"Your uncle!"

In the storm, the giant flaming lion was swaying in the storm, but it seemed so small.

Tong Jiuyou's face stiffened at this moment.

In the sky, the endless black clouds rolled in the sky, accompanied by the deafening roar of thunder, and countless huge sword energy like battleships emerged from the clouds, sweeping the mountains and the land with an absolute sense of oppression, as if they were going to destroy everything.

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The mountains trembled because of it, the rivers roared because of it, and the earth collapsed because of it.

This! This is the random sword strike of Crazy Asan in the old days, blocking Luo Feng’s ultimate goal of saving his life.

"This...how to fight like this? Raising your hand is a devastating attack," Tong Jiuyou looked at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng stood upright like a spear in the wind, and the mahogany sword in his hand vibrated violently.

Staring at the black-haired old man with his eyes tightly closed on the top of the mountain, he was like a dead tree, but he contained terrifying and destructive power.

"Is this the strength of a ninth-grade great swordsman?" Luo Feng held the peach wood sword tightly, his fighting spirit rising sharply.

"Coming!" Tong Jiuyou shouted angrily.

"boom!"

The sky shook, and countless giant battleship-like sword energies quickly crashed towards the mountains, rivers and land.

"Children, be careful," the black-haired old man said softly, his voice trembling throughout the world.

Luo Feng's face darkened, and he made a secret with one hand in the air.

Only five bang-bang-bang thunders were heard, and five ancient blue-gold doors exuding powerful runes appeared in the void, gathering strength here.

"Let's go!" Luo Feng pushed Tong Jiuyou away, his aura surged, and his eyes shot out two blue-gold rays of light.

"This...I can't leave even if I want to. With the speed of falling and the area covered, I..." Even though Tong Jiuyou's fighting spirit increased, he knew in his heart that this "Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong" was not him at all.

This level of cultivation can compete.

"I didn't expect to meet such a powerful one when I first arrived. It seems that entering the eye of the storm is even harder than climbing to the sky," Luo Feng's sword energy reached straight into the sky.

The Ji family sword is shaped like a divine dragon entrenched above the head, and stands with Luo Feng's peach wood sword. The energy of the divine dragon melts into the peach wood sword, and the divine light surges.

"Yes, I can use the blood sword shape to fuse it with your extraordinary peach wood sword to increase the attack power. It seems that I am still an eighth-level swordsman. It's rare. It's too rare. What a talent. I'm afraid I won't lose.

That Ji Zhantian from the Ji family, who are you from the Ji family?"

The black-haired old man couldn't help but praise him, but his tone contained a hint of pride and contempt.

Luo Feng ignored it and raised the peach wood sword with both hands, and the sword energy in the sky quickly gathered in the sword body.

The terrifying energy caused the space to begin to vibrate.

"What a terrifying sword energy. Is Lao Luo already so powerful now?" Tong Jiuyou, whose black hair was dancing behind him, felt his heart tremble. He could feel the power of Luo Feng's sword, which contained a deep hole of sword energy.

But...

The pale-faced Tong Jiuyou looked at the rapidly approaching sword energy and clenched his fists.

"But it's far from enough."

"Please, Luo Feng, please speak up, please," Luo Feng's eyes narrowed.

Less than 1% of the penetrating sword intention is Luo Feng's strongest method.

In the face of such a strong sense of oppression and tense time, you have to stay calm and find the faintest trace of penetrating sword intent. This is no objection to risking one's life.

Once, twice, three times...

"Hurry, hurry up!" Luo Feng closed his eyes tightly, looking for the glimmer of light that could keep him alive in the darkness.

"Luo Feng, we're here, we're coming soon, what should we do?" Tong Jiuyou was sweating profusely.

The sword group has reached a distance of three thousand meters in the sky, and will surely reach the first level of the Nine-layer Mountain in ten seconds.

