Feng Ziyue still raised his sword calmly and smiled calmly, as if the overwhelming pressure was not acting on him.
Wu Sheng was not in a hurry to attack.
After all, the sword strike before that left him with lingering fear.
Although at that time it was because of his own inner demons, turmoil in his mind, and the surge of demonic energy that he fell to his knees under the sword of this kid, completely humiliated.
But although this sword seemed ordinary, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there were endless tricks in it, which made him dare not act rashly.
Even though he was in the right place at the right time, Wu Sheng still watched cautiously, wanting to see Feng Ziyue's sword path clearly.
As a fifteen-year-old young man, under such circumstances, he still has such a deterrent effect on the mighty martial saint. Regardless of whether he wins or loses this battle, he is already proud of himself.
But Feng Ziyue doesn't need such glory, what he wants is victory!
Victory against a truly innate top master!
The Martial Saint is waiting, and he is also waiting, feeling all the subtleties of the seventh level of innateness in this battle illusion.
In his last life, he had also stepped into this realm, but for him at that time, victory or defeat was decided with just one sword strike, so he didn't care much about the creation of the battle scene. Now that he is in the middle of the game again, he
I have another feeling.
Seeing that Wu Sheng had not taken action yet, he smiled slightly, and without further delay, he struck down with a sword on his head!
Rain splashes!
The heavy rain continued to fall, and Feng Ziyue slashed down with his sword. Wu Sheng actually did not block it, and took a step back to avoid this straight sword.
Lightning flashed past, illuminating his gloomy face, and the swords were shining brightly in a continuous series. Feng Ziyue's sword missed, and the attack continued without stopping.
Wu Sheng has always retreated.
There wasn't much place to stay on this cliff, but Wu Sheng seemed to be familiar with the road. When he backed up, he didn't even look at it and circled along the edge of the cliff. The place where he landed was only half a step away from the cliff.
He had transformed this place, so he was naturally familiar with it, but Feng Ziyue also didn't look at his feet, and just greeted him with one move after another.
Every step you take is also half a step on the edge of the cliff!
His sword skills became faster and faster, and his footsteps became more and more urgent. Under the heavy rain, the ground was full of water, and water splashed wherever he stepped.
Wu Sheng's expression became more and more solemn. Among the battle scenes he transformed into, he had no record of fighting for that long.
But he still hasn't figured out Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship yet.
Unpredictable, you can do whatever you want, but each sword is magical and mysterious, which makes the Martial Saint secretly frightened.
How much innate swordsmanship does this kid know?
Moreover, he clearly wields the sword with his left hand, so why is there no hindrance at all—even faster than wielding the sword with his right hand?
The more panicked Wu Sheng became, the calmer Feng Ziyue became.
The seventh level of Xiantian is indeed far beyond his current level, but he himself has also been to the peak of Xiantian, and his experience in the sixth level of the Tianwu Trial also needs to find an opportunity to hone.
Now Wu Sheng is his best whetstone.
After practicing in the void space for a month, there was actually only one real actual battle with the dragon demon, and it happened to be a head-to-head battle with no technical content. Now that he was facing a seventh-level innate Martial Saint, how could Feng Ziyue let him go?
The swordsmanship unfolds continuously.
Feng Ziyue fought happily, roaring softly, waving his sword, and under the storm, it bloomed with extremely brilliant brilliance.
If anyone were watching the battle here, they would probably have their eyes broken.
In his own changing battle scene, a seventh-level innate master was actually beaten by a junior with a fourth-level innate talent. He only defended but did not attack - it seemed as if he had no power to fight back!
Wu Sheng was also extremely depressed.
He wanted to see Feng Ziyue's sword skills clearly, but he didn't know that this boy's sword skills were so varied that he couldn't cope with them, let alone see clearly - how old was this boy, he could actually perform so many sword skills?
It's a monster!
He roared angrily, finally couldn't help but flutter his sleeves, and launched a violent counterattack!
The power of wind and thunder burst out immediately!
The martial arts practiced by Wusheng is the combination of wind and thunder, the two fundamental forces of heaven and earth. Wind is impermanent and thunder is strong. The combined power of wind and thunder is infinitely varied yet unparalleled in its power.
He usually used the Xuanmu Holy Sword to control the power of wind and thunder, but now the Xuanmu Holy Sword has been handed over to Feng Ziyue - in order to gain Feng Ziyue's trust, the Martial Saint never took back anything on him.
Since I was empty-handed at this time, I hid the power of wind and thunder in my sleeves and used the innate skills of wind and thunder sleeves all the way.
