"Who are you, how do you here?" Lan Feng glanced at the young man with bloody eyes and said coldly. Looking at his appearance, if the young man answered unsatisfiedly, he would definitely take action.
"You are Lan Feng, a junior soul warrior." The young man did not answer Lan Feng's words, but instead chuckled and said disdainfully, with a sense of contempt.
"Kill you enough." Lan Feng shouted, and with a thought, he left a phantom of conversation on the spot. The next moment, he had already appeared in front of the young man, and he clenched his big hand into a fist, and hit the young man's face with a bang.
There was a loud "boom", and in front of the tomb, I saw a young man who was watching and writing, with a big hand, and he ran away in the air, colliding with Lanfeng's fist.
"Crack..." The young man's figure shook and then took a few steps back before calming down. He raised his head and looked at Lan Feng with a hint of surprise.
"Not bad... so strong body." The young man called out a few times, and his whole body leaped, emitting a strong sense of fighting. He said confidently, "I am just the person you hate, the dean's disciple, Qiu Mengchang, let go of the battle, don't let me look down on you."
"Okay, very, very very, very very, you have to die today." Lan Feng's bloody eyes burst out with a charming blood light, and the blood-lighting evil aura rolled around him. The shadow of the Nine Dragons roared towards the sky, and the wild sword energy surged, sending a shock that was domineering the nine heavens and ten earths.
The blood map was urged by Lan Feng, and then twisted and turned into a bloody battle knife, illuminating the whole night, and was raised high by Lan Feng and slashed down in the air.
Qiu Mengchang's expression remained unchanged, and his big hands formed a cross, and he was silently chanting something in his mouth. Suddenly, the runes around him lit up, and a Tai Chi pattern was painted on the top of his head, and he met him.
"Shit..."
The bloody battle knife hit the pattern, and there was no shocking sound, but the pattern was flashing green light, and it shook the sword and bounced out, and at the same time the pattern was blue light disappeared.
"In order not to affect your mother's cemetery, come up, Lan Feng, we will fight to the death if you lose." Qiu Mengchang shouted, Fu Yao went straight up, and revealed it in the air.
"Aoah..."
The bloody battle knife twisted and turned into a blood-colored blue dragon, and roared towards the sky. Lan Feng's figure swayed and turned into a blood light and sank into the blood dragon, merged into the blood dragon, and roared into the air.
The upper yard hurt Lan Feng's heart. At this time, he was undoubtedly in the midst of anger. He needed a punching bag, and he ignored how powerful this punching bag was. Anyway, he was fighting hard, bloody.
He melted into the blood dragon and transformed into the great way. Wherever the blood dragon passed, the blood energy rolled and the whole sky was changing color. The blood clouds were outside the four fields, and the sky rolled in, floating in the air, dyeing the night blood red.
"Ao." The blood dragon soared over the blood clouds, and broke out from the blood clouds, and opened its bloody mouth and bit Qiu Mengchang.
Qiu Meng looked at it and smiled. His big hand flipped, and a bronze mirror appeared and exposed on his hand. The bronze mirror was smooth and shining under the night.
"Zhengzheng." Qiu Mengchang tapped the bronze mirror twice with his hand. Suddenly the entire bronze mirror slowly magnified. After a while of lyrics, the bronze mirror shone brightly, and the light gradually became dazzling, as if it was about to illuminate the entire night sky.
"Aoao..." The blood dragon pounced over and was shining by its light, and felt the whole body heat up, and it was about to turn into black water in an instant. The blood dragon roared heart-wrenchingly, and the blood dragon shook and dissipated, revealing Lan Feng's figure.
Lan Feng's figure was shining by the light on the mirror, and he felt that his whole body was about to burn, and his heart-wrenching pain was painful.
"Ahh..." Lan Feng fell into the light and roared heart-wrenchingly. The mental method in his body began to run wildly, and he revealed the halo of talking in the room.
The halo of the dantian covered itself and protected itself. Suddenly the heat of scratching dissipated. Lan Feng recovered from the light, and his figure swayed, pounced towards the bronze mirror, raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, and hit the bronze mirror. But with a loud "boom", he smashed the bronze mirror and broke it away.
Qiu Mengchang's expression suddenly became extremely ugly. He cherished this bronze mirror magic weapon very much. He was attacked by Lan Feng and became slightly angry.
Qiu Mengchang looked at him with a glaring look and snorted coldly. His big hand flipped over and grabbed a black iron sword out of thin air. He pointed the sword at the sky with one hand, dragged his fingers in front of his lips and whispered in a while. After brewing for a while, his fingers dragged it up and pointed it to the hilt of the sword. The iron sword suddenly shone brightly.
A green light penetrated from the tip of his sword, flew over the nine nights, and paused in the air. As soon as it exploded, the entire air changed color, dark clouds surged, purple lightning crossed, and thunder exploded.
