long to catch the traitor Luo Feng.

Swish!

The bright sword light suddenly shone even brighter.

Wan Yong finally couldn't hold back and burst out the highest secret of the sword technique he mastered.

Endless sword light came straight down, covering the sky and the earth, as if to crush Luo Feng into pieces at this moment.

"Go to hell!" Wan Yong was already killing madly, his mind was filled with anger, a warrior who broke through nine shackles, but couldn't catch the traitor for a long time, which was a shame for Wan Yong.

At this moment, Wan Yong took out his trump card!

He didn't even care about capturing Luo Feng alive, the sword light contained an extremely terrible murderous intent.

Luo Feng raised his eyes, shouted coldly, and suddenly slashed the ancient sword in his hand, performing the heavenly sword art, performing magic, the sword edge swept across, overlapping, difficult to capture, and changing in thousands of ways.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

There were crisp sounds.

The swords collided violently.

Luo Feng suddenly punched out, sweeping the army and directly blasting Wan Yong away.

Swish!

With a light flick of the ancient sword in his hand, Luo Feng pointed at Wan Yong and shook his head slightly, "Are you really a warrior who broke through nine shackles? This strength is too weak."