Chapter 158: Defeat the Martial Saint with one sword and cut off lovesickness with a snap of the fingers
Broken arm!
Break the lock!
Feng Ziyue's sword was so decisive and swift that even the Martial Saint opposite him had no time to react. He could only watch his right arm fly up into the sky and fall into Menghuang's arms!
"How...how is it possible?"
Martial Saint and the man in black exclaimed at the same time!
Endless lovesickness locks into the body and immediately penetrates the whole body. It cannot be cut off by just cutting off an arm!
How did he do it?
Feng Ziyue groaned and swallowed a small Pill of Return to Heaven. The blood flow stopped where his arm was broken. He held a sword in his left hand and stared coldly at Wu Sheng and the man in black.
The endless lovesickness lock, against any innate master, is afraid that he will be caught off guard and will be defeated. Once entangled by the lovesickness thread, under the stimulation of the secret method, almost in an instant, the lovesickness thread will grow and connect all the meridians, and then
It can't be driven away. Even if you can protect yourself from control for a while, it will be a matter of time.
But for Feng Ziyue, this is different.
In the realm of the Martial Emperor, there is no leakage!
As a "human" body, he has almost reached a state of perfection! Even though this foreign lovesickness thread is fierce, it is not easy to invade his body! Until now, there is still no place where the lovesickness thread can pour into.
Over his right shoulder!
Feng Ziyue had been waiting, and when the golden-haired god Huan sent him the news, he made a prompt decision and launched an attack!
Broken arms, broken locks! Also broke the expectations of the Martial Saint!
"You don't want your father's life!"
Wu Sheng gritted his teeth and looked ferocious!
Feng Ziyue's arm was broken. He was angry because the plan failed, and he was heartbroken because Feng Ziyue's perfect body was damaged!
Feng Ziyue looked up to the sky and smiled, "If I hadn't been spending time waiting for someone to rescue my father, do you think I would be interested in hearing your lies and stories here?"
I saw Tao Mu Gong's green figure appearing, bowing down to Feng Ziyue, with a hint of excitement in his tone.
"Master, fortunately you have lived up to your destiny! The younger one has found the old master and has now sent him down the mountain!"
"Ghost!"
Wu Sheng was furious, "How dare you, a small scoundrel, ruin my great job!"
He slapped it away with his palm, but Taomu Gong gave a long laugh and disappeared without a trace.
Feng Ziyue stood up slowly and sneered again and again, "Martial Saint, you are too confident, that's why you fell into the hands of a little devil like me!"
They left Feng Ziyue alone, but they did not expect that a ghost who would disappear in the pure white mist could actually fulfill the responsibility of saving people.
Feng Bufan was rescued, and Feng Ziyue no longer had any worries. Although his arm was broken now, he still looked majestic and majestic, facing the two martial saints.
The turning point is still when he gets a share of water and jade.
This water-dividing jade can not only divide water, Feng Ziyue discovered that after getting this thing, the effect of Qingxin White Mist on blocking the power of heaven and earth has disappeared!
Feng Ziyue thought in his heart, and while Wu Sheng was leaving, he summoned Tao Mu Gong and placed Fenshui Yugui on him. Sure enough, this demon who would have been hurt by Qingxin Baiwu as soon as he appeared,
Sure enough, it is no longer affected.
The ghost ghost comes and goes without a trace. Due to the presence of pure white mist, people in Canglan Mountain don't care about such ghosts at all, so he wanders around here as if he is in a deserted land!
Feng Ziyue promised him that as long as he could find Feng Bufan, he would remember his great contribution and would find ways to help him rebuild his body in the future.
Taomu Gong had already been obedient, but now he didn't dare to obey the master's instructions. He searched the mountains with all his heart, and sure enough, he found the imprisoned Feng Bufan. He called the golden-haired god to help, and together they rescued Feng Bufan and sent them to Cang.
Lanshan has gone!
In this way, the situation is reversed!
"well!"
Wu Sheng turned blue with anger and sneered: "You were never my opponent, and now you have a broken arm, and you still want to resist? After all, you will still be made into a puppet under the shackles of my endless lovesickness, and you will harm yourself.
What’s the use?”
Feng Ziyue gave a long laugh. Since he was taking the next step, he was naturally well prepared.
He had been a one-armed man in his previous life, and he was not willing to rely on his left hand to conquer the world in this life.
What's more, the path we take in this life is very different from the previous life.
In the realm of the Martial Emperor, there is no leakage!
The most important thing is not to miss two words!
The human form is the most perfect in the body. How can it be called perfect if it is missing an arm? Ever since I comprehended the realm of Emperor Wu and obtained this unmissable voice, not even a small pimple has grown on my body. Ever since he lost his arm
From that moment on, the leak-proof body began to work crazily, trying to restore the body's perfection!
