Yang Bufan gasped for air. When he noticed Yang Yunfei's attack from above, he rolled on the ground in embarrassment and dodged another attack.
He barely managed to dodge the opponent's attacks during this period, but his movements were getting slower and slower, which was a sign that his physical strength was about to be exhausted.
This feeling made him quite frustrated and powerless.
Once upon a time, the gap between them was not that big, and he was even faintly above the other.
But now, the other party is holding the weapon given to him by his master, making him in danger and extremely embarrassed...
"Master must be very disappointed."
Yang Bufan didn't dare to look at Feng Yi's expression. He couldn't help but cheer himself up, trying to arouse the desire to advance, but unfortunately, he didn't feel that way at all.
In this fight, he had no power to fight back.
"You are no longer good, Yang Bufan, you will definitely lose!"
Yang Yunfei's smile was particularly wild, and his hair was flying in the wind, like a devil crawling out of hell. He was even more proud when he saw Feng Yi's solemn expression, holding his hand secretly but unable to step forward.
These people are just pedantic. What’s the point of the so-called agreement? Aren’t agreements meant to be broken?
If he hadn't deceived Yang Bufan back then, he wouldn't have gotten the spiritual sword, and his strength wouldn't have improved. Don't they understand such a simple truth?
Of course, I don't know how to get the best benefits without the "kindness" of people like them.
At this thought, Yang Yunfei's offensive became more and more fierce. Yang Bufan could no longer hold on. Even with Xiao Qi in hand, the sword energy released by the spirit knife still cut through his clothes, making him look even more unbearable.
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"drink!"
Another extremely tricky attack. Yang Bufan, who had hurriedly dodged, his legs and feet went weak, and his body lost his balance. With a sharp knife, his right arm was cut directly, and blood gushed out instantly.
Yang Bufan gritted his teeth and swung his sword to fight back. Yang Yunfei sneered and disappeared instantly, arriving behind Yang Bufan——
Whoosh!
Another knife.
This time it was my back that was injured.
What followed was a one-sided situation. The injured Yang Bufan's movements became slower and slower. On the contrary, the successful Yang Yunfei's morale was high. After several cuts, Yang Bufan was already scarred, his clothes were stained red with blood, and his whole body looked like blood.
Ordinary people.
"Is this the so-called one-on-one competition? You were so confident before. I thought you had some trump card. It really made me worry for nothing."
Yang Yunfei showed a provocative smile to Feng Yi and said solemnly: "Yang Bufan, it is all thanks to you that I am what I am today. To express my gratitude, use your life to be my stepping stone!"
As he spoke, Yang Yunfei's body glowed brightly, and the spiritual sword in his hand released a strong bloodthirsty aura and struck Yang Bufan.
Yang Bufan gritted his teeth and resisted with all his strength, Xiao Qi also had no reservations, but at the moment the two collided, Yang Bufan's jaws broke, Xiao Qi flew out, and Yang Yunfei's spiritual knife took advantage of the situation and pierced his body.
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puff!
At the critical moment, Yang Bufan moved his body. The spiritual knife did not pierce his heart, but the shoulder blade above his chest. The spiritual knife stained red by blood directly penetrated his body. Under the huge inertia, the two sides
The human body flew up together, breaking several thick trees in succession before the spirit knife pierced another big tree and stopped.
At this time, Yang Bufan seemed to be nailed to a tree, holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, holding the handle with a ferocious expression, and blood flowed from the wound as if it was free of money.
"Daozhang Feng, I really admire you for sticking to your promise under such circumstances. I admire you Yang!"
Yang Yunfei looked at Feng Yi, who was standing aside with a pale face and said nothing, and said with a smile.
Feng Yi had been holding back, and he was ready to take action when Yang Bufan was at a disadvantage, but looking at Yang Bufan's determined eyes, it was still the agreement between the two of them before, so he could only clenched his fist secretly.
Now that things have developed to this point, it is difficult for him to control the anger in his heart, because Yang Bufan may die on the spot in the next second.
In fact, he didn't take the previous agreement to heart. He was not that pedantic, but he had to think more about Yang Bufan.
Yang Bufan has lost his self-confidence after being framed by Yang Yunfei. He is far less relaxed and content than when he first met after not seeing each other for many years. This time is his battle to break the catastrophe.
If he can successfully carry it through, Yang Bufan's strength and state of mind will be improved to a higher level;
If he still needs Feng Yi's help to survive after getting Xiao Qi, then Yang Bufan will become a complete useless person.
Rather than that, it would be better to die standing happily.
Of course, you can think so, but for Feng Yi, even if Yang Bufan is a puddle of mud after being rescued, it is far better than collecting his body for him. This is his direct disciple!
do not care!
Just when Feng Yi was about to take action, he seemed to sense something, and suddenly hesitated, and saw that the situation on the field had undergone subtle changes.
Yang Yunfei, who was originally proud, also noticed something strange. After letting out a sigh, his face changed slightly. He was not going to waste any time and was ready to cut Yang Bufan into pieces.
But when he tried to continue to control the spiritual sword, he found that he had lost his sense of the spiritual sword.
What he didn't expect was that when Yang Bufan's blood continued to wash away the blade of the spirit sword, the faintly glowing lines on the blade seemed to be corroded and were disappearing little by little.
"careful!"
Lisa, who was standing aside, suddenly exclaimed. Yang Yunfei made a quick decision, released his grip on the spirit knife, and jumped several meters away.
At the same time as he jumped away, Yang Bufan roared angrily, pulled out the spiritual knife that pierced his body with his right hand, and swung it out with his backhand.
Rumble!
The blade of the Spiritual Sword instantly expanded dozens of times, turning into a forty-meter-long sword. The blade was wrapped with a rich and lingering bloody aura, cutting off the air directly and creating a bottomless ravine on the ground.
In the ravine, blood gushed out, like erupting volcanic magma, roaring towards Yang Yunfei, as if to surround and devour him.
Yang Yunfei kept jumping and changing positions. At the same time, he turned his hands into palms and kept counterattacking. Purple-black palm prints flew out one after another and hit the blade.
After taking countless palm shots in succession, a crack finally appeared on the blade in the air. Then the crack spread like a spider web, exploding in the air, flying everywhere, cutting the air into countless tiny fragments, branches, leaves and things on the ground.
Countless weeds were cut off and then flew all over the sky.
"Huhu..."
Yang Yunfei wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead with his hands, and said with a somewhat rapid breathing: "You, how did you wake up the Spirit Sword?"
Yang Bufan grinned, his teeth stained with blood making him look like a wild beast: "It is mine. With my blood, your unscrupulous methods will lose their meaning!"
