Chapter 1423 (1/2)

”Hum! You look up to yourself too! ”

The young man with cold face snorted coldly, and his body was full of blue light. There was a huge wave in his body, and his breath was more than twice as strong as before. Obviously, he didn't take it seriously before. Although the young man with squint eyes was abolished by the other side, he was just a warrior in the later period of the real Yuan Dynasty, which was not worthy of his attention. But now Luofeng's arrogant attitude completely angered him. No Keep your hands ready.

One step out, the green light on the cold faced youth turns into water, hovering on the edge of the sword, just like a dragon tossing endlessly, a sword flying out of the sky.

”A sword of crazy Jiaos!”

Whoa!

The green sword's strength soared in the air and turned into a huge ferocious water Jiao. It roared to Luofeng. Where it passed, the wind was raging and the ground was plowed with a huge sword mark.

”You are not the only warrior in the middle of zhenyuanjing.”

Luo Feng sneers, and the majestic Zhenyuan bursts out, which makes the surrounding space tremble slightly. A huge fire Gang bursts out from the emperor's burning sky breaking Sabre and cuts in the air.

”Death!”

Wheeze!

The sound of tearing the cloth sounded, and the fierce water Jiao was cut off in one piece, and it was split towards the cold faced youth in the back.

”The water is all over the sky!”

The cold faced young man's face changed greatly, and his whole body turned into huge waves. All these waves were made up of small swords, which were kept around him in a whirlpool, cutting the air to a snort.

Boom!

With a loud sound, the knife light and the current were annihilated at the same time, and the cold faced youth were shocked to step back for several times and spit out a deep breath of turbid air.

”The six middle stages of zhenyuanjing!”

”This young man is actually a warrior in the middle period of the real Yuan Dynasty. It seems that he is even more powerful than Lin Yue.”

”Who is he?”

”At this age, young swordsmen with such strength can't be ordinary people. I'm afraid they're not the people who come out of the cloud country. It's the people of the four dynasties, or the pilgrims... ”

Feeling the majestic fluctuation of Zhenyuan on Luofeng, most people's faces are dignified and guess Luofeng's identity one after another.

Su Rui was stunned for a long time, and then returned to his mind. He said to himself, ”in the middle of the six stages of zhenyuanjing Is he really Luofeng

”You don't have to be merciful when you do it together.” The eleventh Prince looked at Luo Feng with a low voice. In his capacity, he naturally disdained to fight.

”Do it!”

Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush!

Including the cold faced youth, four young martial artists appeared around Luofeng and surrounded him.

”Boy, you are really strong. Unfortunately, you are too arrogant. This is where you are buried today! ”

Cold faced young man looks green. He almost suffered a loss in Luo Feng's hands just now, which makes him hard to accept. But he only thinks that he underestimated the other side. It's too careless. Now, with the other three real yuan martial artists, he thinks that he wants to defeat Luo Feng, but it's just a matter of turning his hands.

Luo Feng is full of anger and there is no place to vent. When he hears the words, his eyes are full of cold light and a sneer:

”come on, try it if you have the ability.”

All the audience were shocked. Apart from Lin Yue, the other three were all true Yuanjing warriors. One of them was true Yuanjing in the later stage, and the other two were true Yuanjing in the five peak stage. The four joined hands. I'm afraid that as the 11th Prince of true Yuanjing in the six peak stage, he had to give up. He was not afraid at all!

They can't imagine why they have such bravery in such a young body.

”Boy, you want to die!”

”Kill!”

The four people are generally admired by others. How could they ever be so despised and provoked? They are furious one after another. The strong killing intention and the fluctuation of Zhenyuan make Canyang in the West become tragic. There is an amazing dust on the street.

All four of them are swordsmen. At the same time, they fight to kill time. They are full of horror and attack Luo Feng.

Luo Feng's face remained unchanged, running Zhenyuan, a sense of cold autumn's killing burst out from his body, and a knife split out.

”The autumn rain breaks the soul.”