"Luo Feng!" Upon seeing this, Xingtong pulled away and went to rescue him.

Gretel dodged forward, but kicked him back.

"Get away!" Xingtong's eyes flashed fiercely, and black lightning rolled around him.

"You'd better take care of yourself!" Grit said calmly, "If you fight with me, you still have a chance of survival. That guy Fekir has the inheritance of the old emperor, and he has all kinds of heaven-defying treasures and secret techniques. You can only

Will get you killed."

He didn't want Xingtong to die so quickly, after all, he was an opponent with great potential.

Compared with Fekir, there was a gap in their training time. With the blessing of various innate advantages, Gretel could see that it was impossible for them to compete with this "second generation emperor" in a short time.

As for Luo Feng, it depends on his luck.

"Don't...don't come over!" Luo Feng, who was pale and pale, was nailed to the building, his eyes looking directly at Feqir who was coming through the void, "I can do it, believe me."

"You can?" Fekir sneered, and stepped in front of Luo Feng, grabbing the golden trident with one hand and holding it high in the air with his bare hands.

Faint runes linger around the trident, absorbing Luo Feng's sea of ​​energy at an astonishing speed.

Luo Feng held the trident tightly with both hands, but was surprised to find that he could not move away at all, and a strong suction force locked it tightly.

"Where do you think you can, um, answer me?"

"Hmph, without the armor on your body, you would be dead. It seems like you are nothing more than that," Luo Feng said calmly.

"Don't provoke me, and it's not shameful. This is my advantage."

"My grandfather was the top powerhouse of the old era, and I am the successor who carries my grandfather's inheritance. This is my advantage."

"Look at you, those stupid guys have almost blown you to the sky. You have exhausted all your abilities, but you just forced me to use the level of Eryou Cave. Tell me, are you useless?

"

"Not convinced?" Fekir asked himself and answered, "Why don't I wait until you reach the Nine Nether Realm before I fight with you? What a bullshit twin bloodline pioneer. Come on, show me your Emperor's bloodline. I want to see it."

Let’s see how strong you are.”

"You bastard, your words really make me angry," Luo Feng's pupils trembled, "Okay, I'll satisfy you then!"

"boom!"

Blood mist spurted out instantly, and blood streaks instantly covered the whole body.

The second level of the Emperor's bloodline was also opened at this moment.

"Come!" Luo Feng transformed into an out-of-control beast, his aura boiling with the activation of the Emperor's bloodline. He ignored the trident penetrating his body and advanced straight towards Ferid, reaching out to grab Ferid's face.

"Is this the Emperor's bloodline?" Fekir was startled, and he could clearly feel Luo Feng's aura changing.

If Luo Feng gave him the feeling just now that it was like an unfathomable pool of water, then the water in this lake and pool now was like boiling magma.

"I want to see what's so special about your Emperor's bloodline!" Relying on his grandfather Bao Kai, Fekir refused to retreat and punched Luo Feng's palm.

The palms and fists collided, and the wind pressure exploded in mid-air.

The two of them quickly retreated.

Fekir returned to the ocean, the runes flashed, the mountains and rivers behind him turned into a world of ice and snow, and the cold air was overwhelming!

Luo Feng landed on the messy street, and his body produced scorching heat as the rhythm of war appeared. Blood mist filled the streets, making everything seem to melt.

"Come!" The trident in Fekir's hand flashed through the air, and the murderous aura in the sky swept the tide and headed straight for Luo Feng on the city's land.

"boom!"

Luo Feng moved, and a blood rainbow shot out from the ground, and the floor was cut open by the impact in an instant.

Under the terrifying impact, Luo Feng reached the coastline in an instant.

Without hesitation, Luo Feng punched out into the void.

The Terror Authority is more powerful and handy than before when it faced Caesar.

One punch can split the tide in two.

"What a terrifying strange power. It doesn't rely on Qi, let alone the blessing of runes. Can it really be possible to achieve such power by relying only on blood?" Fekir was shocked.

"Where are you looking?" From the parting ocean, an afterimage emitting scorching heat came crashing over.

It's faster.

