Wu Sheng closed his eyes tightly, but the black energy on his face seemed to be a little less. It seemed that the demonic energy in his body had been gradually suppressed.
Feng Ziyue sat leisurely and slowly moved his right arm.
The body that does not leak is truly miraculous.
Every bone, every piece of flesh, and every drop of blood in this body seems to have been transformed into a whole, as if it is alive and can be controlled by oneself. The broken arm has just been reattached, and the meridians, flesh, and bones on the shoulder are...
Naturally connected, although it cannot be restored to a completely fine state for a while, I think it can be fully restored as long as I rest for a few days.
The man in black looked pale and hesitant.
He wanted to ask Feng Ziyue how to break the Acacia silk, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear that Wu Sheng would hear it, and the palm that was originally attached to Wu Sheng's back also retracted.
The current life-and-death situation between him and Wu Sheng is due to the endless love lock. If this love thread is broken, the first person Wu Sheng wants to kill may be him - and he even saved him!
As long as the endless lovesickness persists and he runs away to Feng Ziyue, he will still have other thoughts after that. He even wants to persuade Wu Sheng not to be too persistent - but based on his relationship with Wu Sheng, even persuasion will be useless.
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After a long time, Wu Sheng opened his eyes, and the first question was indeed - "How did you break the lovesickness thread?"
The man in black looked cold, "Xiao Gao, what do you want?"
Wu Sheng ignored him at all. This endless love chain had connected him with the man in black for more than a hundred years, and the man in black had become a cancer on his body.
Now that there is a way to remove it, how can he give up!
Feng Ziyue laughed loudly, "It is indeed impossible to cut off the lovesickness thread, but it may not be impossible to dissolve it..."
"Dissolve?"
Wu Sheng's face was stern, but at this time, the man in black's face was full of fear.
"Xiao Gao! We have been connected by this lovesickness thread for more than a hundred years. If you melt it away now, it will be of no benefit to everyone!"
Obviously what Feng Ziyue said has hit the key to Acacia Silk!
"snort!"
Wu Sheng snorted coldly, "For more than a hundred years, you have kept a secret, and I have never revealed your trump card. Now that I am born with seven levels of innateness, I can protect my body and strengthen myself. Even if I break this lovesickness thread, what will happen to me?"
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He stared at the man in black with fierce eyes, as if he wanted to settle an old score.
The man in black also darkened his face, "Xiao Gao, if we really want to break up, I'm not necessarily afraid of you. After more than a hundred years of friendship, do we really want to make this junior laugh at me?"
For a moment, the two of them were at war with each other, but they left Feng Ziyue aside.
For the man in black, this endless love lock is his lifeline. He can survive until now only by relying on the life force he received from Wu Sheng. If this thread is broken, I don’t know what will happen;
As for Wu Sheng, for more than a hundred years, he has been thinking day and night about getting rid of this cancer hidden in the dark. However, he has never been able to do anything. Suddenly he saw that Feng Ziyue was able to tear off the thread of lovesickness.
, how can your heart not feel alive?
After settling the matter, Wu Sheng planned to teach this proud young man a lesson and let him know what the peak state of the seventh level of innateness meant!
Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, this situation was also expected by him, and now he just wanted to watch a good show of dog eating dog.
"The Endless Acacia Lock can't be hurt by swords or destroyed by fire, but for those who have mastered the power of heaven and earth, there may not be a chance to break it..."
The man in black's complexion became paler and paler. He scolded angrily, flew up, and moved his hands. Feng Ziyue felt that the airflow around him seemed to be sticky, like a spider web, trying to wrap him tightly, and he couldn't help but praise him.
Okay, I slashed with my sword horizontally and took a step back.
At this time, Wu Sheng had already taken action. With wind and thunder in his sleeves, he shook the net of the man in black away with a loud noise. The two men retreated and glared angrily.
Feng Ziyue only found it funny, "Acacia silk has its own fate, and it also has its own way of growing and dying."
He said slowly, the man in black's scowl became more and more angry, and he smiled sternly: "Okay! Okay! I have been studying the endless love lock for so many years, but I didn't expect it to break in the hands of a little kid like you. It is really God's will!"
"Xiao Gao, if that's the case, I won't want you to have an easy time after breaking the chain of endless lovesickness! Have you thought clearly?"
"What can you do to me?"
Wu Sheng laughed, and held the Acacia silk with one hand. He exerted force, and heard a series of bang-bang sounds. The endless Acacia locks that had troubled him for more than a hundred years broke apart easily!
For more than a hundred years, he has not found the weakness of the Acacia Silk, nor does he understand its characteristics, so he tried his best to break it free. But today, under Feng Ziyue's reminder, Wu Sheng suddenly understood.
