Four Hundred and Eighty-Eighth Chapter Call the Wind and Call the Rain

Yang Wan'er stood beside him, looking at Luo Feng who was confronting the bronze corpse head-on. There was a hint of surprise in her nervous expression.

The reason why the bronze corpse is called the bronze corpse is precisely because of its amazing defensive power. Ordinary ninth-level heavenly court warriors will only have one end in a head-to-head fight with the bronze corpse, and that is death!

However, Luo Feng had already fought against the bronze corpse dozens of times, and he never fell. Instead, there was a sign of rebirth. That kind of unyielding fighting spirit and spirit made Yang Wan'er feel moved and sighed inwardly. It is no accident that Luo Feng was able to understand the general trend and excel.

boom!

Luo Feng and Tong Zhe slammed again, and both flew backwards.

At this moment, the bronze corpse has completely lost its previous appearance of arrogance, and both arms have been blown off, and the appearance is particularly miserable.

However, for the bronze corpse, as long as the head is not destroyed, other damage is insignificant, and each attack is still violent.

Luo Feng stood on the spot, his body swayed a little, knowing that if he delayed any longer, his life would be in danger, so he decided to kill the bronze corpse in one go.

The edge flashed in his eyes, Luo Feng's whole body was boiling with vitality, and a huge sword shadow appeared behind him, which was the general trend of Xiaocheng!

Taking one step out, Luo Feng held the Furious Flame Saber in his hand. He had the demeanor of a peerless swordsman. His whole body was about to burst out, and the air around him was splitting with a chi chi sound.

"Wind Thunder Sword Intent!"

Luo Feng tapped his toes on the ground and rushed out. His whole body seemed to be fused with the Furious Flame Sabre. Suddenly, the bright sword light was like a waterfall, with the power to smash everything and flew out.

Combining the wind and thunder sword intent with the general trend, the power of Luo Feng's sword even surpassed his usual limit.

boom!

The knife light slashed at the bronze corpse, the blood light on the bronze corpse only lasted for a moment, and then collapsed immediately.

boom!

Luo Feng's figure stopped, his throat was sweet, blood spurted out from his mouth, and he was shaking.

Whoosh!

The fragrant wind hit, Yang Wan'er supported Luo Feng, her pretty face showed unbearable, her slender eyebrows were slightly wrinkled: "You are really messed up, how can you cultivate like this."

Luo Feng's vitality was exhausted at this moment,

Weak, leaning on Yang Wan'er's right shoulder, he sat down and forced a smile on his face: "Severely ill still need a fierce medicine doctor, otherwise, how can I break through the Spiritual Rotation Realm in a month."

Yang Wan'er let Luo Feng lean on her and snorted softly, "You lose your life here, let's see how you can compete for the Wu Kui List."

Although she blamed her, Yang Wan'er took out an elixir and fed it to Luo Feng: "This is Qingyuan Pill, it can heal wounds and restore vitality, take it quickly."

Luo Feng nodded, "Thank you."

After speaking, he immediately swallowed the Qingyuan Pill.

The Qingyuan Dan fell into the mansion, and immediately turned into a warm medicinal force, rushing to the limbs and bones, moisturizing the already dried up tendons.

Luo Feng let out a comfortable sigh of relief, a feeling of distress arose from the bottom of his heart, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"Luo Feng..."

Yang Wan'er wanted to say something, but she looked down and saw Luo Feng's sleeping appearance, and pursed her red lips: "You fell asleep so soon?"

After hesitating for a while, Yang Wan'er stretched out her white palm, supported Luo Feng's head, and leaned against her right shoulder.

Looking at Luo Feng's slightly undulating nose, Yang Wan'er's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her slender fingers gently brushed Luo Feng's cheek, a complex light flashed in her bright eyes: "I really can't see through you, it's just that A boy of fifteen or sixteen..."

I don't know how long it took, Luo Feng slowly opened his eyes, what he saw was a snow-white, deep ravine, which made his eyes stunned for a moment.

"Do you want to continue watching?"

The soft and numb voice sounded in his ears, Luo Feng raised his head and met Shang Yang Wan'er's bright, smiling eyes.

Luo Feng swallowed his saliva, stood up hastily, looked at Yang Wan'er and said a little embarrassedly, "I was too sleepy just now..."

Seeing Luo Feng's slightly panicked appearance, Yang Wan'er raised her slender eyebrows, a charming smile on her lips, tidied up her clothes, stood up, and asked casually, "How are you?"

Luo Feng scratched his head and checked it. In the body, "there is no injury, and the vitality has recovered by 50 to 60%."

"Just now……"

Luo Feng glanced at Yang Wan'er's snow-white goose neck, and when he thought of the scene just now, his cheeks were a little hot.

Yang Wan'er didn't wait for Luo Feng to continue, she covered her nose and walked away a few steps: "It smells bad, go and wash it."

Luo Feng was stunned. He had a fierce battle with the bronze corpse just now, and his body was stained with some carrion smell. It really stinks. He scratched his head in embarrassment.

Luo Feng said something quickly, turned and walked quickly to the left, where there was a water pond.

Yang Wan'er looked at Luo Feng's back and pursed her rosy mouth. Thinking of Luo Feng's cramped appearance just now, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

The boundless bloody wasteland is full of poor mountains and rivers, because it used to be an ancient battlefield, where the bodies of countless people were buried, and countless terrifying things were born.

In the past few days, two figures can often be seen traveling through the chaotic hills of the bloody wasteland, beheading monsters and collecting spirit medicine.

