[Chapter 583: One in 10,000,000 chances of winning!]
"Wind boy!"
Although Bai Yuan had expected such an ending, when he actually saw Feng Ziyue flying out of the earthquake, he felt the same and cried out again and again!
In the end... we still lost!
How can such an ordinary sword be able to deal with a palm that gathers the death energy of heaven and earth? Even if Master Sanquan comes here and uses the peerless martial arts of the three meridians to attack, he can at best be evenly matched with this palm.
The fact that Feng Ziyue was able to hold on for such an instant without being shattered into pieces on the spot was beyond Bai Yuan's expectation.
"What a pity! What a shame!"
The white ape beat his chest and stamped his feet, howling loudly.
"Brother Feng, your untimely death is really a crime other than war. It's really pitiful to see my white-haired man giving away my black-haired man!"
On the one hand, it is grieving in its heart, and on the other hand, it is also heartbroken. Feng Ziyue's death has caused it to lose a big supporter. Now its lonely soul is hiding in the Soul Dzi Bead. Even if it is not crushed by the fierce woman, who wants to
Rebuilding the physical body is even more difficult.
When he thought of this, he felt even sadder.
"That poor old dragon is still waiting eagerly for you to save it from its fate as a hidden dragon. Who would have thought that it would die before it left the army, which would make the hero burst into tears!"
It rolls around in the Soul Dzi Bead, and the nature of the ape is fully revealed, which can be regarded as the ultimate love and nature.
"cough……"
Feng Ziyue's body slowly froze in the air, coughing incessantly, but he reluctantly straightened up.
"Senior White Ape, I'm not dead yet, why do I need to cry so sadly?"
There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and there were mottled blood stains like peach blossoms on his white clothes, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were clear, and his expression was calm. How could he look like he was dying?
"ah?"
White Ape was surprised and happy. He turned somersaults in the Soul Dzi Bead and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"You...you were able to survive under that palm?"
How can this be?
This palm shot was really powerful. The power of two million yuan was so impressive. Even a high mountain could be turned into ashes with one palm. How could Feng Ziyue's flesh and blood body not die?
Feng Ziyue shook his head slightly, raised his head, looked at Lian Jia who was standing motionless in the air, and smiled slightly.
"lucky!"
Before this palm was taken, Feng Ziyue already knew that today's battle was not a narrow escape, but a nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lifetimes - in other words, only one in ten million at most.
One chance!
By a stroke of luck, this one-in-a-million chance was seized by him!
In mid-air, Lian Jia's body was slowly shaking, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.
A peerless palm, thousands of dead energy, the lotus is extinct, it is completely broken!
At that moment, there was a roar in Lian Jia's mind, as if the whole world had been turned upside down.
Could it be... could it be that, as this young man said, he had practiced this martial arts wrongly?
The transformation of a lotus flower represents the realm of divine martial arts, far exceeding the level of Xu-poor martial arts. If one can truly obtain its essence, it will not be a big problem to surpass Duckweed, who is now known as the number one person in the outer world.
But no matter how much hard work she put in, there seemed to be an unbreakable barrier above her head, leaving her unable to move forward in this realm, unable to avenge her parents' blood.
In order to improve her martial arts, she even resorted to various evil ways. From the Demon-Suppressing Stone Tablet to the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, she had racked her brains and found secret techniques from scattered ancient books.
By condensing the death energy of heaven and earth in the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave, not only did the Underworld Palace regain its vitality, but her martial arts also made rapid progress, which immediately aroused her confidence.
At this rate, in a few decades - no, in just a dozen years, she will definitely be able to defeat Duckweed and avenge her blood feud!
but……
Today's battle shattered all her years of hard work and confidence!
The Feng Ziyue in front of him was only at the post-breaking realm. Even though he had superb swordsmanship and an innate supreme sword soul, to be honest, Lian Jia still had not put him in his eyes.
Why? This ordinary sword actually completely destroyed her secret skill!
Pain, fear, doubt, and all kinds of negative emotions came together, leaving her stunned for a moment, unable to even say a word.
Feng Ziyue also saw the clues and smiled calmly.
"Miss Lianjia, you don't have to worry, it's not me who can beat your palm..."
"oh?"
After hearing Feng Ziyue's words, Lian Jia seemed to suddenly come to life. She rolled her eyes and stared at Feng Ziyue, holding her hands nervously, waiting for Feng Ziyue's explanation.
Until now, she is still defeated inexplicably.
With one palm strike, she should have easily beaten her opponent into a pulp. When the sword thrust came, Lian Jia didn't pay attention at all. But when Feng Ziyue's sword struck her palm, she didn't know why.
Wherever, a powerful force suddenly rose up, and with the power of the gathered death energy of heaven and earth, it was only able to resist it!
How could this kid's swordsmanship be able to arouse such a powerful force?
In an instant, Lian Jia exerted her force thirty times in a row, each time getting stronger and stronger, but it was like a futile wave that could not break down the rocks on the shore. The harder her palm force became, the sharper the tip of Feng Ziyue's sword became.
The force of the counter-shock that was uploaded became stronger, and Lian Jia was seriously injured when the two collided!
Relatively speaking, although Feng Ziyue was also injured in this collision, he did not exert any force himself, and the backlash he suffered was extremely slight. In this fight, he was clearly defeated!
But Lian Jia just didn't understand, how could it be possible? How could Feng Ziyue's sword without using any force be better than her full-strength palm!
Using two million yuan to make a move is no bluff!
Feng Ziyue saw that she was still confused, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Girl, that's why I said, your martial arts only requires ruthlessness and determination, and no mercy at all, but you've failed in your practice!"
The transformation of the lotus flower, the cycle of life and death, is mysterious and wonderful.
Lian Jia blindly sought ruthlessness and gathered the death energy of heaven and earth. Although the power of this palm became extremely powerful, it also became extremely unbalanced.
This Lotus Transformation Palm Technique is originally a martial art of balancing life and death. As the energy of death rises, the vitality will grow stronger.
Just now Feng Ziyue drew his sword, but he found the point of balance between life and death. He stabbed out with the sword and stimulated life!
The collision of life and death, in fact, Lian Jia is equal to a palm strike with his full strength!
In the balance of martial arts, Lianjia only cultivates death energy and does not cultivate vitality. The cycle of life and death is cut off, and the essence of the lotus transformation palm technique is greatly lost. Although this kind of skill can deceive people, it is useless when meeting a real master!
"useless?"
Lianjia looked pale, lost her mind, and murmured two words.