"Hahaha, Xiao Wuji, you can't even catch my elder brother's move, let alone three moves."

"If you continue to do three moves, you will become a waste person completely."

Seeing that Xiao Wuji had retreated so much, Feng Yan was so excited that he danced with joy.

"Yeah?"

"You ask your elder brother, is he feeling good now?"

Xiao Wuji sneered.

Just now, the punch he made burst out with nine levels of dark force.

Feng Mingkong was caught off guard, even if he was at the seventh level of the martial arts master, he might not be able to bear it.

"What do you mean? Do you want to say that my elder brother was also obsessed with you?" Feng Yan asked back, he didn't believe it at all.

"Shut up!"

Feng Mingkong suppressed the bloody intention in his throat, and then glared at Feng Yan fiercely.

Seeing Feng Mingkong's ugly face, Feng Yan vaguely guessed that maybe Xiao Wuji was not talking nonsense.

"Xiao Wuji, I admit that I did underestimate you before."

"I was really surprised that you, a freshman, could reach this point."

"But what I can tell you is that in the face of absolute power, all moves and techniques are useless."

"Next, I want to see how you take my second move."

Feng Mingkong's eyes were cold, and then his palm vital energy squirted out, covering his palm.

"Feng Mingkong's vitality is actually so powerful. He is probably about to break through the eighth level of the martial arts master, right?"

Seeing Feng Mingkong's solid vital energy palm print, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

"Break me!"

Feng Mingkong shouted loudly and slapped the vital signs.

For a moment, a harsh whistling sound came from the air around.

Xiao Wuji's eyes condensed, the dantian of the four orifices roared, and the vital energy in the meridians gathered onto his palms.

Nine Dragon Wind and Thunder Palm!

Their palms slammed together.

This time, Feng Mingkong's Yuanqi Palm Seal prevailed.

Although the Nine Dragon Wind Thunder Palm is a mysterious martial art, Feng Mingkong's realm is much higher than Xiao Wuji.

The palm fell and Xiao Wuji's body slid out again. At the same time, a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Ling Qingxuan and Yan Huowu were both extremely worried.

However, at this time, they couldn't help Xiao Wuji.

Everything depends on himself.

"Come again!"

Xiao Wuji's eyes were sharp, like an eagle and a falcon.

"Are you sure you want to come again? I will take the third palm down, afraid that you will be completely ruined." Feng Mingkong said coldly.

He used 60% of his strength in that palm just now.

If you use ten percent of your strength, Xiao Wuji will be seriously injured even if he is not killed.

In Zhenwu Sect Mansion, Feng Mingkong dared not kill anyone.

Xiao Wuji held the ancient Sword of Seven Killings in his hand, and the rapid inscription pattern had been activated. The dragon elephant energy in his body was roaring and rolling, and it would boil at any time.

The third move.

Xiao Wuji planned to pay the price even if he was seriously injured.

He planned to use the "Dragon Elephant Blood Explosion Technique".

"I said, come again! Don't be like a woman!" Xiao Wuji said in a cold voice.

At this moment, even Feng Mingkong felt that he could not see through Xiao Wuji.

"Okay, since you have this request, it will be ruined later. Don't blame me."

Feng Mingkong shouted coldly, and the Yuanqi Palm Print bombarded Xiao Wuji at a faster speed.

It can be imagined that it would inevitably lead to serious injury to Xiao Wuji as if he was hit on his body.

"snort!"

Xiao Wuji rushed out, and the rapid inscription patterns on the ancient Seven Killing Sword became brighter and brighter. At the end, a vague sound of a sword could be heard.

"Crazy."

"Xiao Wuji is crazy. He doesn't defend himself, but takes the initiative to attack."

Everyone shook their heads and said.

At this moment, sword energy emerged one after another from the ancient Seven Killing Sword.

The sword energy overlapped together, and the sharpness released was as if it had split the space.

"Xiao Wuji, defeat me!"

Feng Mingkong roared.

If even a freshman can't handle it, then where is his majesty from now on?

“How is that easy?”

Xiao Wuji sneered, and then the Seven Killing Ancient Sword slashed out.

The vital energy palm print with Feng Mingkong suddenly bombarded together.

Bang!

A strong energy energy swept across, and the vital energy palm print was immediately broken open.

Then, the sword energy raged, and even Feng Mingkong's palm cut a deep blood mark, and his power was exhausted.

At this moment, Xiao Wuji's face turned pale.

That move just now consumed too much of his power.

Feng Mingkong was even more embarrassed, with blood pouring on his palms. The piercing pain made Feng Mingkong's anger surge, wishing he could tear Xiao Wuji apart.

"It actually... hurt Feng Mingkong!"

“This is incredible.”

"If today's incident is spread, it will cause a sensation from Zhenwu Sect's Mansion."

Others also saw Feng Mingkong's bloody palms, one by one, his face was filled with dullness.

No one could have expected this ending.

"How could this happen? My elder brother was actually injured by that kid?" Feng Yan couldn't believe it at all.

"How did this guy do it?" Yan Huowu and Ling Qingxuan looked at each other and said in shock.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?" Xiao Wuji grinned.

At this moment, Feng Mingkong's face looked very ugly.

But Xiao Wuji was not afraid. If it really reached the last moment, the golden villain would definitely save his life.

Because the golden villain said that he and Xiao Wuji were grasshoppers on the same rope.

Although Xiao Wuji didn't know why he said that.

"I want to ruin you!"

Feng Mingkong's breath all burst out, and this time, he didn't hold back at all.

In his opinion, being injured twice by Xiao Wuji was a great humiliation.

However, just as he was about to approach Xiao Wuji, a powerful shout suddenly came.

"Feng Mingkong, bullying the small with the big one, will make you lose all the faces of disciples of Zhenwu Sect's Mansion!"

As the sound fell, an old man also appeared in front of everyone.

"I have met Elder Chu Xiu." Seeing the visitor, other disciples saluted one after another.

Feng Mingkong had to stop.

With Chu Xiu here, he cannot hurt Xiao Wuji.

"Little guy, aren't you injured?" Chu Xiu looked at Xiao Wuji and asked with concern.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine, I'm fine." Xiao Wuji shook his head. He was just a little weak.
To be continued...