"Luo Feng, look, isn't that Zi Xuan Fire Cloud Grass!"

Su Ma's gentle voice sounded, and in the jungle, Yang Wan'er pulled La Luo Feng and pointed to the left.

Luo Feng looked back. Thirty meters away, there was a patch of fiery red rocks. In the middle of the rocks, there was a purple plant shrouded in a red halo.

Seeing the plant, Luo Feng's eyes showed joy, and nodded: "Yes, it is indeed Zi Xuan fire cloud grass. Your eyesight is good."

The Zixuan Fire Cloud Grass is a rare elixir whose value is comparable to that of the Muyuan Spirit Fruit, worth tens of thousands of taels of gold!

After a few days of getting along, Yang Wan'er and Luo Feng's conversation became more casual. Yang Wan'er giggled and said, "That's natural, I am the blazing sun of Linglong Palace."

Luo Feng smiled, without any hesitation, he stepped forward, fell into the middle of the rocks, and directly put the Zixuan Fire Cloud Grass into the storage ring.

Just as he was about to leave, Luo Feng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he flew back a few steps.

Boom!

Without warning, the spot where Luo Feng was just now split apart, and a thick flame shot up into the sky, burning the air to explode.

Luo Feng's gaze fell into the middle of the flames, and inside there was a monster shaped like a mouse, nearly two feet long, with hair like fire all over his body, a pair of eyes that rolled around, blood overflowing, exuding a bloodthirsty and murderous light.

"The fourth-level top monster, the blood-flaming rat!"

Luo Feng recognized the monster that suddenly appeared.

Xueyan Mouse's eyes locked on Luo Feng, and with a screeching sound, his body suddenly turned into a stream of light, with a strong scorching aura, it flew out, and volleyed into the sky, revealing sharp claws that were more than half a foot long.

Luo Feng's eyes were calm, and he threw an unpretentious punch from the front.

boom!

The Scarlet Fist burst out, the Blood Flame Rat let out a shrill scream, and the blood all over his body collapsed in an instant, flying into the air.

"cut!"

Turning his palm into a knife, Luo Feng's eyes exploded with sharpness, and his right hand slashed in the air.

Chi!

A few meters of sword light burst out, containing the invincible wind and thunder sword intent, directly slashing the blood-flavored rat in half, and the blood rained down, dyeing the earth red.

"call……"

Luo Feng spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and put away the inner elixir of the blood inflammation rat.

Yang Wan'er walked closer, her beautiful eyes swept over the corpse of the Blood Flame Rat on the ground, and said with a smile, "Luo Feng, your strength has improved again."

Luo Feng shook his head and said with a wry smile, "There is still a long way to go before breaking through the Spiritual Rotation Realm."

For the past few days, Luo Feng, accompanied by Yang Wan'er, has been practicing in the bloody wasteland.

For eight days, every day he fought to the death with all kinds of vicious monsters. With such a frantic cultivation, his martial arts realm rose steadily, the wind and thunder sword intent became more solid, and the thunder sword technique has been completed. And the Eight Wilderness Tyrant Flame Fist is breaking through the shackles of Dacheng and is about to complete.

However, even so, the improvement of cultivation base is extremely limited. This made Luo Feng realize the difficulty of breaking through the Spiritual Whirl Realm again.

Hearing Luo Feng's words, Yang Wan'er curled her ruddy lips. She saw Luo Feng's progress in the past few days. In such a short period of time, her strength has improved so much by leaps and bounds that it can even be described as shocking. Unexpectedly, Luo Feng was not satisfied at all.

At the moment, Yang Wan'er shook her head helplessly, glanced forward, and said softly, "We can stay here for ten days at most, what are you going to do?"

Luo Feng thought for a while and said, "Continue to go deeper. This place is still outside the bloody wasteland. Many warriors have already set foot in it, and there may be some discoveries in it."

"If you continue to go deeper, you may encounter a fifth-level monster, so you must be careful." Yang Wan'er already knew that Luo Feng was a man of his word, so he didn't ask any further questions.

"Let's go." Luo Feng put away the Furious Flame Sword and continued on.

After walking for an hour, the surrounding swamps suddenly became more numerous, and the air was filled with a strong smell of water.

Crack!

Suddenly, there was a thunder in the sky.

"It's thundering?"

Luo Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky. It was noon now, and the sun was dazzling and dazzling. In this kind of weather, there will be thunder...

Yang Wan'er looked at Luo Feng, her slender eyebrows raised slightly, and smiled sweetly: "It's not the monsters that are scary in the bloody wasteland, the climate here is also strange and changeable, the sun was shining just now, the next moment, maybe It will be pouring rain.”

As soon as Yang Wan'er finished speaking, at this moment, the sky, which was still scorching hot just now, suddenly became gloomy, and dark clouds appeared out of nowhere, completely shrouding the sky, a scene of wind and rain crushing the city, aura Dull, clearly a storm is coming.

Luo Feng looked at the sky with a wry smile on his face: "Yang Wan'er, can you call the wind and call the rain?"

Yang Wan'er's pretty face was slightly red, and she gave Luo Feng a white look: "Quickly find a place to shelter from the rain."

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, and pea-sized raindrops fell from the sky and hit the leaves, making a crisp sound, and some leaves were directly pierced by the rain! Falling on the skin, it actually hurts faintly.

"Damn the weather."

Luo Feng cursed, and immediately performed light work with Yang Wan'er, running in the rain, looking for a place to shelter from the rain.

However, in this wasteland, for a while, there is no place to shelter from the rain, and in a short time, the two of them have been soaked into soup.