If Ke Junxia pursues and fights with fierce momentum, then Zhuo Mufeng gives in at every turn and uses defense instead of attack.
Taking the original standing place as the center, the two people jumped left and right, sometimes jumping up and sometimes down. Along the way, the flowers exploded. Viewed from above, it looked like a twisted path plowed out in the sea of flowers.
—.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Ke Junxia's light skill was outstanding, but what surprised Wu Guanting and others was that Zhuo Mufeng's body skills were not weak either. It was not a large-scale movement, but a dodge in a small space, always going straight up and down to avoid the purple sword energy.
"It's the movement technique I performed that time."
Wu Yuanyuan remembered that the last time Zhuo Mufeng killed Xu Hanliang, he had used this kind of movement technique, but it was far less skillful than at this moment.
In other words, in just over half a month, the other party actually cultivated a three-star movement technique to the level of Dacheng?
This kind of understanding is probably a bit stronger than mine, right?
"Impossible, maybe this guy didn't use all his strength last time."
Wu Yuanyuan didn't want to believe it and subconsciously got rid of this ridiculous idea. But no matter what, judging from the situation in front of her, Zhuo's defeat today should not be too ugly.
"Damn it, you forced me to do it."
Unable to attack for a long time, Ke Junxia roared in his heart, and the sword force suddenly became fast and urgent, as if the gentle purple river surface suddenly rioted, the long sword vibrated at a high-speed frequency, and in a moment, a purple sword light several feet wide was formed.
Under the purple sword light, a slightly cold smile appeared on Ke Junxia's face.
This sword is exactly the third form of the Purple Qi Tuangang Sword, violent Tuangang!
"careful!"
Before Huahua Feng's reminder came, Ke Junxia had already swept out with his sword, and the purple sword light flew out, carrying the violent internal energy of the Zihe Divine Art and shooting towards Zhuo Mufeng.
With a strong sense of crisis in his heart, Zhuo Mufeng roared, and the Dragon Yin Qi resonated with Long Youbu, causing his body to stop at high speed in a way that violated the laws of physics, and then moved laterally at an even faster speed.
Almost in no particular order, the purple sword light rushed past Zhuo Mufeng's original position, penetrated into the sea of flowers three feet away, and exploded into a piece of loess several meters high.
When it comes to swordsmanship, due to the difference in swordsmanship levels, Zhuo Mufeng is no match.
In terms of internal strength, Zhuo Mufeng is also no match for Ke Junxia, who has been supported by various resources since childhood.
When it comes to Qinggong, it is also on the suppressed side.
That is to say, the level of transformed jingmang is higher, but this kind of martial arts realm relies on internal strength to truly exert its power.
So no matter which aspect you analyze it from, Zhuo Mufeng has no chance of winning, and that is exactly what happened. After less than twenty moves, Zhuo Mufeng was already on the verge of defeat.
He admitted that he had underestimated the enemy, but he remained calm when things came to pass. The words of the woman with the golden mask in the valley rang in his mind.
"Be relaxed when attacking the enemy. If the enemy is too strong, use retreat to advance, use defense to attack, use weakness to slowly accumulate strength... Remember, you only have one chance, and you must wait patiently for that fleeting opportunity.
Then he will accomplish his feats in one battle."
Zhuo Mufeng kept retreating, trying to distance the two sides.
But Ke Junxia didn't allow it. Just after the sword passed, he held the sword in both hands and raised it high, forming a triangle shape with his head. Purple internal energy continued to flow into the sword along his arms, like the confluence of long rivers.
"Be careful, it's a sword blasting through Gangmen!"
Huawei peak is shocked.
He didn't expect that Ke Junxia's aptitude was so outstanding that he actually mastered the fourth form of the Purple Qi Tuogang Sword, which is also the most violent and brutal form of the sword blasting the Gangmen!
Ke Junxia always kept a distance of two feet from Zhuo Mufeng. Seeing that the opponent maintained this posture, Zhuo Mufeng knew that this sword must take a long time to accumulate power, so he had the idea of attacking.
But Su Zhanxue's cold words rang in his mind in time, like a basin of cold water, stopping his progress. There was only one chance, and he had to be cautious. His intuition told him that there was something wrong with this sword.
Sure enough, just as Zhuo Mufeng stepped back, Ke Junxia's eyes flashed with regret, his tongue burst with spring thunder, and his arms seemed to have exhausted all their strength, and he struck down with a heavy sword.
The powerful sword energy was like a stream rushing down from a high mountain. It quickly filled Zhuo Mufeng's sight and enveloped him with overwhelming force, making it impossible to escape.
Zhuo Mufeng was still retreating, but in desperation, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and use the Great Sumeru Sword Style, guarding his whole body with the sword shadow.
In the crackling sound.
The sword shadow kept collapsing and reborn, and in the eyes of those watching the battle, it was like purple waves splashing on a reef in the sea.
Inevitably, strands of purple sword energy broke through the defense, tore Zhuo Mufeng's clothes, and drew shallow blood-red wounds on his body.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly. When the opponent launched his attack, his body was already at the far side of the purple sword energy. After a while, he finally escaped from the trap.
The figure flashed.
Ke Junxia rushed over with another unreasonable and violent attack, vowing to defeat Zhuo Mufeng with his sword.
clang!
Long Youbu moved to the limit, and Zhuo Mu managed to avoid it dangerously. The clothes on his shoulders were torn to pieces, and his entire arm was almost bloody.
Damn this guy, he is so ruthless.
"You lost."
Ke Junxia laughed loudly, raised his arms high, and apparently blasted the Gangmen with another sword move, and Queen Zhuo Mu Fengcang retreated.
"We admit defeat."
Huahua Feng shouted, and just as he was about to stop him, he felt a majestic pressure appear around him, making him unable to move at all.
Wu Sijie said calmly: "The parties involved have not admitted defeat, how can outsiders get involved?"
Wu Guanting waved his hand, and the power that suppressed Huahua Peak disappeared immediately. He said coldly to Wu Sijie: "This is not a sparring match. Your apprentice intends to hurt others."
Just as he was about to stop the fight, a scream suddenly sounded in his ears, coming from the love witch Yuanyuan. When Wu Guanting saw what was happening on the scene, his whole body froze.
It wasn't that something happened to Zhuo Mufeng, but that he was retreating, ignoring the danger, and suddenly rushed towards Ke Junxia, as if he had forgotten everything due to anger.
Zhuo Mufeng was not angry, he was as calm as if there was a piece of ice hidden in his mind.
The previous purple sword energy made him clearly feel that Ke Junxia's attack power had been greatly weakened. As the opponent was gathering momentum again, he did not believe that he could do whatever he wanted.
It was his retreat that allowed the opponent to successfully use his sword to blast the Gangmen for the first time. At this time, Ke Junxia was so high-spirited that he decided to do the opposite.
Just bet on the opponent's bluff and try to scare you off so you can gain time to build up your momentum!
"If the enemy is far stronger than you, don't take any chances and win by surprise."
Su Zhanxue's voice flashed through his mind, and Zhuo Mufeng saw the flash of shock in Ke Junxia's eyes. He felt strong and powerful, and his skills penetrated the twelve main meridians at the same time for the first time, causing the speed of his feet to increase again.
This is his true speed.
"True twelvefold!"
Wu Guanting was shocked.
He could feel twelve dispersed internal forces flowing through Zhuo Mufeng's body at the same time. It turned out that this adopted son had broken through to the peak of the true realm without making a sound!