Luo Feng did not answer. At this time, his breath converged and blended into the mountains and the earth.

The 378th time, the 379th time, the 381st time...

At the cost of violently consuming his mental power, Luo Feng captured the less than one percent ray of light in the mental space.

"Luo Feng, what are you doing?" Tong Jiuyou scratched his head anxiously.

The black-haired old man at the top of the mountain smiled faintly, "He is capturing the penetrating sword intention, but it seems that he has not fully grasped it."

"Transparent sword intention?" Tong Jiuyou stamped his foot, turned around and grabbed the machete, his blood aura melting into the blade.

"Ignorant child, what are you trying to do to delay your friend's time? Be careful and you may die," the black-haired old man joked.

"Hmph, I, Tong Jiuyou, can fight to the death, but I will never abandon my brothers," Tong Jiuyou raised his head, and the giant sword energy suddenly appeared, reaching the top of the mountain.

"I'll risk my life with you," Tong Jiuyou stood in front of Luo Feng and roared to the sky.

The black-haired old man asked curiously, "Ignorant child, how do you deal with it?"

"Hmph, old man, you are right, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Today I will show you the methods of my future Xuanjing warrior!"

Tong Jiuyou stared at death as if he were home, and his body sank slightly at this moment. He put one hand on the ground to gather strength and dragged the knife with the other. The flaming lion above his head seemed to feel some kind of call, and his body expanded rapidly.

"So that's it. The incredible bloodline technique uses your own blood essence and blood to burn as energy, thereby increasing the power. Is this your bloodline ability?" A trace of surprise flashed in the corner of the black-haired old man's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

, all that was left was regret, which was an explanation of Tong Jiuyou's death.

"Come on!" Tong Jiuyou looked up to the sky and roared, his body suddenly shot out, directly towards the sky sword group.

On the top of the mountain, under the sky, deep in the depths of a giant flaming lion, a young man holding a machete was like an undefeated god king, facing a group of swords on his own.

The black-haired old man slowly opened his eyes in the wind, and was actually touched by the warriors of the new era. He was holding his beard and shouting loudly, and his voice stirred the world.

"Soaring up ninety thousand miles, I dare to ask about the great road between heaven and earth. The brave boy shakes the floating tree, and the spiritual thoughts will last forever in the thousands of realms. Okay, okay, great, then let me see what the blood of the new era is like."

"Let me show you!" In the sky, the flaming lion was shaped like a mountain. With the roar of the blood lion, its mouth opened wide. Tong Jiuyou held the machete and shot out. His body twisted rapidly in the air, and the machete suddenly struck out.

"boom!"

A bloody sword energy like a long river stretched across the sky, vowing to block the sword attack of Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong.

The group of swords intertwined with the long river of blood, making a deafening sound that stirred thousands of miles.

The terrifying energy pushed forward layer by layer, like a terrifying wave, and continued to spread towards the outskirts of the snow-capped mountains.

"Yes," the black-haired old man looked at the scene where blood was surging, "but it's a pity, you can't stop it for too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two-meter machete in Tong Jiuyou's hand suddenly shattered under the sword group, and what shattered was the long river of blood that blocked Luo Feng's entire attack.

"Pfft!"

Tong Jiuyou screamed.

The seven orifices were bleeding, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out. Under the impact of the swords at an even more alarming speed, it fell like a kite with its string broken toward the mountain top below.

"Brother, these three seconds are my strongest attack, and the rest is up to you!" Tong Jiuyou's sad and angry voice sounded in Tiandiji, stirring into the depths of Luo Feng's spiritual space below.

And at this moment, Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

"boom!"

Blue-gold brilliance burst out from the peach wood sword above Luo Feng's head, and spread thousands of miles.

"Succeeded?" The black-haired old man was startled.

The black hair danced wildly, Luo Feng moved, and the five Rashomon gates were fully unfolded.

"Brother, these three seconds are enough!"
Chapter completed!