Chapter 248: Fighting with Wind and Thunder!

"Sword Corps Gathering Yuan!" A high-spirited sword master shouted, and a strong corpse energy surged all over his body. At the same time, the other two high-spirited sword masters of the corpse sword sect also slashed the magical swords at the same time. The nine sword masters in front of him suddenly formed a sword formation in front of the three of them. The tips of the nine white spirit-level divine swords were integrated, and the same gray chaos appeared in the center of the nine divine swords.

With a serious look, the great sword masters of the various sects retreated one after another. When the nine sword masters' sword corpses summoned the divine sword, the sects realized that the previous rumors were not exaggerated. Not only did they have the same cultivation level, they were all in the small heavenly position of the sword master, but the level of the magic sword was also at the middle-grade Bailing level. As for the Xinggenus, because the unique corpse refining method of the Corpse Sword Sect has turned into the Death Sword with the heaviest yin energy.

Many great sword masters can feel that only a little true spirit is retained in each sword corpse, but with this little true spirit alone, each sword corpse can exert its strength of eight points.

At this time, the nine sword corpses and swords were integrated into one, and in the center of the sword formation, the gray chaos was imprisoned and condensed into a little gray light.

Click—

The next moment, the nine divine swords sounded like a broken sound, and the three corpse sword masters of the Great Sword Sect suddenly felt a "color" on their faces. Facing Lu Fenglei's punch, they did not dare to be negligent. Chaos manifested, so naturally they could only compete with chaos. Unfortunately, there were only three of them here. Otherwise, with their unique ground-level sword formation of the Corpse Sect, the corpse gathering formation of the Sword Sect, they would not only lead to such a little chaos and damage the nine white spirit-level divine swords.

But at this moment, the three of them did not dare to neglect. The nine sword corpses and sword formations were as small as a whole, and the little chaos suddenly flew out of the air. The dark sword intent of the Death Evil surrounds the chaos that was only the size of an ordinary fist, and rushed towards the pure gold and quaint fist of Lu Fenglei.

Boom-

Chaos touched and collapsed a hundred miles of space. The pale void ripples spread, and dozens of heaven and earth powers descended, forming a vast majesty of heaven and earth, blocking it in front of the great sword masters of the sects.

Pedal-

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With a big step back, Lu Fenglei's right arm, a series of golden blood slits appeared. He had been seriously injured before. At this moment, he barely controlled the Ancestral Dragon Clan and used the power of the ten dragons that he had not yet fully controlled, which immediately caused the injury to his body. The flesh and blood ruptured and the spiritual blood flowed. Even the thousand-foot-foot-foot-old ancient dragon body shrank back to its original state.

With a raised brow, Zhao Qianye took a step forward.

"Qianye!" Nie Qingtian grabbed Zhao Qianye's shoulder.

"Let go!" Zhao Qianye said in a deep voice.

"Qianye!" Next to him, Luo Xinyu also reached out and grabbed Zhao Qianye's right shoulder, and looked at Longquan and the others at the same time.

With his eyebrows frowned, Zhao Qianye stopped immediately.

With a sneer, looking at Lu Fenglei, a great sword master from the Corpse Sword Sect sneered: "Why, you still have fantasies! That power, even if your father is strong, you will definitely not be able to survive. This pit is his tomb!"

As this person said, the three of them had never left Longquan's body. As the Dragon Clan Emperor, it was an existence that was comparable to the ancestor of their Corpse Sword Sect. If Longquan had not been present, even if one or two sword corpses were lost just now, they would have definitely let Lu Fenglei fall on the spot. After all, when Lu Fenglei fought in Lingxiao Sect, the fighting spirit and talent shown by Lu Fenglei was really amazing. If he could grow up, the world would inevitably become a great enemy.

The three of them never thought of reconciliation for the Jintian Sect. After all, the ancestor of the Corpse Sword Sect was one of the fifteen peerless sword aristocrats who suppressed Lu Qing. This hatred, with the relationship between Luo Xinyu and others and Lu Qing, was already hard to erase.

Therefore, the three of them were filled with endless joy about Lu Qing's fall at this moment, and they had the same thoughts. There were other fourteen major sects, among which Lingxiao Sect was the most obvious, and their smiles were all revealed on their faces. After all, although their peerless sword ancestor of Lingxiao Sect did not fall in Lu Qing's hands, what is the difference between them and falling? Thinking of the baby who is now in the sect, Lingxiao and the other four were very angry.

"The three are right, and I, Lingxiao Sect, agree very much. For such a peerless strong man, I, Lingxiao Sect, will send external disciples to Zhu Tianxiang when I have time."

Ling Xiao laughed out loud and gave a sword ceremony to the three great sword masters of the Corpse Sword Sect. Seeing this, the three Corpse Sword Sect immediately returned the ceremony with a smile. These old monsters who have been experienced for a long time have already been familiar with the worldly affairs, but in an instant, they have made up their minds.

Looking at the suppressed sword intent of Luo Xinyu and the other two, and trying to suppress it on him and others, but holding it back, the smile on Ling Xiao and the other four were getting stronger.