Feng Ziyue himself could feel that the severed arm now in Menghuang's hands was exerting a strong attraction, as if it was about to move, and was eager to return to his body.
With the current regenerative power of flesh and blood and meridians, as long as he reconnects the broken arm, he will be able to recover without having to do anything. This is the secret of an airtight body!
But right now, there's no rush.
There are silk threads of lovesickness in the broken arm. He is not in a hurry to reattach the broken arm for the time being before he can deal with the two people in front of him and clear away the endless locks of lovesickness.
A one-armed fight like this definitely shows the pride of the day!
Feng Ziyue raised his sword lightly and said with an arrogant smile: "With just one left hand, I can beat you, a dirty-minded villain like you, to the point where you can't find your way!"
The most important thing in martial arts is to stick to your own path.
Although the Martial Saint is strong, his mind is not good enough. He came up with such cheap tricks, which are very different from his original way of wind and thunder. Even if he is the seventh level of innateness, Feng Ziyue is not afraid at all!
"Arrogant!"
The Martial Saint roared angrily and flicked his robe sleeves, but heard the faint sound of wind and thunder, roaring.
But the man in black was smiling from ear to ear, "Xiao Gao, I've told you a long time ago that your way is not suitable for imitating me at all. Now the younger generations have also noticed it, right?"
Wu Sheng was furious, and fired his palms in succession. Wind and thunder roared loudly, and he struck down Feng Ziyue!
At this point, the hatred in his heart was so deep that he no longer cared about hurting this body!
He has lost so much face today, and all his plans have suddenly succeeded. How can he give up? If he can't be captured again and linked with endless lovesickness, then only by cutting him into pieces can he be relieved of his hatred.
!
However, Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, it was just a sword!
With one sword strike, all wind and thunder disappeared!
Wu Sheng couldn't stand firmly. This full-force attack seemed to miss him. Unable to stand firmly, he stumbled to the ground and knelt on the ground!
The majestic seventh-level innate martial saint was actually struck by Feng Ziyue's sword——
--defeat!
Even the man in black who was watching the show couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't believe what he just saw!
How can it be!
The boy had just broken his arm, which was obviously a moment of extreme weakness. Even if he was intact, he was only at the fourth level of innate cultivation. The Martial Saint had been at the seventh level of innateness for many years. How could he not be able to take a single sword?
Are you going to kneel in front of the other person in such a embarrassed state?
Is this kid's swordsmanship really that evil?
Feng Ziyue gave a long laugh and stood up with his sword in hand.
"Martial Saint, now that your inner demons are strong, I'm afraid you can no longer suppress the invasion of demonic energy in your body? What's the use of the strength you can exert now?"
He took two steps forward, pointed the tip of his sword at Wu Sheng, and smiled proudly.
Wu Sheng's current condition is indeed full of black energy, his whole body is trembling, and the expression on his face is extremely painful.
Twenty years of planning failed, which was a huge blow to the Martial Saint.
For this endless love lock, he sacrificed his own daughter, with dark thoughts, and even abandoned his wind and thunder method of punishing evil and promoting good, slaying demons and demons. With the inner demons flourishing, how can he suppress the invasion of demonic energy in his body?
Under the pull of Feng Ziyue's sword, he suddenly fell to his knees, and his heart was filled with shock and anger. When he was rushed by the demonic energy, he suddenly became confused and was only one step away from entering the stage of demonization!
The man in black was taken aback. Now he was connected with Wu Sheng. He was both prosperous and devastated. If something happened to Wu Sheng, he would not be able to take advantage of it. He flew forward and put a palm on Wu Sheng's back to suppress the demonic energy for him.
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Feng Ziyue was not in a hurry to draw his sword. He sat down slowly and took his severed arm from the stunned Menghuang.
"Martial Saint is a master of the seventh level of innateness. Feng has wanted to do it for a long time. It would be a pity to take action while he is being invaded by demonic energy..."
He smiled slightly and said, "If you have the ability to suppress his demonic energy, I would like to fight him head-on!"
The seventh level of innateness is unattainable in the eyes of the world, but in Feng Ziyue's eyes, it is just a stepping stone.
Not to mention the powerful strength of the white-robed mysterious woman in the void space, even Long Buyang and Chu Kuangren, whom Feng Ziyue will face off soon, will far exceed this level.
Feng Ziyue really wanted to fight this Martial Saint with all his strength to see how strong the seventh level of Xiantian was! And how far he could go now!
His words were indifferent, but the pride contained in them made the man in black feel frightened!
