Chapter 1505 Sword-Questioning Platform, Attacking His Strengths!

With Luo Feng's soul power and powerful perception, he could clearly hear the conversation between Yuan Kong and Huoyun Sword Master, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. This Yuan Kong is really arrogant, but who would regret it? It will come to light.

Gathering his attention, Luo Feng stopped paying attention to the two of them, looked around and found Jiang Fengfeng and Su Zhuyun in the crowd not far away.

Su Zhuyun smiled and nodded. Jiang Fengfeng stood on a sword and waved her little hand excitedly. Regardless of other people's eyes, she made a cheering gesture.

Luo Feng smiled and nodded, his mind suddenly moved, he turned his head and looked to the other side, a fiery red figure jumped into his eyes, it was Ming Feng who had seen one side on the Sword Asking Stage before.

Beside Mingfeng, there are a few young people, judging from the aura fluctuations, their cultivation bases are all extraordinary, and the lowest one is at least at the eighth level of the True Yuan Realm. Among the young disciples, they are outstanding and eye-catching.

Meeting Luo Feng's eyes, Mingfeng hesitated a little, and nodded, as a greeting.

Luo Feng also nodded in response, and then looked away.

"Mingfeng, why are you and that kid so polite?"

Next to him, a tall male disciple in Tsing Yi with a cold breath noticed Mingfeng's gaze and asked.

Another Sword Tomb disciple smiled and said, "Senior Sister Mingfeng, do you also want to go to the Sword Asking Stage?"

The male disciple in Tsing Yi sneered: "What qualifications does he have to let Ming Feng take action? We can take the stage by any one of us, and one move can make him fail miserably."

"Senior brother Lin is right. If we go up, we won't be bullying the small with the big."

"Hehe, this is not good. It's been a long time since it was so lively, and I don't want it to end so soon."

Several disciples chatted and laughed with each other, and they didn't pay any attention to the upcoming competition, as if they were spectators who stayed out of the matter.

Only Mingfeng never spoke, took a look at Luo Feng, then closed her eyes, observed carefully, she could see a little bit of light like sparks, shining on her skin, so bright.

About half an hour later, all the seats were filled with hundreds of sword masters. Some of them had fierce eyes, some were as gentle as jade, some had white hair and childlike faces, and some were like children. Everyone had different appearances and temperaments, but their auras were extremely terrifying. , Luo Feng couldn't figure it out.

But at this moment, the surrounding area of ​​the Sword Asking Stage has been covered by sword light,

Almost all the sword tomb disciples rushed over, the number exceeded a thousand, and some of them stared at Luo Feng with piercing eyes.

These sword tomb disciples are all masters who comprehend the meaning of the sword. Thousands of eyes gathered together, and the aura generated was extremely terrifying, and the air even produced slight ripples.

If it is an ordinary person, being watched by so many sword masters, I am afraid that they will lose their minds and go crazy immediately.

Luo Feng was in the general situation, and he was not affected by his gaze at all, drinking tea calmly, talking with Mu Qingxue and Yue Haitang about some things in the world.

Seeing this scene, those sword masters who had originally dismissed Luo Feng couldn't help showing a little more interest in their eyes.

hum!

Suddenly, the clear and crisp sound of swords from Holy Sword Peak stopped, and the discussion in the whole Sword Asking Stage gradually became quieter, and a needle could be heard falling, and everyone looked forward to it, and the sword-asking stage contest was next!

The sword cry fell, and Sword Master Xingyun, who was not far from Luo Feng, got up and took a step forward. A dreamy figure instantly appeared above the sword-questioning platform, looking around with a pair of beautiful eyes, and slowly said:

"The reason for convening everyone this time must be clear to everyone. Next, Luo Feng, a disciple of the Linglong Palace of the Canglan Dynasty, will compete with the younger generation of disciples of our Sword Tomb. This competition is related to the prosperity of our Sword Tomb and has a great relationship. I hope that each of you will show your true strength, and don't be negligent. In addition, a martial arts competition is not a life-and-death vendetta, everyone, please stop as soon as possible, and don't make killers."

