"Wow!" Feng Jueyu hit the granite surface like a cannonball, splashing countless rubbles. The entire arena was filled with smoke and dust. In the thick gray fog, a three or four meter long drag mark was clearly visible.
Appear on the arena floor.
Since the war, this is the first time that someone has been seriously injured and almost destroyed the ring. You must know that the hardness of granite is no worse than fine steel. Feng Jueyu's body can smash the ground into pieces, which shows how cruel the palm just was.
. But the ultimate goal of the competition is to determine the winner. The weight of the shots cannot be controlled by the two players in the competition, so everyone is not surprised that Feng Jueyu was injured. It can only be said that his skills are not as good as others.
However, Feng Jueyu has always shown very ordinary strength and extraordinary means. Such an unexpected defeat made the Zhu family unable to accept it. The field was eerily quiet for a while, and everyone in the Zhu family's presence faintly frowned.
He frowned, worrying that Feng Jueyu's cultivation level would be greatly damaged by this blow and he couldn't win. It would be a small matter, but it would be troublesome if the serious injury did not heal and affected his future cultivation.
"Haha, Feng Jueyu lost." Lin Xin, who had been silent in the audience, laughed loudly, as if he had hit Feng Jueyu himself, it was indescribably joyful.
Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, many experts on the stage rolled their eyes. Lin Zhenhai glared at Lin Xin with hatred, and cursed: "Idiot, shut up."
"Ha." Qianfengji glanced this way and didn't say much, but there was some unspeakable meaning in his eyes.
"This..." Feng Rulan looked at Jing Juexin and Yun Yurong beside her, but hesitated to speak. Jing Juexin and Yun Yurong both shook their heads, with particularly solemn expressions on their brows.
In fact, what they just saw was different from many people. They felt a lot of doubts about the instantaneous changes in the fierce battle. For example, Feng Jueyu's momentum and his inner energy were very full. To be honest, the sudden appearance of a flaw at this time was a disconcerting thing.
What was unbelievable was that, coupled with the fact that Feng Jueyu’s palm was not panicked, it could be said that Feng Jueyu had always felt at ease with them, even if there were occasional loopholes, his ability could be exploited. But after that palm fight, Feng Jueyu
Jueyu's arms visibly softened, and his powerful true energy gave people the feeling of suddenly loosening up. This was strange.
Even if Feng Jueyu was defeated by Zhong Yuhe, he was defeated so miserably by this palm, but what did they say, such as poisoning? They couldn't see any signs of poisoning in Feng Jueyu. Could it be that Zhong Yuhe's move
Is there anything else clever?
Everyone couldn't figure it out, but Feng Jueyu understood very well. He knew that he was poisoned, and it was not an ordinary poison, but a poison that could make the true energy dissipate instantly. He looked at his palm, if he didn't observe carefully
, it is impossible to see that there is a tiny hole in the palm of the hand. The hole is as big as a sweat pore. If it were not an injured person, there would be no way to notice it.
This is the cleverness of Zhong Yuhe. He applied poison on the ring, leaving only a tiny needle glow. Once it penetrates the body, the toxin will seep into it. This is a common method used by despicable guys.
However, Zhong Yuhe's brilliance lies in the fact that the poison he chose is colorless, odorless and even invisible. Even if he is poisoned, it will not show up on the body. Moreover, this toxin has a sign of corroding the true essence of the Dantian, which can greatly control the true essence.
The flow of Yuan is extremely insidious.
Imagine that when two masters of the Divine Martial Realm were fighting for life and death, one of them was poisoned by this kind of poison. It would be absolutely difficult to explain, because first of all, the wound was not visible, and there was no sign of poisoning. In other words, even if Feng Jueyu now
If he accuses Zhong Yuhe of using despicable means to win, no one will believe him.
After understanding the nature of the poison, Feng Jueyu's heart suddenly sank. On the surface, this Zhong Yuhe seemed to be mature and approachable, but the insidiousness hidden behind his kindness was his true face. And after he was palmed, Zhong Yuhe
He Yi changed his previous demeanor and his eyes were full of murderous intent. It seemed that he had already planned to poison himself.
It can't be said, and there is no evidence. Feng Jueyu suffered the disadvantage of being mute. For the King of Killers, this is definitely a great shame in his life.
However, Feng Jueyu is not worried, because he knows that no matter how powerful the poison is, it will be in vain in the face of the spiritual energy of life. Furthermore, the essence of poison is to corrode the true essence in the Dantian. He has eighty-eight Dantians. If he wants to truly
It's not enough to poison yourself.
The misstep just now was just an impending change. Feng Jueyu didn't take it to heart, nor did he intend to say it out loud. He patted his butt and stood up, staring at Zhong Yuhe like a normal person. The only difference was that he
His eyes began to become cold and evil.
"Young Master Zhong is very resourceful. It seems that you are fully prepared for this competition?"
Zhong Yuhe looked Feng Jueyu up and down, with a hint of contempt on his face. He didn't think Feng Jueyu still had the strength to compete with him now, because the medicinal properties of Youshensan were extracted from more than a dozen poisons.
Yes, it can prevent the warrior's true energy from gathering in a short period of time. Feng Jueyu can still stand, which is already pretty good.
