Chapter 418: Iron Pen Suppresses Strange Knife, Iron Fist Suppresses Red...

Seeing this, Guai Dao Pan Aotian's indifferent expression suddenly became furious. The nearly thousand kilogram sword in his hand suddenly swung horizontally, and the majestic momentum surged out like a man holding a barrier against ten thousand men. His eyes widened like copper bells, and he struck fiercely. Staring at Luo Feng and Iron Mask who were walking up, he roared, "This is your end point."

Luo Feng looked indifferent and continued to walk forward calmly. He was getting closer and closer to Pan Aotian. Everyone could not help but subconsciously have a thought in their minds. What if Luo Feng really walked in front of the strange knife Pan Aotian? , will he directly shout, "Give way..."

However, it's strange that Daopan Aotian didn't give everyone a chance to verify.

At this moment, he shouted loudly, and the heavy sword in his hand suddenly turned into a phantom, crashed through the air, and hit the top of Luo Feng's head.

The heartbeats of many people in the distance were at their throats, and all of them subconsciously opened their eyes wide.

Luo Feng, the scumbag of warriors, must finally take action.

Otherwise, with this knife strike, the body and head would be absolutely separated.

While everyone was waiting to see how capable Luo Feng was, Luo Feng didn't even move his eyelids, quietly watching the big sword strike down.

Keng!

At the critical moment, an extremely clear sound of metal collision resounded.

In front of Luo Feng, a figure appeared.

The cold-faced judge held up the silver stylus with one hand and abruptly blocked the sword.

"What!" Wei Daopan Aotian's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on the judge for an instant.

Holding the pen with one arm, he was able to block a blow from his own heavy sword, which shows how terrifying this person's strength is.

This scene also stunned the people watching from a distance.

"I can tell that in the first eighteen levels, they haven't exerted their strength at all."

"If Wei Daopan Aotian is defeated, then the so-called nine levels and eighteen cards will become a joke."

"Yes, he threatened that Luo Feng was not qualified to walk up the mountain, but in the end, he still walked up the mountain arrogantly."

Keng! Keng! Keng!

Stylus vs Sword!

In an instant, the collision caused violent vibrations.

It was as if the space was distorted, and invisible ripples of momentum were stirring.

At this time, Luo Feng and Tiemian had already bypassed the strange knife-pan Aotian and continued to move forward.

"Stop!" Pan Aotian's eyes flashed with anger, and he struck out furiously. The big knife in his hand pointed at Luo Feng's back. However, at this moment, there seemed to be a sharp cone stabbing behind him. The feeling of sharpness invaded him, his face suddenly changed, his steps suddenly turned around, he gave up chasing Luo Feng, and barely avoided the judge's attack. The anger in his eyes became even stronger, "You are looking for death."

As he spoke, the invisible blade struck the judge like a thousand peaks.

boom! boom! boom!

The figures of the two people walked from the stairs to the pavilion. In an instant, the tyrannical force destroyed a corner of the pavilion.

"It's a bit satisfying." The judge laughed, "Although the strength is average, the sword skills are still good."

Average strength?

Everyone stared at the judge with strange expressions.

What he said simply made it impossible for others to live. Everyone knows that Kai Daopan Aotian's sword skills are superb, but his internal strength is not weak either. He is at the peak of the ninth level of Ming Jin, and the next level is the level of Dark Jin. Is this just average strength? This is nothing more than bragging. However, the judge proved with actual actions that what he said was the truth.

call!

The iron pen in his hand suppressed and there was a resounding sound. Pan Aotian held the heavy sword in both hands and clearly felt the force of the shock, which made the tiger's mouth feel numb and his face turned pale with horror.

"Luo Feng and the others have reached the final level." At this time, Xingyi Sect disciples came forward to report, their faces pale and panicked, "However, Luo Feng still did not take action, and only one of them was left. The follower is dealing with the strange Daopan Aotian. Luo Feng and another follower are walking towards this direction, and they are already less than 500 meters away."

"What!" Deng Buyuan couldn't help but stood up again, his face suddenly changed.

After a while, evil aura surged out of his eyes almost subconsciously.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Luo Feng coming over.

However, he had already said that Luo Feng would be forced to kneel or be tied to the hero stage. Luo Feng's move was undoubtedly a severe slap in the face.

He was not qualified to walk up the mountain, but now he was less than 500 meters away.

Unstoppable.

"Luo Feng, it seems that I really underestimated you before." Deng Buyuan's face was extremely cold and ferocious.

"There are still 500 meters left, brother Deng. Maybe there will be an unexpected surprise." At this time, Elder Xie Ge of the Red Fist Sect said with a smile, "My junior brother Qiufeng has already gone to snipe Luo Feng."

Hearing this, Deng Buyuan's pupils couldn't help but shrink, "The genius among the younger generation of the Red Fist Sect who is most promising to enter Anjin, Tian Qiufeng?"

"Exactly." Xie Ge smiled slightly, "Junior Brother Qiu Feng is only thirty years old, but he is already at the peak of the ninth rank. What he lacks is the understanding in battle. Since the followers of the warrior scum Luo Feng are so arrogant, then let Qiu Feng simply Junior brother, go learn their clever tricks!”

Hope was rekindled in Deng Buyuan's heart.

Together with Wei Dao Pan Aotian, two powerful men at the peak of the ninth level of Ming Jin went to snipe Luo Feng. If they couldn't stop them, then...he had no choice but to do it himself.

"Peerless Red Fist?" At this time, Tian Qiufeng had already started fighting with Tie Mian, and Tie Mian's eyes flashed with a fiery light, "It's interesting, haha... look at my Iron Fist!"

boom! boom! boom!

The two of them punched each other several times in an extremely arrogant manner.

The two figures separated at the same time.

Tian Qiufeng looked at the opponent in front of him solemnly. The opponent's tyranny was beyond his expectation. Although he did not use all his strength, Tian Qiufeng could clearly feel that the opponent still had some remaining strength.

"Let's fight!" Tie Mian laughed loudly. After sweeping away his previous depressed mood, he finally found a more decent opponent. Tie Mian suddenly had a feeling in his heart that he was a little reluctant to destroy him.

Iron Face is reluctant to part with him, but Judge is willing to do so.

With a stroke of the pen, the word "war" floated into the air.

The Jue of War burst out with unparalleled fighting power, and the overwhelming power rushed towards the strange knife disk Aotian...

Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng!

The broadsword in Pan Aotian's hand was not held firmly and was knocked away. The judge jumped in the air and kicked his broadsword off the cliff. At the same time, he swung away the stylus in his hand and launched several consecutive attacks, completely The ground suppressed the strange Daopan Aotian.

"I told you, your strength is still a bit weak." The judge glanced at Pan Aotian indifferently, then glanced back, with a contemptuous smile on his face, "Nine levels and eighteen cards, just with these gadgets, you can't even Our boss is not qualified to take action."