The white blade slashed at Feng Jinyu, carrying the strong wind that hurt people's faces.
Feng Jinyu held a long sword and kept dodging left and right.
Two white blades flashed past, and the oncoming blade was slashed with a sword...
Feng Jinyu, who had been praised since childhood, was in a very embarrassed state.
In the end, Feng Jinyu, who was dodging around, was still strong enough when he slashed at the blade flying diagonally. The powerful blade pressed his black sword against his body.
Feng Jinyu's long sword was soaked in poison, and he couldn't let himself be injured by the long sword. Helplessly, the power of the blade was too great. Feng Jinyu tried his best with both hands, but he couldn't cut the blade. In the end, the white blade
in with black long sword
During the fight to the death, he slid to the left, and with a "sizzle" sound, the white blade cut through Feng Jinyu's thin clothes. With a "pop" sound, bright red blood flowers were like the manzhushahua in the depths of hell, delicate and beautiful.
blooming in the air.
Along with the blood flowers scattered in the air, Feng Jinyu's body was also thrown away.
There was nowhere to borrow strength in the air. Feng Jinyu endured the painful pain in his arms and tried hard to balance his body... Even so, after landing, Feng Jinyu's body was still messy and embarrassed as he stepped back.
Feng Jinyu took a dozen steps back, and was finally stopped by the Feng family disciples who came to their senses.
As soon as Feng Jinyu stood still, a member of the Feng family took out some medicine for him.
Feng Jinyu had a pale and handsome face, shook her head, and declined his kindness.
"Sir..." the man exclaimed.
Feng Jinyu held his left arm, where the skin was torn and bloody, and there was a coldness that made people feel cold.
Compared with ordinary knife wounds, the wounds caused by the heaven and earth spiritual energy blade are more painful.
This moment was different from the past. Feng Jinyu did not dare to show her pain in front of the Feng family's children, lest she push her fighting spirit, which was on the verge of collapse, into the cliff.
Feng Jinyu endured the huge pain that penetrated his bone marrow. He smiled and said: "Ordinary wound medicine is useless... Don't worry, I'm fine..."
As Feng Jinyu spoke, he pulled at the wound on his left arm, and the forced smile on his face immediately began to tremble like a convulsion.
No matter how handsome and god-like Ren is, at this moment, he will never look good like that.
Feng Jinyu's back was completely wet with sweat, his face was dripping with sweat, his arms were bleeding, and his face was as pale as snow... Feng Jinyu's reputation as the best young master in the world had long since disappeared. At this moment, he
Embarrassed and anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
Master Wen is too strong... They are no match for them...
"Jinyu..." Feng Zhengying watched helplessly as Feng Jinyu was injured, and the anger in his heart was like an erupting volcano, burning all over the world.
Jinyu's arm, I'm afraid it's... bad luck...
"Master Wen!" Feng Zhengying roared angrily. Regardless of the fact that he was no match for Master Wen, he raised his long sword and struck at Master Wen with another swift and fierce blow.
"The Ninety-ninth Style of the Gale Sword Technique - Overwhelm Mount Tai!"
A clear and heavy sound of "dang" sounded. Everyone looked up and saw that Master Wen had once again received Feng Zhengying's blow with his blackened left hand this time.
Feng Zhengying's whole body froze.
However, Grand Master Wen smiled and said: "This sword is not bad, I used the seventh level of Kung Fu..." Before the word "power" came out, Grand Master Wen was stunned.
The stinging pain and chill on the left side of my waist are so... so... so hard that I can't ignore them.