Chapter 57: Defeating the strong with the weak, lifting a weight with ease (Part 1)
Feng Ziyue's sword suddenly fell, and without any suspense, he broke through the numerous beast shadows in front of Zheng Long. Zheng Long's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and reached out to touch it. Before he could touch it, he was blown away by the sword energy.
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"He will never be stronger than Zheng Long..."
Zhuge Lian shook his head. She looked at Feng Ziyue who fluttered his clothes and stood up, with a look of surprise on his face, "Dad, his martial arts is clearly weaker than Zheng Long's. In terms of combat skills alone, Zheng Long's
Long's King of Beasts Fist is not easy, and it is not far behind Feng Ziyue."
"Obviously it's the weak versus the strong, but it's easy to do it with ease..."
Zhuge Lian's eyes flashed, "This sword is very terrifying!"
When Feng Ziyue fought against Zheng Long, it seemed that he won easily, but in fact he knew that he had tried his best.
After all, the other party is also a martial arts master!
First, he resisted hard with his momentum, and they were evenly matched; then he used Wuxiang's secret skill in the sword to imitate the fist of the king of beasts, shocking Zheng Long's mind; and finally, he used all his strength to use the stunt of hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff to break Zheng Long's wrath of beasts.
At every step, he calculated clearly and used every ounce of his strength to achieve great results!
In the world, there are not many examples of battles in which the weak defeated the strong, but there are also many examples of battles in which the weak defeated the strong. There are also many tactics of fighting with ease.
But at the same time, it is extremely difficult to achieve the eight words of defeating the strong with the weak and lifting the weight with ease!
It is extremely difficult for a weak person to face a strong person to remain undefeated. To win, it is inevitable to have to use all kinds of opportunities, try your best, and encounter good opportunities.
But for Feng Ziyue, it seems that there has never been such a problem.
Even though his opponents were better than him every time, he was still able to win cleanly. From the scene, it looked like he was doing everything with ease.
"If it's just an opponent... then he really wins beautifully..."
Zhuge Lian nodded, looked at the livid Zheng Tu, and sighed again.
"It's a pity... there is still a Martial Lord. After such an all-out battle, can you still have any strength left?"
Feng Ziyue's white clothes were fluttering, and he was flying in the air with unparalleled speed. In mid-air, he had caught up with Zheng Long, who was knocked away by the sword energy. He raised his long sword high, and had no followers at all against the frightened Zheng Long.
Show mercy.
"Don't hurt my child!"
Amid Zheng Tu's mournful hiss, Feng Ziyue raised his sword and dropped it, blood splattering!
"Ouch!"
A burst of surprised shouts broke out from the crowd.
In all these years, who has ever seen Wu Zun fall?
As long as there are no innate masters, Wu Zun is the strongest person. Not to mention this small Wuyang City, even in the Ming Dynasty, there has been no news of Wu Zun dying in battle for a long time.
Today, Feng Zheng Dabi actually saw the death of a martial master?
The sword light disappeared and the head fell to the ground. Feng Ziyue's sword showed no mercy at all.
"Long'er!" Zheng Tu roared loudly, as if he was crazy. Zheng Jingwei was stunned and couldn't even say a word. As for Zheng Mingyu, it seemed as if he had returned to the nightmare of that day, and collapsed on the ground with a piece of clothing under his skirt.
It was so wet that I was so scared that I became incontinent on the spot!
"What a murderous spirit!"
The Eagle King Ling Feixiu sitting in the front row also had a few drops of blood splashed on his face. His expression changed drastically, and a deep chill came from behind him.
This kid...killed a Martial Lord while talking and laughing!
Zheng Long's head was falling at his feet, his eyes were bulging, and he was still staring blankly.
A moment ago, he was a martial arts master under the age of thirty who was cheered by everyone and had a bright future; a moment later, he was just a cold corpse on the ground.
Ling Fei Xiu felt hot flashes in his palms, and cold sweat fell drop by drop from his tall aquiline nose.
Damn it! What idiot messed with the Feng family!
He cursed secretly in his heart, feeling frustrated.
