Chapter 1128: miracle

Chapter 1128
"The King of Luo is Dead"!
There is also a photo attached to the post.
Seeing that it was taken from a distance, the golden morning sun was shining on the island, the rocks were broken, the land was potholes, and the trees were broken, as if it had been in a big storm.
That attack smashed the body of Martial Artist World Fengyun, covered in blood, and fell to the ground.
The angle at which the photo was taken happened to also capture Ouyang Wuji, standing in the sky with indifferent eyes, looking down below.
There was a sharp cry.
Qian Yilan collapsed suddenly, crying out of control.
Heart is angina.
At this moment, it was as if the soul was out of the body, and the whole person lost his soul.
An atmosphere of sadness spreads across the airport VIP lounge.
Despair, pain, and, monstrous hatred.
After crying bitterly, everyone's breath seemed to become extraordinarily cold.
call out!
Qian Yilan suddenly drew his sword.
"Lan Lan!" Song Daiying was shocked and subconsciously grabbed Qian Yilan's arm.
"Don't worry, I won't do stupid things. His hatred has not been reported yet." Chiylan murmured, and suddenly grabbed a bunch of her own blue silk. With a stroke of the sword, the green silk slipped.
"In this life, Ouyang will not die, and will not tie the blue silk."
The voice was very low, but it was like a bolt of thunder.
Yan Guilai looked at Qian Yilan with shocking eyes. It is undeniable that her strength, wanting to kill Ouyang Wuji, is like an ant, wanting to kill an elephant, but at this moment, Yan Guilai really felt the voice. It contains unimaginable power.
"Let's set off." Yan returned with a low voice.
Cang Dang!
The iron face slammed the phone to the ground, tears in his eyes violently, "I have only one wish left in my life to destroy the Heavenly Sect!"
set off!
A group of several people, with a heart of heavy grief and hatred, moved forward at the fastest speed in the direction of the ancient ruins.
lake.
Small island.
The rising sun is shining.
"Huh, this stubborn life is really hard." The Luoshen envoy watched from a distance, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and posted the live broadcast on the forum, the one "The Devil of Luo is Dead", and attached a picture. It was sent by the Luoshen Envoy.
However, after posting the picture, Luo Shenhua unexpectedly discovered that Luo Feng, who was covered with blood and fell to the ground, stood up again.
"It's really a dog's life." Luoshen's gaze was contemptuous. He didn't mean to delete the post, because Luo Feng in this state would die sooner or later.
"It must be Ouyang Wuji who doesn't want him to die too happily, and wants to torture him slowly." Luoshen finally guessed like this.
Many people have the same idea as Luo Shenshi.
"When you killed my son, you should have thought that there will be today." Ouyang Wuji was condescending, looking down at Luo Feng, his eyes were cold and murderous intent was surging, "You are so cheap, far less than my son, kill today. You can't vent the hatred in my heart."
Luo Feng lowered his head, as if he was supporting something, and his body seemed to fall down at any time.
"Are you the proud son of heaven?" Ouyang Wuji suddenly took out a of death arrow again, "Dead people are the same."
The sun shines, reflecting the arrow of the of death, the divine light is shining, and the streamer is shining, extremely extraordinary.
At this moment, Luo Feng, with his head down, suddenly raised his eyes. There was blood on his face, but his eyes were still shining. Those two beams of light seemed to contain the spirit. At this moment, they shot out.
It is like two rainbow lights, straight into the sky.
Life and death line.
There was only one thought left in Luo Feng's mind.
From the time he was blasted down on this island by Zhushen Arrow, Luo Feng was trying, and finally, the ultimate move, the ancient descending technique.
Right now, there is only one last chance left.
Luo Feng's heart, on the contrary, at this moment, tranquility to the extreme.
Like a calm lake, shimmering and gleaming silver.
In his mind, the handprints made by the ancient giant seemed to be playing back in Luo Feng's mind at an extremely slow speed. Every trajectory, every arc, and every inch of space contained infinite mysteries.
Heaven and earth, discoloration.
The morning sun was covered by dark clouds, and the sky seemed to be grayed down suddenly.
The violent wind gusted up, the black hair danced wildly, and the two beaming beams were particularly dazzling at this moment.
Luo Feng's hands quickly formed seals.
The mind was completely immersed, as if manipulating this piece of heaven and earth, transformed into a giant, and evolved magically.
The breath in the air completely changed.
Inexplicably weird.
Many people feel a sudden blockage in their chests, making them panic.
Ouyang Wuji's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes fixed on Luo Feng, and without hesitation, he shot the arrow of God.
call out!
Like a transparent, lightning-entangled flood dragon, spreading its hideous fangs, it descended from the sky with an amazing aura, surging murderous intent, breath, and lingering in the sky.
"drop!"
Luo Feng spit out a word, waved his handprints, the ancients descended from the gods and returned to the world, the world changed color, and the situation changed suddenly.
The horrible breath instantly swept across the sky like a volcanic eruption.
Click!
There was a sharp crack.
The invincible Zhushen Arrow was broken.
The handprints were invincible, crushed and covered, and hit Ouyang Wuji in one fell swoop.
Ouyang Wuji was shocked in his heart and defended with all his strength, but he was still shocked, rumbling and retreating, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his clothes were dyed red, and his body was suddenly uncontrollable, and he fell to the lake.
puff!
At this moment, Luo Feng also vomited blood again.
As seen in the altar of the temple, the use of the ‘Ancient Deity Spell’ requires a great price.
However, even if he still had a breath, Luo Feng couldn't let himself fall like this.
The body has already exceeded the load it can bear, but Luo Feng bit his last breath tightly. The moment Ouyang Wou-ki was shaken into the water by the ancient god-descending technique, Luo Feng quickly took down a nine-turn holy pill and turned quickly. , Towards the direction of the mysterious water palace, rushing violently, this distance, through some ships with martial artists watching the battle, Luo Feng's current state, ordinary dark energy, he can be cut down.
However, no one dared to move!
No one can imagine the scene that just happened before...
Dying Luo Feng, counterattack, so shocking!
miracle!
This is truly a miracle!
Everyone was stunned, and in their minds, they played back the scenes just now over and over again.
The badly wounded Demon King Luo unexpectedly caused Ouyang Wuji to fall into the water.
unimaginable.
incredible.
stunned!
At this moment, Luo Feng had reached the water surface where the mysterious water palace was, and his tight body was immediately loosened, letting his body fall, plummeting and descending, and soon, a whirlpool appeared, directly involving Luo Feng. The mysterious water palace.
Wow!
Next to the small island of the lake, the water soared into the sky, Ouyang Wuji was a little embarrassed, he rushed straight up, his eyes were like electricity, and he swept around, his complexion was hard to see the extreme.
Planted!
He Ouyang Wuji was actually planted in the hands of a kid in front of the world martial artist.