With one strike, this lovesickness thread will be torn off!
Acacia silk turns out to be a living creature!
No wonder this thing has the ability to grow on its own, but it turns out to be a living creature, and there is the simplest way to deal with living creatures!
In the power of immortality, it is like the use of Tao Mu Gong's move like morning dew. In an instant, the sea changes and the green hair turns white. Although this lovesickness silk is tough, it cannot withstand the torment of time!
Break!
As a seventh-level innate warrior, Wu Sheng cannot use the power of immortality to fight, but it is not difficult to use it temporarily! After Feng Ziyue awakened him, he broke the endless love lock that had troubled him for more than a hundred years in one fell swoop!
The man in black roared angrily, his whole body shook violently, and his eyes shot out with a frightening fierce light.
"Okay! Okay! Xiao Gao, you are so cruel. If so, let's die together!"
With Wu Sheng, the source of his vitality, cut off, how can he survive in this world for more than three hundred years? In such anger, he has already taken action with all his strength, hoping that both jade and stone will be destroyed!
Feng Ziyue's eyes flashed, and he felt that the scene in the secret room suddenly changed!
I saw that the place where my feet were originally stepped suddenly turned into a huge spider web. In front of me, the man in black and the martial saint stood on both ends of the spider web, glaring at each other angrily!
The seventh level of innateness!
This man in black is not amazing in appearance, but he is also a master of the seventh level of innateness!
The seventh level of innate ability can conjure up scenes that are beneficial to oneself in battle. The man in black’s heaven and earth energy is an extremely partial power of control, so he actually conjured up this big spider web, obviously trying to first
Be strong by attacking.
Feng Ziyue used his spiritual sense to detect it. Although he knew that this scene was an illusion, his feeling was the same as reality. When he stepped on the spider web, he felt sticky and could not lift his feet.
He lowered his body, stretched out his fingers to pick up a piece of spider silk, and smiled slightly.
"The seventh level of innateness?"
Wu Sheng chuckled lightly, "Old ghost! I didn't expect that you would secretly practice to the seventh level of Xiantian. It's beyond my expectation... But with your age and understanding, even if you are the seventh level of Xiantian,
Seventh level, what’s the use?”
"Then come and try it!"
The man in black smiled ferociously, gliding nimbly on the spider web, and struck at several vital points on the Martial Saint's body like lightning.
The strange thing is that the Martial Saint, who is also at the seventh level of Xiantian, did not find any counterattack in his favor. He just stood quietly in the center of the spider web, waiting for the man in black to rush forward.
Then, wave your sleeves!
There was a loud wind and thunder!
The man in black had just stupidly reached in front of Wu Sheng when he suddenly froze, his face turned pale, and fear showed in his eyes when he was struck by the wind and thunder from Wu Sheng's sleeve.
Before he could even say a word, he turned into ashes!
The spider web illusion disappeared without a trace!
With one blow, the seventh level of Xiantian was destroyed!
The power of the Martial Saint is so great!
His eyes were closed tightly, his hands were put back into his sleeves, and a sneer appeared on his face. After a long time, he opened his eyes and said, "Feng Boy, after seeing this battle, do you still have the courage to draw your sword?"
A smile appeared on Feng Ziyue's face.
He knew that Wu Sheng's state had reached its peak.
He had seen Wu Sheng several times in the past few days, but he had never seen him in such a state.
The Martial Saint was invaded by demonic energy, and his inner demons were lost. The most important thing was the endless lovesickness chain, which was like a gangrene attached to the bones, which made him physically and mentally exhausted. Although he had broken through the seventh level of innateness early, Feng Lei's state of mind was never perfect.
The move just now, with wind and thunder in his sleeves, was extremely powerful. It can be seen that it was a blow that reached the top of his energy.
Of course, it was because the man in black was at the end of his strength and was weak on the outside but weak on the outside, so he was vulnerable. However, it was also a fact that the strength of the Martial Saint had returned to its peak in a short period of time.
The seventh level of innateness is indeed extremely powerful!
However, Feng Ziyue showed no fear, with a calm smile on his face, and a burning fighting spirit in his heart.
That's right, this kind of battle is closer to a battle between top masters!
Only in this state can the Martial Saint be worthy of being a whetstone!
He smiled calmly and held the sword in his left hand, "Martial Saint, now that we are done with the chores, it is time to fight with all your strength. Let me see your seventh-level innate strength. Don't let me down!"
The expression on Wu Sheng's face froze, and there was a faint look of anger.
Feng Ziyue, he must be killed.
