"Lao Luo, it's up to you."

Tong Jiuyou's body fell rapidly, and his body turned into flames and disappeared into the sword energy in the sky.

But! The sound was deep in Luo Feng's mind for a long time.

Luo Feng did not answer, and focused on the sword, and his eyes sucked and spit out the divine light.

The fourth style of Guihai is accompanied by the simplest way.

A light soared into the sky, like a carp leaping through the dragon gate and passing through the fifth level of Rasho Gate.

"roar!"

The sword energy soared into the sky, shaking the space, and the majestic and powerful force approached the group of swords that were falling down with the shattered bloody ocean.

"boom!"

The ultimate sword energy was intertwined, the space was twisted sharply, and the wind rushed wildly toward all directions.

This might alarmed Ji Ye, who was at the deepest part of Jiuchun Mountain.

"Master, this breath is the blood of the Ji family," said an old man in white beside him.

"That little beast is here after all, I want to see how capable he has."

The sword energy is intertwined, the storm swept the world, and the mountains and rivers are shattered.

Luo Feng swayed in the wind, blocking the group of swords against the sky.

He transformed into the posture of a god king, pointing directly to the black-haired old man on the top of the mountain with one hand, his eyes as quiet as a mirror and lake.

"Young friend of the sword intent has mastered it. It's a pity to have such achievements at a young age."

"Today, if you don't come here and wait until you break through the Nine Nether Realm, with your ability, you will definitely become the next Ji Zhantian."

The old black-haired man held his beard and sighed three times.

The voice was ethereal and powerful, which was an envy of the blood of the new era and a deep regret for Luo Feng.

"Those who block me will die," Luo Feng's voice stirred in the world, and his black hair danced wildly.

Luo Feng moved.

Stepping on the magical steps, his figure turned into a flash of lightning and crossing the storm and heading straight for the top of the mountain like a dead tree.

The black-haired old man shook his head, couldn't bear to close his eyes, and pointed it out towards the void with his finger as a sword.

"boom!"

I only saw the sword rain suddenly appearing in the sky, and his hands and feet were filled with his understanding of swordsmanship.

The peach wood sword in Luo Feng's hand was shaking violently. Even if the other party was a powerful person, he would still kill him today.

The "sword net" of the seventh sword in the Twelve Sword Box exploded with unprecedented power under the transparent sword intent.

The swords and rains of both sides were colliding fiercely.

Luo Feng roared in the storm, and the Ji family's blood boiled rapidly, pushing Luo Feng to a higher level.

"My friend, why are you obsessed with it? It's a pity that you have such talent to fall here."

The old black-haired man sighed, "The new era swordsman is rare. You will definitely achieve the great way in the future, so why do you have to show your courage at this moment?"

"I've let the water go, you go."

"Don't leave!" Luo Feng gritted his teeth and raised his hand in the face of the old man. He was a great attack technique against the will of heaven.

This huge gap is ultimately irreparable.

After counting breaths, Luo Feng's sword net was hard to resist. His body was penetrated by a sword energy and nailed to the mountain.

"ah!"

The young man's screams were stirring in the mountain stream, but the fighting spirit became stronger.

"My friend!" A trace of anger flashed across the face of the black-haired old man, "Why are you obsessed with it? Leave quickly."

"No," Luo Feng gushed out blood, his eyes were bloodthirsty. He endured the severe pain and pulled out the sword energy, dragging his seriously injured body and moving again.

The body passed through the ruins and rocks. The young man carried the blood-stained peach wood sword and rushed through at a high speed, rushing to kill the black-haired old man again.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I died sixteen years ago. Today I am here to repay my last kindness," Luo Feng's sad voice stirred the world.

"Ji Ziming, today I will give you the kindness of giving birth to me. In ancient times, I cut my flesh and my mother and my bones and my father. I, Luo Feng, owe you, are still clean now."

"There is no power, since that's the case, you... go."

The black-haired old man slowly closed his eyes, and the mysterious and yellow aura on his head soared into the sky.

The mountain collapsed and turned into a surging stone sword.

Luo Feng's body shot out of the storm, and the peach wood sword in his hand twisted and stirred.

"The ninth style of the Twelve Sword Box, the giant sword."

"boom!"

