Chapter 1099
This way, the Martial Saint could easily follow him.
"boom,"
Not long after, another team of Star Clan warriors appeared. Like the previous Martial Saint, they just followed from a distance and had no intention of taking action for the time being.
……
Buzz,
Suddenly, the Thunder King also appeared, followed by more than a dozen warriors.
He looked at the figure chasing Ning Feng and fell into deep thought for a moment, "Haha, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."
Buzz,
Another huge void crack appeared, and a mountain emerged in the distance.
A petrified giant walked out of it, and King Shiji rushed to the scene.
Looking at the Thunder King, and glancing at the masked warrior in front of him, he said coldly: "Still fighting?"
Thunder King's face was cold, "What can't be fought for? Does he dare to reveal his identity?"
"Hey hey hey..."
King Shiji smiled sinisterly, "You are right. With the halo of the royal family, one still has to maintain his dignity. But he doesn't dare, but we do."
boom,
A terrifying sword energy burst out, and the masked strong man roared. The next moment, endless sword energy rushed out madly, as if rushing out in the turbulence of the void.
A sword formation was formed instantly, trapping Ning Feng again.
Buzz,
Ning Feng said nothing, and appeared in front of the sword formation with the Sky-Splitting Halberd in his hand.
Endless and vast sword energy surged down, like a sword dragon bombarding down.
Bang bang bang,
A horrifying sound of metal collision was heard, and although Ning Feng shattered the sword formation, the Sky-Splitting Halberd was actually damaged.
Starting from the tip of the halberd, a crack quickly spread to the halberd body.
"You are not bad, you are a talented person, but it's a pity that you have to be my enemy. As long as you hand over the inheritance and follow me, I will spare your life."
As soon as he finished speaking,
Ning Feng responded to him with practical actions.
"act recklessly,"
A cold voice came from the Masked King's mouth.
He shouted in a low voice, and endless sword energy formed a mighty golden dragon, killing towards Ning Feng.
The roar was endless.
No one knew how much time had passed, but Ning Feng was injured by the sword energy and his body was covered with cracks.
Blood kept oozing out of the bloody cracks, which was shocking to the eye.
But he seemed unaware of it.
"loach."
Ning Feng said in a low voice.
The purple-gold dragon hiding in Ning Feng's body responded reluctantly.
Then, countless purple scales grew out of Ning Feng's body.
Soon, his whole body was covered with a layer of purple armor. With the armor on, Ning Feng's combat power skyrocketed.
"Still able to resist?"
The Masked King was stunned and slightly surprised.
He raised his hand again, and saw a flash of aurora, and then hundreds of thunders appeared in the sword formation.
These thunders were different from the previous ones. They were all golden thunders. The battle formation they formed directly strengthened the sword formation by many levels.
Then, countless golden sword energies appeared and merged together, condensing into terrifying golden sword beams that killed people.
Ning Feng was covered in blood. Although he was wearing armor transformed from a purple-gold dragon, blood still seeped out.
However, at this moment, he was like a terrifying demon, not caring about his own safety and rushing forward to kill.
Clash head-on with the golden thunder sword formation.
"Good, strong, this kid can actually fight against the king."
"How did he do that? Is he that strong?"
"Wow!"
All pupils dilated, and under their gaze, Ning Feng engaged in a head-on bloody fight with the Masked King.
However, what was shocking was that Ning Feng actually broke more than half of the sword formation.
At this moment, the frustration felt by the several Martial Saint-level warriors who had previously surrounded and killed Ning Feng instantly dissipated a lot.
It’s not that they are weak, it’s that Ningfeng is too strong.
After all, if even the king couldn’t suppress Ningfeng immediately, how could they, the Martial Saints, do so?
“You can actually break my golden thunder battle formation. Huang Daoling recruited a treasure, but he can’t protect it. What a pity.”
In the golden sword formation, the masked Wang stood with one hand behind his back, his burly body moving forward step by step, looking at Ning Feng indifferently, as if looking down at an ant, "It's a pity that it can't be used by me, so let it be destroyed..."
His tone was light and airy.