Lan Feng snorted, and his whole body swelled, "Ao" the Nine Dragons roared to the sky, and the sword energy roared and clear to the nine heavens. Four ancient swords penetrated from his body and rotated with his whole body.
Lan Feng raised his head with his bloody eyes and looked at the sky. The four ancient swords were conscious of their intentions and rose up from the sky. They were together in the air. The light shone and turned into a giant sword.
Ruo Xiruyi and the others were awakened by the shocking thunder and walked towards the cemetery to see what was going on. As soon as they came out, they saw the purple lightning crossing in the air thunder blew up. Suddenly, a purple lightning as thick as a thigh fell from the air and penetrated into Qiu Mengchang's iron sword. The purple lightning of the iron sword suddenly flashed.
Seeing this, Ruo Xiruyi and the others exclaimed. They recognized the power of this spiritual skill of Beiming Academy and attracted the thunder of heaven and earth for their own use.
"This is the famous spiritual judgment of the old man Gong Rupan, the dean of the Beiming Academy. Was this old man here in person?" Ruyi was shocked during the battle in Yuncheng. His eyes were shocked and his eyesight was not as good as ordinary people. He only knew that purple lightning and thunder were roaring in the sky and could not see the fighting person, so he asked with such concern.
Ruoxi grabbed Ruyi's hands tightly and half-wrugged her, whispering, "It's not the old thing Gong Rupan, but his successor Qiu Mengchang. Although Qiu Mengchang is a peak soul warrior, Feng'er has the inheritance of the Heavenly Lord. In times of crisis, the Heavenly Lord will protect him for peace. Ruyi is relieved. Let's go, we can't help. Staying here will cause Feng'er to be distracted."
Ruyi nodded and walked back to the cemetery with Ruoxi. They were two young women who looked young, but after a battle, they injured their origin. Their cultivation was destroyed and they turned into mortals, becoming ordinary people, and they became like ordinary people. They were in their seventies or eighties but were already old. They were approaching their twilight years and were no longer young.
At this time, Qiu Mengchang pointed his sword at the sky little by little. The purple lightning crossed in the air exploded, and a barrel of purple lightning condensed, passing through the dark clouds and purging towards Lanfeng.
"Boom..."
Lan Feng stood in the air with his feet on the Blood Map. The giant sword caused by the sword shaking, raised it high, and then slashed it across the sky, splitting the entire purple lightning in half, and breaking it out.
"Bang bang..."
Several purple lightnings condensed in the air together and turned into a purple lightning. This time, the purple lightning was much thicker than the previous one, and the purple lightning thunder sound burst down violently, shaking the entire air.
With a loud "boom", purple lightning broke through the air and slashed onto the giant sword, and directly slashed the entire giant sword. The giant sword light continued to talk darkly, and turned into four ancient swords and flew back, sank into Lan Feng's body and disappeared.
"Haha..." Seeing Qiu Mengchang looked up at the sky and laughed, "Lan Feng dies for me."
As he said that, Qiu Mengchang was lying on his body, and he sank the sword into pieces of purple lightning and thunder, like a purple lightning and thundering, holding an iron sword in his hand, and the purple lightning crossed and rotated in the air to accompany his body.
Suddenly, Qiu Mengchang rushed out of the purple lightning and rushed towards Lanfeng with the overwhelming purple lightning.
Lan Feng's bloody eyes were half-squinted into a line and looked upwards. He held the dantian halo in his hand and walked upwards to the air, trying to meet Qiu Mengchang head-on.
But in the air, Qiu Mengchang suddenly stopped. The iron sword swung, and a "rake" sound, and the rolling purple lightning rushed towards Lanfeng.
"Boom..."
Lan Feng was covered with half of the Dantian halo, holding half of the Dantian halo in his hand, and it was not inside the purple lightning, and it bombarded. After a moment, Lan Feng was hit and flew out from inside the purple lightning.
His whole body was charred by purple lightning, his head was burned in a mess, and he looked like an old beggar who had come out of some doghouse, in a very embarrassed manner.
"Cough cough..." Lan Feng's charred face showed a hint of paleness. He coughed twice, but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. He was about to fall down in the air. He was no match for Qiu Mengchang.
After a moment of silence, Lan Feng slashed his big hand, and the halo of the dantian came out of his body, draped around him and continued to rotate, and the charred state recovered as visible to the naked eye.
"What kind of martial arts is this, or is it the Spiritual Skill of the Heavenly Lord?" Qiu Mengchang looked shocked. Just now, Lan Feng was covered in the purple lightning, and his bare hands were bombarded with the purple lightning. He saw it very clearly that the other party was bombarded and flew out just because his cultivation was insufficient. This halo was not weaker than the thunder.
Then Qiu Mengchang showed joy again. Will these be mine in a while? Qiu Mengchang is very confident.