After Master Xingyun's words fell, the atmosphere in the entire sword-questioning stage suddenly became tense.

Sword Master Xingyun turned his gaze and looked at Luo Feng with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Mu Qingxue said to Luo Feng: "Go."

Luo Feng nodded, stood up and wanted to go on stage.

"Luo Feng!"

Yue Haitang called Luo Feng to stop, stood up as well, looked at him with a pair of eyes, and said: "Be careful."

Luo Feng patted Yue Haitang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't disappoint you. Just get ready to enter the Sword Tomb."

After finishing speaking, Luo Feng stepped lightly, and his figure flew out. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be cut open by water, with ripples. From the high platform to the sword-questioning platform, there appeared a clear trace visible to the naked eye.

So easy!

Even though these sword tomb disciples had prejudices against Luo Feng, they couldn't help but see his eyes light up when they saw this move.

Sword Master Xingyun smiled, and said: "Okay, the martial arts competition has officially started. Those who are willing to take the stage can do so by themselves."

Luo Feng stood on the sword-questioning stage, his figure was straight, and his eyes were fixed on the layers of sword shadows around him.

"I come!"

A clear voice came from the eastern sky.

Immediately afterwards!

brush!

A blue ray of light extended in the void, and a light wind swept over it. On the sword-questioning platform, a hundred steps away from Luo Feng, a male disciple wearing blue clothes and wearing a silver plume sword appeared.

"What a quick body, three points faster than that Luo Feng!"

"It turned out to be Qin Li. His lightness kung fu has always been outstanding. It seems that after seeing Luo Feng's agility just now, he became competitive."

"This is just right. This Luo Feng's lightness kung fu looks pretty good. Attacking his strengths and then defeating him will show the prestige of our sword tomb disciples. With Qin Li's lightness kung fu, we can definitely win."

As the blue-clothed disciple came to the stage, everyone's eyes immediately focused on the sword-questioning stage.

Luo Feng only felt that the true energy in his body stagnated, and he was a little surprised. The Sword Asking Stage would suppress people with higher cultivation levels, and then let the two sides of the martial arts competition on the stage reach the same level of cultivation, and he would be suppressed. , the opponent's cultivation base is still lower than his own.

"I was underestimated..."

Luo Feng was a little speechless, he didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

"Your qinggong is good, but unfortunately, it will be useless in front of me. Because my qinggong is stronger than yours!"

The blue-clothed disciple looked proud, shook the long sword in his hand, and sprinkled layers of snow-bright sword energy on the edge of the sword. Then, the sword energy suddenly exploded, and the figure of the blue-clothed disciple disappeared, appearing five steps ahead of Luo Feng without warning. .

"Let's lose!"

With a sneer on his face, a tens of feet long condensed sword energy burst out from the sword of the blue-clothed disciple, drawing a stunning arc in the void, piercing through his shoulder in one stroke.

"The winner will be decided so soon!"

There was a commotion in the arena.

"No, that's not the real body!" A startled voice sounded.

As the breeze passed by, Luo Feng's figure scattered with the wind and disappeared in place.

"where it goes!"

Before the blue-clothed disciple had time to rejoice, he fell into the bone-piercing coldness.

He didn't realize how Luo Feng left his sight! As an excellent swordsman with light kung fu, he knew exactly what this meant.

"Flying Feather Liuhua!"

Unable to grasp Luo Feng's direction, the blue-clothed disciple's mind turned, and without hesitation, he urged his true energy with all his strength, and held his sword high.

hum!

The cyan air flow on the sword's edge swept endlessly, he wanted to launch a large-scale attack, one was to defend, and the other was to force Luo Feng who was in the dark to show up.

At this time.

brush!

Without warning, the air twisted slightly, and Luo Feng appeared in front of the disciple in blue.

"ah!"

The blue-clothed disciple was startled, and without waiting for the sword's momentum to take shape, he forced a mouthful of true energy, and slashed down with the sword, and then an irresistible force came oncoming, directly blasting the sword gang to pieces.

He only felt a pain in his chest, and the fierce punch sent him flying upside down, including his sword and sword. With a bang, he slammed into the blue light curtain around the sword-asking platform.