Everyone in the Eagle King Sect, headed by his Eagle King Ling Feixiu, are all unscrupulous villains, but no matter what the means, it depends on who is doing it and whether it is worth it.
The Luan Family's Seven Eagles were just incompetent disciples, not to mention they had left the Eagle King Sect a long time ago to work for a small family in Wuyang City. For some reason, they died in the hands of Feng Ziyue. According to the Eagle King Sect's tradition of protecting shortcomings,
The Shangfeng family asked for an explanation, that is, who knew that Qi Ying's master actually asked the murderous Taoist Tie Yi to go directly to the Feng family to provoke him.
With Ling Feixiu's arrogant personality, he didn't mind this kind of behavior. After all, no one wanted to provoke an Eagle King who couldn't be squeezed dry like a rag. The Eagle King Sect also took a lot of advantage because of this.
Who would have thought that this time he did not take advantage, and encountered a tough opponent like Feng Ziyue, which caused many of Ling Feixiu's direct disciples to die. When the news reached Ling Feixiu's ears, he naturally became furious.
Naturally, he didn't care about the Shan Luan Family's Seven Eagles, but he couldn't ignore the deaths of these direct disciples.
During Feng Zheng's competition, he wanted to come and fight the drowned dog, but unexpectedly he saw Feng Ziyue who looked like a god and demon.
Fuck! Don’t mess with anyone!
Fei Xiu felt extremely regretful and naturally scolded everyone in Tieyi Taoism for being a pig-headed person, wishing he could go back immediately and sweep this trash away!
At this time, Zhu Yunzhao came over with a smile and cupped his hand, "Teacher Ling, lucky! Lucky! Your black iron eagle claw belongs to me this time..."
Blood splattered three feet above the ring, and everyone present was dumbfounded. However, Zhu Yunzhao was born into a royal family, and was used to killings. He had seen many cruel scenes, so he didn't take it seriously. He was the first to regain his composure, and immediately thought of this bet.
Sure enough, I won and made a lot of money.
Zhu Yunzhao blinked his eyes narrowly, and was so angry that Feixiu's lungs hurt again. This time, he thought he was sure of winning the bet, but he even lost the coffin. This junior came to provoke him.
He is a young prince, he is afraid that he will fall out on the spot, but now he is so panic-stricken that he has no intention of entangled with the junior.
Feng Ziyue killed Zheng Long with one sword and fell to the ground with a graceful expression.
He just turned his back to the audience, his face was pale, but there was a slight sweat on his forehead.
This fierce battle did not last long, but it consumed a lot of energy.
A hundred feet of ice on the cliff is gathering momentum, just like a cliff of ten thousand feet, left alone and independent. When it collapses, it can be cut down with a sword, and no one can stop it.
But when building momentum, you have to use yourself to resist heavy pressure.
Zheng Long's Wrath of Beasts is an extraordinary skill. Even though Feng Ziyue has been forged with sword bones and has become the body of a sword embryo, his bones and meridians are still in severe pain, and he is almost crushed by the huge impact.
It must be shattered. Only with strong will and perseverance can we grit our teeth and hold on for so long.
He was now sore all over, his profound energy was exhausted, and he was almost at the point of running out of ammunition and food.
Feng Ziyue took out a Great Return Pill from his arms, secretly swallowed it in one gulp, and slowly adjusted his breathing, knowing that the price of killing Zheng Long would be extremely high.
Fortunately, the next opponent is just the great martial artist Zheng Jingwei.
He turned around, his expression as usual, and his eyes were lightly cast towards Zheng Jingwei, who was standing on the high platform on the left.
In the eyes of others, Feng Ziyue was naturally calm and indifferent, and was not at all excited about killing a martial master.
"This is the style of a master!" I don't know how many young people have buried their hopes and hopes in today's battle. They all go home and practice martial arts diligently, hoping that one day they can soar into the sky like Feng Ziyue.
Zheng Tu looked sad, and when he heard Zhuge Dan announce the result in a deep voice, when someone was picking up the remains of his grandson, he suddenly grabbed Zheng Jingwei, looked at him with a fierce look, and stuffed him with a pill.