Proud of the world!
Who dares to speak to Wu Sheng like this?
I have no interest in bullying you, a martial saint who has not recovered your strength. After you recover your strength, I will come and see how capable you are! - Isn't this what Feng Ziyue said?
Who does he think he is, the best madman in the world?
The man in black cursed in his heart. Even the best Chu Kuangman in the world would not dare to be so arrogant on Canglan Mountain. After all, he was restricted by Qingxin Baiwu.
, even if he really reaches the legendary ninth level of innateness, he is still no match for the Martial Saint!
Feng Ziyue ignored him, and just held the broken arm in his hand. He saw that because the arm was connected to Menghuang through the endless lovesickness lock, it looked like life, twisting and turning, not like a broken arm at all.
In fact, even if he was not connected to Menghuang's body and was not nourished by Menghuang's blood, with Feng Ziyue's Martial Emperor status and his invulnerable body, there would be no change in this severed arm.
Even though it had been separated, Feng Ziyue still felt that he could still control this arm with his own will, but the acacia silk wrapped around it was really annoying. He frowned and raised his sword to lift it away.
Zheng!
On the silk of lovesickness, there was a clanging sound, and it turned out that the sword could not hurt it!
I heard the man in black sneer, "How can you cut off the endless love lock with a sword? If you can cut it off, why did you have to break off your arm just now?"
Feng Ziyue ignored him completely, stretched out his fingers and rubbed them. He saw a spark of flame coming out between his index and middle fingers. He moved closer to the acacia silk and wanted to burn it!
"laugh!"
The man in black sneered even louder, "If Acacia is so easy to deal with, what kind of unique secret skill can she have..."
The sword keeps cutting, the fire keeps burning, and the pull keeps pulling. This is the power of the Acacia silk. As long as you are entangled with it, it will be a lifetime thing. He has been studying this thing for hundreds of years. Is it really easy?
There is only one way to cut off the thread of lovesickness.
He is the only one in heaven and earth who knows about it, not even the Martial Saint himself knows!
Naturally, the man in black did not dare to reveal this method, otherwise, his current martial arts cultivation would be far inferior to that of the Martial Saint. If it were not for the close connection, the Martial Saint would have already found a way to cut off the Acacia thread and take his life.
But he didn't believe that Feng Ziyue could find this method in a short time.
"Even if you break this lovesickness thread, what will happen? Your arm is already broken and you can't put it back together? Do you want to take it back and offer it as a memorial?"
He laughed wildly and his words were very vicious.
"Poor! Poor! What a young young man, he actually became a one-armed man? He has missing limbs, which makes people laugh! Look, you are still in the realm of a martial emperor, and you have a body that is not leaking. You are already so mutilated, and you don't leak a thing.
ah!"
He also knew about the saying that in the realm of the Martial Emperor, the body cannot be leaked, but after all, he has never cultivated it, so how could he understand its magical effect?
Suddenly Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, reached out and pulled, and heard another bang, one of the strands of lovesickness had been broken!
"What?"
The man in black was stunned and shouted in surprise, his voice hoarse!
How could he-how could he tear off this thread of lovesickness?
Is this completely impossible? After studying it for a hundred years, I know the only weakness of this Acacia silk. How can this young man do this?
I heard Feng Ziyue laughing loudly, stretching out his fingers and flicking, and the acacia silk split with his hands, making a loud bang. But after a while, all the connections between Feng Ziyue's broken arm and Menghuang had been severed by him!
He grabbed the broken arm and pressed it on his shoulder!
"you you……"
The man in black laughed loudly, suppressing the fear in his heart, "Are you stupid or crazy? Even if you happen to find a way to cut off the lovesickness thread, what's the use? If your arm is broken, it's broken, and it will definitely not be reconnected.
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He felt extremely frightened that Feng Ziyue had cut off the thread of lovesickness with just a raise of his hand. He was afraid that Wu Sheng would discover this, and now he was laughing crazily and mocking Feng Ziyue, which was nothing more than a cover-up.
But he saw Feng Ziyue put his severed arm on his shoulder, twisted it slightly, his expression changed slightly, but in an instant, he showed a happy look.
I saw that his arm could be bent and stretched freely, and he was able to reattach the broken arm just like that!
"How... how is it possible? You... you are a monster!"
The black cloth covering the head of the man in black slipped off, revealing a dry and pale old man's face. There was almost no trace of flesh on his face. His eyes were protruding and his face was pale. He stared at Feng Ziyue in disbelief.
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If a person can easily reattach a broken arm, can he still be considered a human being?
"Monster! Monster!"
He exclaimed in surprise, while looking at the Martial Saint next to him with his mouth open.