"Haha, Chenggang, Chenggang." Zhong Yuhe smiled coldly and couldn't help but get carried away: "Master Feng, if you are not in good health, it is still too late to leave now."
"Thank you Mr. Zhong for worrying. I can still hold on." Feng Jueyu chuckled, his face expressionless.
Zhong Yuhe was stunned for a moment, and then thought that Feng Jueyu was pretending to be calm. He was very happy when he heard that he did not admit defeat. Anyway, I reminded you, you don't blame me for leaving your life here if you don't admit defeat.
"Really?" He asked pretendingly, knowing that Feng Jueyu would not admit defeat.
"It's really not necessary." Feng Jueyu pursed his lips and said happily, but murderous thoughts overflowed in his heart.
"Master Feng, please..." Zhong Yuhe smiled and handed the stainless steel sword forward.
Although the words were polite, it was completely different when he moved his hands. The moment Zhong Yuhe made his move, his face turned cold. The stainless steel sword passed by with the sound of howling wind, and Feng Jueyu's chest suddenly flashed.
After a ray of green light, the leather armor on his chest was broken into two pieces with a chirp, and the protective piece of mind was also shattered.
"Die, you shouldn't participate in this election." Zhong Yuhe shouted in his heart. He could have such vicious thoughts first because Feng Jueyu's existence might threaten the Zhong family's march into Zhongtian City, and secondly, more importantly
Because Feng Jueyu is better than him.
As the leader of the younger generation in Zhongtian City, Zhong Yuhe usually behaves generously and decently, but in fact he is smaller-minded than Lin Xin. He can't stand someone who is better than him. This is the biggest reason for him to kill Feng Jueyu.
The moment he saw the sword cutting through the leather armor, Zhong Yuhe felt that the victory was right in front of him. As he had guessed, people who were hit by Youshen Powder were no different from ordinary people. Maybe there was still some chaotic true energy in his body.
Give him the illusion that he can still fight again, but all this is just a reminder to Feng Jueyu.
Feng Jueyu's death has become an inevitable trend.
At the same time, there were bursts of exclamations outside the ring. Many warriors stood up and looked at the overwhelming Zhong Yuhe in disbelief. They even couldn't believe that Feng Jueyu, who had always been famous for his strength, could not.
Realizing the power of this sword, he had just suffered too serious injury and was no longer as powerful as before.
Just as Lin Zhenhai pursed his lips and waited for the moment of victory to appear, the situation in the ring changed again...
Feng Jueyu, who was certain to die in Zhong Yuhe's eyes, suddenly turned into an afterimage, and retreated like a lotus leaf. The blazing emerald color was like a ball of green fire bursting out with intoxicating colors. This withdrawal,
Feng Jueyu didn't hold back at all, and fully released the strength of the third level of Shenwu. When he was about to land, he flipped his wrist and pulled Zhong Yuhe's blade aside with the stainless steel sword from bottom to top. Then, using the momentum of landing, he moved his toes
It slammed into Zhong Yuhe's chest with a loud bang.
Shoulder bump!
The protruding position of the shoulder refers to the lower part of Zhong Yuhe's throat. Zhong Yuhe never expected that Feng Jueyu still had the strength to fight, and he did not guard against Feng Jueyu's move. However, he became calm and raised his hand in a hurry.
Across the throat...
In an instant, the battle resumed. Both of them were as fast as lightning, but no matter how fast they were, they could not escape Feng Jueyu's eyesight. The needles on the blue ring on his left hand suddenly appeared, making him immediately aware that Zhong Yuhe was hiding the ring in his left hand.
Killing move.
"It turns out to be this!"
Feng Jue Yusen smiled coldly, and his momentum continued unabated. While his inner breath was moving, the Xuanwu spirit suddenly flashed across his body, and the four elephants converged on his shoulders, hitting Zhong Yuhe's palm.
"boom!"
Zhong Yuhe did not expect it again. He originally thought that when the ring needle pierced Feng Jueyu, the Youshen Sanhui would happen immediately, so he started to block it. Unfortunately, he made a big mistake this time. Feng Jueyu's shoulders seemed to become
He hit a piece of cold iron, which was unimaginably hard, and his palm showed incredible strength. Not only did this collision not block Feng Jueyu's offensive, but the back of Feng Jueyu's hand was stuck in his throat, and he suddenly gasped.
A suffocation.
A master can win in a single thought. This thought is either heaven or hell. Feng Jueyu has an opportunity in his hand as soon as he hits. Gai Zhi stretches his elbow forward without any reservation and directly touches Zhong Yuhe's chest...
"Peng!"
Feeling the sharp pain in his heart, the dull roar made Zhong Yuhe's eardrums numb, and he instantly lost his ability to resist. A stream of blood surged out of his throat, and his body lost strength and flew backwards far away.
If it was so easy to let Zhong Yuhe escape, that would not be Feng Jueyu's style. Seeing Zhong Yuhe hit two moves in a row, Feng Jueyu had already planned. He stretched forward with one hand to grab Zhong Yuhe's pulse gate, and slightly
After a fight, a stream of true energy roared like the water of the Yangtze River into the meridians of Zhong Yuhe's arms, instantly restraining several of his large acupuncture points. Then he lifted the long sword upside down, using the hilt as the blade, and in Zhong Yuhe
He launched a complete series of killing moves on his body.