This was naturally created after he stepped into Xiantian. Now it has been completed. The wind and thunder are rolling and stored in his sleeves. When he flicks his sleeves, the wind and thunder roar, which is very powerful.
The man in black before was killed by the wind and thunder from his sleeve and turned into ashes.
Feng Ziyue did not dare to neglect. He withdrew his sword skills and gradually turned to the defensive.
The power of wind and thunder is extremely difficult to defend. It is both fast and fierce. However, Feng Ziyue's sword moves are also watertight. Although under the fierce bombardment, they are still sealed extremely tightly without any flaws. For a moment, the Martial Saint also
Can't take him down.
The war situation reached a stalemate.
For Feng Ziyue, this was the situation he expected.
Although he has the confidence to win, he does not want to win too quickly. In this life, there is really a lack of opportunities to fight against top masters. Although he has a vague idea of the eighth or even ninth level of innateness.
He has a vague understanding, but he has always lacked a yardstick to measure how his current strength compares with theirs.
It can only be blamed that his strength improved too quickly, especially after entering Xiantian, he made great strides forward. With the help of the Xiantian Zhi Yuan Fruit and the five-color Xiantian Stone, he climbed to the fourth level of Xiantian in one step.
With the experience and insights from the previous life, coupled with the Martial Emperor's indestructible body gained from this life's practice, plus the gains from the sixth level of the Tianwu Trial, how far can the combat power that can actually be exerted be achieved?
, even he himself doesn’t know.
That's why he kept the Martial Saint, hoping that he could return to his peak and fight with him.
Fortunately, Wu Sheng lived up to his expectations. After cutting off the endless lovesickness locks, his aura climbed to the top. The power of this wind and thunder sleeve was indeed powerful, making his blood boil and his sword moves even more sharp.
Only by constantly accumulating fights with such masters can we sharpen our martial arts skills faster, reach a higher level, and catch up with Kuangren Chu more quickly!
Feng Ziyue didn't have much time.
Two and a half years later, the date of his agreement with Chu Kuangren was coming. He had to win this battle, so he agreed to fight Long Buyang before, just to set the stage for this decisive battle.
If Feng Ziyue's thoughts were told, Wu Sheng and Long Buyang, a generation of strange people, would be so angry that they would vomit blood. They are considered to be rare masters on the Tianwu Continent, but Feng Ziyue used them as whetstones.
How can I bear this tone?
But for Wu Sheng, he is already so angry that his veins are popping out.
Even with heavy blows, he was unable to stop Feng Ziyue. The suffocation in his chest became heavier and heavier, and white air spurted out from his nose, which made him even more angry.
This kid was like a piece of brown sugar. He could be beaten to ashes with just one palm, but in the end, he was lured by his sword. The slightest difference was a thousand miles away, allowing him to escape with his life.
However, after such a long time, Wu Sheng is not an idiot. He knows that this kid can survive under his wind and thunder sleeves. Naturally, it is not luck. This set of defensive swordsmanship is also extremely good.
"Okay! I want to see how long you can keep guard!"
Wu Sheng was completely angered, and with a change of palm movement, he performed a unique move.
Feng Ziyue saw his palms turning into circles, and the power of wind and thunder surged within the range of his palms, gathered into shape, and shot out with a bang, which was several times stronger than before.
He saw a bright ball of light rushing towards him. Feng Ziyue did not dare to catch it head-on, so he turned over to dodge, but saw the ball of light turn and hit him in the back.
"Feng boy, try my wind thunder ball!"
Feng Ziyue couldn't avoid it, so he had to swing his sword downwards and draw an arc-shaped sword light. He wanted to use the harmonious sword intention to draw away the wind and thunder ball. Unexpectedly, with a slight touch of the sword tip, the wind and thunder ball flew away.
It exploded with a bang. Feng Ziyue pointed the sword slightly and opened it, but he felt a buzzing in his ears and a numbness in his mouth. The power of this wind and thunder ball was indeed extraordinary!
Seeing that this move worked, Wu Sheng gave a sharp shout and waved his palms continuously, sending out five or six wind and thunder balls, hitting Feng Ziyue.
Feng Ziyue knew that this wind and thunder ball had the ability to turn and follow, so he could not dodge it, but he did not panic and waved his sword to block it.
Wu Sheng laughed loudly, "My wind and thunder ball will explode at the touch of it. Didn't you feel the pain just now?"
As long as the wind and thunder balls are touched lightly, the unstable and chaotic power of wind and thunder contained in them will explode immediately with infinite power. If these six wind and thunder balls explode around Feng Ziyue one after another, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.
Feng Ziyue laughed and said, "Martial Saint, you have the Wind and Thunder Ball, don't I have a way to deal with it?"
