Chapter 1092 Beautiful Son!

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In the boundless desert, the sun is shining brightly, and the golden sand layer is shining like a mirror.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three disciples of the Blood Demon Sect in black robes flew in mid-air like a wind and lightning, pulling streams of light tens of meters behind them. Exceeded the speed of sound.

"Hey, I finally found Luo Feng. Last time the Canglan Dynasty jointly held a hunting conference, I was cut off by a Linglong Palace disciple and almost lost my life. This account must be settled today!"

A one-armed warrior on the left touched his empty left sleeve, with a cold light in his eyes and a cruel expression on his face.

"I heard that in this hunting competition, Luo Feng ranked fourth in the personal record list. It seems that the death of the Blood Poison Demon General is related to him. This man's combat power is very important. We had better not underestimate the enemy, lest we regret later .” One said.

"Hmph, it's just a rumor."

The one-armed warrior who spoke first waved his hand, and said indifferently: "I was in Dayang City at the time. The Blood Poison Demon General was killed by Yang Dingtian, the lord of Dayang City. What does it have to do with Luo Feng? , with Senior Brother Cui here, are you afraid that he will cause some waves?"

As he said that, the one-armed warrior looked at the young man in the middle with awe in his eyes.

The young man's name is Cui Qi. He is just over twenty years old. He is much younger than him, but he is already at the middle stage of the ninth level of the Spiritual Spinning Realm, which is a full level higher than him. Magic general!

"Hurry up, Luo Feng caused heavy losses to our Blood Demon Sect, this time we must not let him leave the Scarlet Flame Desert alive."

The young man looked indifferent and said very little, but a simple sentence was full of murderous intent.

"yes!"

The other two didn't dare to disobey the young man's words, and speeded up at the same time.

Um?

Not far away, the young man raised his eyebrows, and suddenly looked down with sharp eyes.

In the desert, a slender figure in a blue shirt was flying forward against the sand layer.

The speed of the figures was extremely fast, and they were no longer under them. As they ran, there were many phantoms behind them, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake. The speed seemed slow, but it was inconceivably fast. The strong wind cut a huge crack in the desert.

"Hey, this lightness kungfu... should be the Mirage and Phantom Step of the Emerald Hall. We go to the same place!"

In mid-air, the one-armed warrior looked at the figure and said to the young man beside him.

"Since he is a member of the Twelve Golden Halls of the Canglan Dynasty, he should be killed, so as to avoid 20% of the disaster in the future."

The young man had no expression on his face, his eyes fixed on the figure, and he drew his sword and slashed down.

Chi!

The sharpness filled the air, and the huge sword gang, more than 100 meters long, flashed in the void, instantly cutting the figure on the desert in two, and a deep sword mark was cut on the sand layer, which could not be closed for a long time.

"Brother Cui is good at swordsmanship!" the middle-aged warrior complimented.

The young man didn't speak, but there was a trace of suspicion on his face. He stared closely, and his face changed suddenly.

"That's not the real body, retreat!"

While drinking coldly, the figure of the young man swept out.

next moment!

An incomparably condensed sword energy suddenly shot up from below the three of them, and the middle-aged warrior who wanted to compliment the young man just felt alert when his body suddenly turned cold. Passing by, he immediately lost consciousness and fell into eternal darkness.

Pooh!

Blood spattered, the middle-aged warrior's body was split in two from the middle, the incision was smooth and smooth, and blood rained down from the sky.

"ah!"

The one-armed warrior exclaimed in shock, and stood at the same place with the sword-wearing young man, looking around in fear, and shouted: "Who is it! Mingren don't do secret things, come out!"

The young warrior did not speak, but looked to the left with gloomy eyes.

There stood a slender figure.

The figure holds a sword and wears a light blue dress.

The body still has the sharpness of swordsmanship left behind.

Looking up, the young warrior stared slightly.

Judging by his attire, this person is obviously a man, but the other person has a stunning face that makes countless women jealous, with black hair tied behind his head, dancing with the wind, exquisite facial features, a pair of bright eyes that are as bright as stars, slender The heroic air between the eyebrows is revealed, and the temperament is dusty. Even as a man, the young man can't help but feel amazed: there are such beautiful men in the world.

However, the young man did not feel contemptuous of the other party because of his weak appearance, and his eyes were very serious.

Judging from the fluctuation of vitality, the other party's cultivation base is not inferior to his. He is also a mid-level Ninth Level Spiritual Spinning Realm fighter, and he has also practiced such unique skills as the Emerald Palace Welcome Mizong Step. His strength is by no means as simple as it appears on the surface.

Moan!

Young Master Mei shook his sword, looked at the two Blood Demon Sect disciples with bright eyes, and spoke coldly:

"Smart people don't do dark things. It seems that this sentence should be said by me."

The one-armed warrior looked up, and a look of astonishment also flashed in his eyes, and immediately said in surprise: "You...you are the 'first son' Yue Haitang!"

It's no wonder that he was so surprised. In this hunting meeting, there were two names, which were widely circulated among the disciples of the major demon sects, and they were all in the limelight.

One is Luo Feng, and the other is Yue Haitang.

Luo Feng became famous because of the map of the Demon Sect's stronghold; and Yue Haitang, because of his amazing and weird record.

In the hunting meeting, Yue Haitang killed more than 5,000 Demon Sect disciples alone, which is equivalent to slaughtering a Demon Sect stronghold by one person.

Even the murderous disciples of the Demon Sect, upon hearing this record, many people's faces changed, and they felt a little more afraid of this name in their hearts.

"It turns out that you are the 'No. 1 Young Master' Yue Haitang. If that's the case, then I don't want to keep you. It's a joy to be able to kill two young masters from the Twelve Golden Palaces today!"

The young warrior stared at the beautiful young master opposite, his eyes were full of cruelty, and he also heard about Yue Haitang's astonishing achievements. Among the people he wants to kill, Yue Haitang can be ranked in the top three.

Chi!

As soon as the words fell, the sword in the young warrior's hand trembled, and a sword stabbed out.

In an instant, the dazzling blood-colored sword aura pierced out, and the air was filled with a strong blood-colored aura, which made people sick. In just an instant, the blood-colored sword aura pierced through the head of the beautiful son and dissipated into nothingness.

"It's a phantom again!"

The young warrior's face was gloomy, and his voice was a little annoyed.

The Phantom Mirage Step in the Emerald Palace of the Canglan Dynasty is a kind of light-weight martial art that combines phantom array and body skills. When it is used, it can confuse the enemy. He has only heard of it before, but he did not expect to actually do it. Such a body technique is actually so troublesome.

brush!

Young Master Mei is none other than Yue Haitang, who appeared ten steps away, looked at the young man with bright eyes, frowned and asked:

"Two young masters from the Twelve Golden Palace, who is the other one? Is it Luo Feng? Is he really here?"

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