The sword energy condensed by the peach wood sword turned into a giant sword.

The two swords confronted each other in the air, and the divine power intertwined in the storm.

Luo Feng gushed out a mouthful of blood, and his body was stained with red clothes.

He was seriously injured and used attack techniques one after another, which began to make him unable to bear it.

"This is..." The old black-haired man's face changed slightly and he suddenly stood up.

He looked at Luo Feng's giant sword and shouted angrily, "This is the ninth style of the Twelve Sword Box, who will teach you!"

Without an answer, Luo Feng mobilized Qihai and took action again.

"The tenth style of the Twelve Sword Boxes, Ask the Sky!"

"boom!"

A sword energy soared into the sky, as if it was about to spread the sky through.

"Wen Tian, ​​this is You Tian!" The old black-haired man was moved and looked at Luo Feng in surprise, "Do you know the owner of the Twelve Sword Box, Kui Peishan, who are you?"

The stone sword above the head was shaking violently with the black-haired old man's mood.

"He is the benefactor who teaches me the Twelve Sword Box."

"Yeah...benefactor!" The old man with black hair was stunned, and suddenly there were two lines of tears shed in his old eyes.

The old black-haired man cried sadly, "Brother Kui, you have always been alive. It's so good, it's so good."

"Why did you abandon the sword box and retreat to the world? I thought you had fallen, but I didn't expect that you were still alive."

"But why didn't you tell A San that it was so hard for you to deceive A San."

The old black-haired man was excited and staggered and rolled down from the boulder. He covered his wrinkled old face on the ground, hissing exhausted.

"Brother Kui, without you, A San's sword would have been rusted long ago. He went to the Miller family to become a famous man."

Luo Feng was stunned and didn't know what to react for a moment.

"My friend, where is my brother Kui now?" The old black-haired man staggered and stood up, with an excited smile in his tears.

"Mr. Kui Peishan is in Wufang Mountain, next to a Hongyan Guild named Wei Meiniang."

"Okay, it's great. I have hope. Brother Kui may be the will of heaven. I met the younger generation of your twelve sword boxes. This is the will of heaven that makes you and my brother reunited again."

"My friend won't beat me anymore, I won't beat me anymore," the old black-haired man dispersed the stone sword and sat on the ground in the storm.

Luo Feng didn't have time to think about the reason. Since the other party wanted to let him go, that was of course the best.

"Thank you!" Luo Feng bowed, looking firmly at the depths of Jiuchong Mountain.

"My friend, there are many dangers inside. There are strong men from the Ji family and Miller family in charge. You can't get in," said the old black-haired man.

"You have to go in if you can't get in."

“Why?”

"I owe someone a favor inside, I'm here to pay it back today," Luo Feng's eyes were firm.

Ji Ziming sacrificed the origin of the Ji family's blood for himself.

He wanted to ask the other party, since he hated himself so much, why did he repeatedly do behaviors that were different from her.

"Okay," the old black-haired man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and climbed up from the ground.

"For Brother Kui's sake, A San will help you with your friends."

"Bold San, do you want to betray the Miller family?"

Deep in the Jiuchong Mountain, the Miller family rushed over to hear the news.

Only two people emitting a terrifying aura were seen in the mountains outside the mountain, and their cultivation was as high as the Four Nether Caves were looking at them.

"My friend, what's your name?" The old black-haired man ignored Miller's two entourages and stood in front of Luo Feng, his voice was chic and relieved.

"Boy Luo Feng."

"Okay, my friend Luo Feng, since you have learned the Twelve Sword Box, then you are myself. Just move forward, and A San will create the world for your friend."

"Thank you for your accomplishment, Luo Feng will definitely repay this kindness a hundred times in the future."

Luo Feng knelt down on the top of the mountain, kowtowed three times to the black-haired old man, and suddenly stood up and headed towards the Miller family on the mountain.

"My friend just leave, don't look back. If Ah San dies here today, please tell Brother Kui. Ah San has been thinking about Brother Kui. Since I am afraid there will be no chance to see you again in this life, I will recognize him as my brother in the next life."

"good."

"My friend Luo Feng, let you see the sword master's sword of life fighting. Don't blink. Remember this feeling well, which will be of great help to you to understand the sword intent."

"boom!"
Chapter completed!