After so many years of plotting, it failed miserably at the critical moment. Now that even my daughter has lost it, even if I want to use the endless lovesickness lock again, it is impossible - Feng Ziyue is really difficult to control. If he directly releases the lovesickness thread,
I'm afraid he was already on guard and he wouldn't be able to get any benefits.
But these scandals must never be allowed to spread.
Although he has personally promised to pass on the position of Martial Saint, as long as he dies, naturally no one will mention this matter again, and no one will believe that he killed the new Martial Saint.
With his current peak combat power, he should be almost certain to win against Feng Ziyue, who is only at the fourth level of innate strength. However, for some reason, there is always a shadow in Wu Sheng's heart, as if he has no clue about the young man opposite him.
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After Feng Lei instantly killed the man in black with one strike, Wu Sheng's aura had climbed to its peak. The question he just asked was like a thunder explosion in ordinary people's ears. I'm afraid he couldn't even answer.
There is no courage.
But Feng Ziyue responded calmly, without even a hint of fear.
Does this kid really only have the fourth level of innate strength?
Wu Sheng's brows furrowed tightly. The two faced each other, but each remained motionless.
Menghuang sat blankly on the side, with no expression on his face, while the man in black had long been turned into ashes, not even the residue was left, only a few strands of lovesickness, which remained unbroken under the wind and thunder.
In the secret room, they were scattered everywhere.
"I, the Martial Saint, have spent one hundred and forty years——"
Wu Sheng took a step forward, his clothes were completely covered with wind, and his two robe sleeves were fully bulging.
"I have carefully studied the power of wind and thunder, held the sacred mountain of Canglan, and fought more than a hundred battles without ever being defeated. The demons and monsters were turned into ashes under my wind and thunder..."
He rolled his eyes and became more energetic.
"You have so much virtue and ability that you dare to fight me!"
Wu Sheng took a step forward, and with his momentum, even the furnishings in the room flew away. The Menghuang was unable to resist and staggered back, reaching the wall.
Feng Ziyue laughed loudly and said, "The power of the wind and thunder of the Martial Saint is indeed superb, but with evil intentions, it may not be able to reach its highest level - otherwise, it would not have stayed at the eighth level of innateness for so many years, without making any progress.
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"Although I am not talented, I only know that with a sword in my hand, I can advance without retreating! In today's battle, who knows who will win until the end!"
Wu Sheng's eyes widened and he laughed wildly: "You are right-handed to use the sword, and your right arm is newly broken today. Even if you have a secret method to continue, there must be a flaw!"
They exchanged words, trying to find each other's weaknesses. Wu Sheng was especially aggressive and wanted Feng Ziyue to collapse without a fight.
It's a pity that he chose the weakness of the left hand to use the sword, which is really wrong. In the last life, Feng Ziyue's right arm was broken for thirty years, and the time to use the sword with the left hand was actually longer than that with the right hand.
Feng Ziyue laughed loudly, "Today I want Wu Sheng to see how my left-hand sword skills are!"
"Huh! I don't know whether to live or die!"
Wu Sheng knew that Feng Ziyue's determination was as strong as iron and that his words were completely useless. He finally gave up and reached out to make a move. The scene in the secret room changed once again.
What was originally a closed secret room suddenly turned into the top of a cliff, and the two of them stood on the edge of the cliff, facing each other from a distance.
It was stormy and thunderous.
It rained heavily, and the heavy raindrops hit my face painfully.
In the sky, there was dazzling lightning passing by, followed by rumbling thunder that could not be heard without stopping.
Cliff, thunderstorm, dark night!
This is the battlefield where the Martial Saint's wind and thunder power is at its best. In the storm, thunder and lightning roar, and even if the Martial Saint does not take action, he can still feel the oppression of the powerful wind and thunder power.
Fengziyue is like a sculpture, motionless in the storm, carefully feeling the subtleties of the seventh level of innate phantom environment.
At this time, the martial saint, with the cooperation of the right time and place, has reached the pinnacle of martial arts in this life.
I heard him scream strangely, slapped his palm, and there was a roar of thunder, which actually overwhelmed the thunder in the sky. The wind was strong, the rainstorm changed its direction, thunder roared, and lightning struck.
Human power overwhelms the power of nature. Although it is only in the illusion created by oneself, it is still as powerful as a rainbow!
The Martial Saint stood on the cliff in this rainy night, with a tall figure and shining eyes, as if the world and the world were under his control, and all the wind and thunder were at his disposal, and no one could resist!
What a power this is!
In comparison, Fengziyue was as small as a leaf in the rain. It was about to be swallowed up in an instant by the storm.