Killing Zheng Long is not as easy as it looks on the surface.
When Feng Ziyue performed the third form of the Sword God Art, the impact on his internal organs and meridians could not be seen by outsiders, but he himself knew it well. If he wanted to fight against Zheng Tu, an old fox, in the best condition, he would have to deal with Zheng Jingwei in the second game.
It’s a rare time to rest and heal.
"The second game, Feng Ziyue challenges Zheng Jingwei, begins!"
There are three challenges in a row, and there is no time to rest. It is a continuous battle.
Zheng Long had just been defeated and everyone's emotions had not yet calmed down. The second battle had already begun.
Although, no one had any expectations for Zheng Jingwei.
How can a great martial artist stir up trouble when faced with Feng Ziyue, who can easily kill Wu Zun?
"Roar!"
Zheng Jingwei waved his palms and the fire dragon flew, giving everyone a surprise as soon as the show started.
He had just experienced the pain of losing his son and had taken the three-day death pill. His heart was filled with despair. His only thought was to kill the boy opposite him!
As soon as he takes action, the realm of Nine Dragons will be destroyed by fire!
"What?"
People who know the goods jumped up immediately.
Another martial artist!
Burning the Eight Wastes is a forbidden move of the Fierce Fire Divine Art. Being able to practice it to the realm of Nine Dragons represents the ultimate state of the Fierce Fire Divine Art, which is the cultivation of the Martial Master!
What kind of adventure did the Zheng family have? There were three martial arts masters in the family?
Feng Ziyue frowned slightly. This was far beyond his expectation. Zheng Long was studying in the Xiantian Secret Realm. He was young and his qualifications were not bad. It was understandable for Feng Ziyue to become the Martial Master, but this Zheng
Jingwei is already old, and his qualifications are not very high. After entering the realm of great martial arts many years ago, he has never heard of any breakthroughs. Now that he suddenly shows his cultivation as a martial master, why shouldn't he be surprised.
If this is the case, the wishful thinking of using this time to recuperate will be in vain.
Feng Ziyue's wrist shook slightly, and the sword moved slowly to avoid its sharpness and block the side. The sword's light was just like a stream of spring water. People followed the sword and walked through the nine fire dragons.
There is no one in the world who is soft and weak compared to water, and no one who attacks the strong can defeat it, because it cannot be easily conquered. The weak can defeat the strong, and the soft can defeat the hard.
Feng Ziyue's Weak Water Sword Technique is not only a powerful defense, but also has the effect of regulating the breath, meridians, and maintaining health. It is really the ultimate martial arts method of defeating the strong with the weak.
Although Zheng Jingwei's cultivation level has reached the level of Wu Zun, which is beyond his imagination, Feng Ziyue only has this choice.
Even if Feng Ziyue was not afraid of defending three Martial Lords head-on, his body might not be able to withstand it.
Fortunately, during the battle, Feng Ziyue had already vaguely realized that although Zheng Jingwei had broken through Wu Zun, it might not have been long and his strength was not pure, so a lot of energy was wasted. This also gave him the opportunity to use weak water swordsmanship to adjust.
The body has a lot more space.
His plan to kill Zheng Jingwei just like before, unscathed and back to his best condition, failed - Zheng Jingwei became more and more courageous as he fought, and the nine fire dragons flew up and down, which was already at its best.
"Zheng Jingwei is also a martial artist..."
Feng Tianhe sat on the chair helplessly, with a look of frustration on his face. He had always thought that the Feng family was the strongest in Wuyang City, but he didn't expect that the Zheng family was so silent that three generations of them were Martial Masters.
In comparison, the Feng family is much poorer. Compared with others, his son is far behind. If it weren't for his grandson's ambition, he would be embarrassed to wear the title of the number one family in Wuyang City.
Feng Buping was also dumbfounded. People always compared him with Zheng Jingwei, both of whom were two incompetent second generations. Although Zheng Jingwei was stronger than him, he was limited. He was basically a brother in distress. He was the back-up, but
When people say that Mr. Feng is unsatisfactory, they also say that Mr. Zheng is nothing more than that.
Now Zheng Jingwei has become a blockbuster and has shown Wu Zun's strength. How can it not send shivers down his spine?
"It took me a long time... I'm really bad..." Feng Buping slumped on the chair sadly. Only today does he really feel that he is really useless. His little tricks to control the power of the Feng family,
It has long since disappeared.
If you don't have the skills, don't think about a position that doesn't belong to you.
Feng Buping's eyes turned to Feng Ziyue who was present. A practicing monster like this nephew is suitable to be the helmsman of the Feng family...
Little did he know that Feng Ziyue was also secretly frightened at this time. He used weak water sword skills all the way, hoping to take the opportunity to warm up the meridians and internal organs and recover from the shock he had just received, but Zheng Jingwei burned the whole world and launched his attacks as if life-threatening.
, the nine fire dragons suddenly appeared, and they were attacking with all their strength every moment, which put more and more pressure on him. Although he could still do it with ease, he was completely unable to recover from his injuries.
Although Zheng Jingwei's power control is still poor, he keeps attacking like this and doesn't even take a breath. What's going on?
Burning the Eight Wastes is extremely powerful, but it also consumes a lot of money. It has already been the time to burn the incense. Why does Zheng Jingwei have no intention of giving up?
"That's right!" Qi Xiaodie shouted contemptuously, but she didn't want to tell the truth by mistake.
By this time, many experts in the audience had more or less seen some clues. Zheng Jingwei's current situation was definitely abnormal and was not a reflection of his own strength. His moves were powerful, regardless of consumption, and his control was poor. This was clearly
I took some elixirs to temporarily increase my strength.
However, no one expected that it was Zheng Tu who forced him to take a perverted elixir like the Three-Day Death Pill.
Zheng Jingwei's offensive was like a violent storm, with no pause at all. Feng Ziyue's weak water swordsmanship was also forced faster and faster. For a moment, he felt a tightness in his chest, which was temporarily suppressed.
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"well done!"
Zheng Tu rubbed his palms and watched the battle nervously.
This time, he really put his son's life on the line. Although judging from the current situation, it is even more difficult for Zheng Jingwei to win, but no matter what, he must consume Feng Ziyue's energy to see him fight.
After this experience, what ability do you still have to fight against yourself?
"I wonder what kind of medicine Zheng Jingwei took? He's so powerful..." Feng Ziyue couldn't think of such an unorthodox thing as the Three-Day Death Pill for a moment, but he arrived intuitively and found out that the medicine Zheng Jingwei took was definitely
It's not simple. Now that I can't recover my strength during the battle, there's no point in procrastinating.
"In this case, we must fight quickly!"
If you can't regain your strength, there is no need to tangle with Zheng Jingwei anymore. Kill this person quickly and deal with this old fox Zheng Tu as soon as possible while your body can still support it.
Feng Ziyue's eyes flashed, and his swordsmanship changed. It was completely different from the situation just now.
Feng Tianhe's eyes flashed and he stood up, "Yue'er started to fight back!"