"Bastard! Who are you?" Lu Fenglei's eyes were red, and a violent aura was revealed on his body. He stared at Ling Xiao and said, "At that time, if it weren't for your saint of Ling Xiao Sect, you wouldn't be there, Ling Xiao, standing here, defeated general! He is also a villain here, so he is really shameless! I, Lu Fenglei, are ashamed to talk to you!"

"You—" Ling Xiao's face was stunned and his face turned red immediately. Once upon a time, as one of the five purple emperor-level sects in the continent, the supreme master of Ling Xiao Sect and a powerful man, had suffered such humiliation in front of others. Lu Fenglei's words made him feel concise and unswervingly, and it also caused a huge wave.

Nothing said anything else. Ling Xiao's body, the domineering Heavenly Thunder sword intent condensed, and the 5,000-foot-high sword intent giant sword gathered endless heavenly thunder and slashed towards Lu Fenglei in the air. The pale void ripples turned into sword blades and condensed on the sword blade. The tyrannical sword roar was like thunder, breaking through the void dozens of miles.

"Ling Xiao, do you have only this ability? Even if you are seriously injured, you can't defeat me even if you don't use my Ancestral Dragon Dragon Ball! My father, you can't beat me! My son can also wipe you out between your fingers!" Lu Fenglei smiled at the sky, and the pure gold "color" ancient dragon's true power flowed on his body. At this moment, a powerful fighting spirit rose, and a phantom of a thousand feet of golden dragon appeared behind it. Without relying on the power of the Ancestral Dragon, this phantom of the golden dragon is Lu Fenglei's own dragon body.

As the body and magic of Lu Feng Leilong condensed, the pure gold-colored ancient dragon's true power suddenly wrapped its whole body like gold liquid. The injuries on the body immediately healed at an astonishing speed.

A golden light flashed in his eyes, and Long Quan shouted: "That's it! The true body of the ancient dragon should be used to support the war! It will rise through a hundred battles!"

hold head high--

The dragon "Ying" shook the sky, his body was as big as an ordinary person, but Lu Fenglei's instant punch was like an ancient god coming to the world in the eyes of the great sword masters of various sects, and a fist that suppressed the sky and the earth was intended to rise up on his body.

"This is the intention of fist, yes!" Long Quan nodded, "The intention of fist is condensed, and the true body of the ancient dragon can be considered as entering the house. When the intention of fist is fully mature, it will be the time to become the Dragon Emperor!"

Next to him, Ruoshui's eyes were flowing. Although his expression was calm, his eyes did not stop much on Lu Fenglei. In the sinkhole at this moment, the deep underground and time and space were twisted, as if something was brewing. For some reason, it seemed that no one could see it. She could clearly sense one of the powerful vitality, but why, the Great Sword Masters of the Sects did not react at all?

Moreover, Ruoshui was sure that the Dragon Emperor, who was comparable to the peerless sword ancestor, had never sensed it, but why was he so calm?

The many doubts made Ruoshui feel very uncomfortable. As for the previous one, the sword intent of the Heavenly Dao that bound her movements, she felt powerless. Even her own sword intent began to go against her own wishes. What else is completely her own.

boom--

A loud noise that shook the sky was shaking in the pit. Even if the heavenly thunder sword intent condensed by Ling Xiao was infused with all nine-point momentum of heaven and earth, it had no resistance in front of Lu Fenglei's punch and was shattered by one punch.

puff--

He vomited a mouthful of blood, and the sword intent was forced, and Ling Xiao was suddenly shaking.

"How about it, you are convinced! If you don't agree, you will fight for life and death! If you win, why don't you give this great head to you!" Lu Fenglei's eyes were like lightning, and he gave birth to golden light. He stared at Ling Xiao, who was supported by two great sword masters. His eyes suddenly opened wide and he shouted loudly, "You dare to fight!"

Dare to fight!

The crazy fighting spirit spread in the void and spread across tens of thousands of miles in an instant. The great sword masters of various sects looked sideways. Lu Fenglei's fighting spirit was never seen with their long-standing experience of killing.

At this time, the three great sword masters of Lingxiao Sect had just woken up. Lingxiao had just angered Lu Fenglei, which was really not a wise move.

His eyes were also red, but Ling Xiao did not respond, because he had already known from the punch that he had no chance of winning in a life-and-death battle with Lu Fenglei. Lu Fenglei was already strong before he could use the Ancestral Dragon Ball. He could even fight with him the Peerless Sword Ancestor of Lingxiao Sect. If he had been in vain, he would have died in vain.

"What, you dare not! You hesitate! You are scared! Don't find any reason! When you see Lu in the future, don't behave like a villain again, otherwise Lu will have to do something once when he sees you. It depends on whether Lu's fist is hard or your Ling Xiao's thick skin!" Lu Fenglei spitted out the blood foam, and his body was full of madness.

puff--

Hearing these words, Ling Xiao could no longer bear it, and he vomited his blood, and his whole body became depressed.
Chapter completed!