He swung the tip of his sword, and saw that the sword light was slow, like running water. The wind and thunder ball did not explode when it came into contact with it, and started to spin along with the sword light.
The first one was like this, the second one was like that, three, four, five, six, all of them danced on the light of his sword!
Feng Ziyue swung out his sword, activating Zhirou's sword intention, and the wind and thunder ball was about to touch it. How could it explode?
When Wu Sheng saw this, he was furious. He waved his hands continuously, and dozens of wind and thunder balls spun out rapidly, like a meteor shower from the sky, streaking across silver tracks and heading towards Fengzi Mountain.
Feng Ziyue was not in a hurry, and the sword light became slower and slower. He saw that the previous wind and thunder balls were spinning upwards along with his sword light, avoiding the dozens of new wind and thunder balls. Feng Ziyue's
As soon as the sword light was drawn, these menacing killing moves also circled around him.
I saw more than twenty wind and thunder balls spinning around Feng Ziyue. His sword light was flying up and down, but not a single wind and thunder ball fell or exploded.
Wu Sheng was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that this kid's swordsmanship had reached such a superb level that he could control even invisible objects like wind and thunder balls with such precision.
"It's disrespectful to come back without reciprocating! Wu Sheng, try your own wind and thunder ball!"
Feng Ziyue's sword flashed, and he saw the twenty-odd wind and thunder balls, as if they had eyes, and with a roar, they counterattacked Wu Sheng.
Wu Sheng formed a ring with his hands and was still creating wind and thunder balls. However, he saw that his special move was actually a counterattack. He was surprised and quickly spread out the few wind and thunder balls that he had just condensed. He waved his sleeves to kill these
Received the wind and thunder ball.
"Little Feng, are you stupid? What's the use of hitting me with wind and thunder balls?"
Wu Sheng laughed dumbly. Although this boy's swordsmanship was magical, he was able to counterattack this invisible wind and thunder ball. Unfortunately, he didn't have the power of heaven and earth to take it by himself. How could it be difficult to increase the power of wind and thunder?
Feng Ziyue smiled and said nothing. When he saw him folding his sleeves and putting all the twenty-odd wind and thunder balls into his sleeves, he pressed the tip of his sword and laughed!
With a loud bang, all the wind and thunder balls in Wu Sheng's sleeves exploded!
It turned out that when Feng Ziyue counterattacked, a line of sword energy was left on top of the wind and thunder ball. When Wu Sheng took back the wind and thunder ball, he activated the sword energy. As soon as the wind and thunder ball was shocked, it exploded immediately. Wu Sheng was caught off guard.
It made me look disgraced!
Fortunately, he was immersed in the power of wind and thunder, so he was not seriously injured. However, his sleeves were blown into pieces of butterflies, exposing his bare arms, which was very ugly.
"I'm so angry!"
The Martial Saint was furious. He had suffered losses repeatedly in battles with this boy. Where did this put his reputation as a seventh-level innate master?
He gritted his teeth and finally decided to use his last resort at all costs. He must kill this kid today!
I saw him opening his hands, the rainstorm became more violent, lightning flew overhead, and the thunder became a little louder - it seemed that the origin of the lightning and thunder was far away from the cliff where the two of them were.
Closer!
"Little Feng, you are indeed very powerful. It was my mistake to train you to be like this!"
If he knew that Feng Ziyue would be promoted to this level and could not be controlled by himself, then Wu Sheng would never give him the Innate Supreme Yuan Fruit and the five-color innate stone to match him. If Feng Ziyue
If his innate realm could be lowered by one or two levels, I'm afraid it would be much easier to deal with.
But there is no regret in the world. At that time, he hoped to get a stronger puppet.
But now, he is going to kill this kid at all costs!
"Today, I will kill you! Look at my unique skill of Feng Lei Zhengfa! Nine Heavens Thunder Gang!"
He could see that he could not control it with his hands. While the power of wind and thunder was accumulating between his palms, Feng Ziyue felt that the dark clouds above his head also gathered stronger power of wind and thunder. He looked up at the sky and saw nothing but darkness.
One piece cannot be clearly seen.
"Go!"
Wu Sheng shouted angrily, pushed his palms flat, and heard a bang. A bolt of thunder and lightning shot out from between his two palms. At the same time, on the dark clouds above Feng Ziyue's head, a bolt of thunder and lightning crashed down!
The Nine Heavenly Thunder Gang, the human thunder and the sky thunder all fire together, one will be injured, one will be killed, if one is hit, the body will be shattered into pieces!
Feng Ziyue's eyes were shining with excitement, and he praised loudly, "Well done!"