Luo Feng actually learned Di Wushuang's mysterious steps.

"boom!"

A punch hit the defenseless Fekir in the face.

"Wow!"

Fekir spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body turned into a golden afterimage, and flew thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, already breaking the speed of sound.

"What's that pace? It feels so mysterious!" Fekir moved forward and flew into the air.

Kneading the magic with his hands, Fekir glared at the bloody figure shooting out from below, "You bastard, if you dare to hit me in the face, go to hell!"

"Huh!" Luo Feng disappeared.

Before Fekir could lock onto Luo Feng's figure, a sound wave approached, affecting the frequency of the air sea, and the supreme secret technique that was finally mobilized was once again affected.

Undoubtedly, under Luo Feng's sonic attack, this is simply a natural nemesis for the rune warlock.

"You bastard, you love to play dirty tricks like this!" Feride was so angry that Luo Feng's punch hit him. Although it did not cause any substantial damage to him, it undoubtedly angered him completely.

He gave up the advantage of rune spells and moved his eyes in the space, quickly catching Luo Feng's figure.

"This guy's pace is so powerful. It seems even weirder than what my grandfather passed down to me. Where did this kid learn it?"

The dense bloody afterimage of the ocean below flashed, and the ocean in the sky was rolled up into the sky.

Ferid wanted to spread out his five senses and capture Luo Feng's figure.

But he was surprised to find that the damn black mist actually blocked his five senses, like an airtight wall.

"No, this kid has too many weird tricks, we can't fight him in close combat," said Fekir, who was protected by Bao Kai, but also felt a little frightened after many battles.

He began to rise higher.

As everyone knows, Emperor Ryuzaki, the strongest creature on the surface, is only limited to the surface.

Relying on body functions to attack also exposed a fatal weakness.

That means the air offensive will be weakened too much.

But...

Luo Feng had already expected this.

"My master is waiting for you in the sky!"

Twisting against his scales, Luo Feng's body sank, and suddenly he shot into the air like a wild horse that had escaped the reins.

"So fast," Fekir was shocked. Luo Feng's speed had far surpassed him.

"You're looking for death. How can you fight me if you don't have any leverage?" A trace of murderous intent burst out from the corner of Fekir's eyes, and he activated his bloodline ability with the trident in his hand.

Suddenly, a giant trident measuring dozens of feet suddenly appeared in the void, turning into a giant ship and crushing towards Luo Feng.

"Really!" Everything was as expected by Luo Feng.

All he saw was that the reverse scale in Luo Feng's hand changed flexibly and hit the golden trident, and once again used the force to go straight towards Ferid.

"Oops!" Fekir's face was extremely gloomy. "You're a clown who only knows how to hide. Besides brutal melee combat, what else can you do?"

"Yes, you are right, but isn't this what you are afraid of? It seems that you are also afraid of the Emperor's bloodline. Why, don't you want to see it? Let me see it!"

"boom!"

The scorching temperature distorted the space around Fekir. Just when Fekir was about to continue taking off, Luo Feng ducked in front of him.

That distance is already more than three thousand meters from the ocean.

Countless strong men can only capture them with their five senses.

And in the next moment, everyone's expressions changed.

All the sounds around him disappeared strangely.

"That breath is..."

"No," someone exclaimed, "Is that kid's master..."

"Old madman!"

"He is the descendant of the old madman!"

Very few people know that Master Luo Feng is well-known, and he is an old lunatic who once trampled on the old emperor's era and could look at Emperor Ryuzaki in the eye.

"Master, that's..." Leng Qianlong also felt the sudden burst of breath from high in the sky.

The old lunatic held his beard indifferently, "This kid hasn't mastered the power of colorless form yet. Did he get it from that crazy girl Xuanyuan Liuli?"

The strong wind howled in Fekir's ears, and gradually became quiet and strange.

As Luo Feng stood close in front of Fekir, the inverse scale in his hand that was ready to go erupted with an unprecedented white light that swallowed up everything around him.

At this moment, even Baokai on his body seemed to feel the danger, and it burst out with golden light, protecting Fekir tightly.

"What is this, what are you going to do!"
Chapter completed!