From the moment Ke Junxia prepares to use his sword to blast the Gangmen for the second time, to Zhuo Mufeng dodging and retreating, and then suddenly charging forward, it's a long story, but it actually only takes a few blinks of an eye.
The qi energy released from the purple inner force was vented crazily, constantly hitting Zhuo Mufeng, like a surging river wave, trying to break away his courage to fight hard.
But Zhuo Mufeng is like a beast that has been holding back for a long time. Once he sees the opportunity, Liangzhao will go all out and there will be no turning back.
As soon as the sword came out, the cold light condensed into white spots, as if all the strength of the body was compressed, and it quickly stabbed Ke Junxia.
"not good!"
It was the critical moment of gathering momentum, and Ke Junxia had not yet practiced to the point where he could do whatever he wanted. If he interrupted, not only would all his previous efforts be wasted, but he might also be hurt, so he quickly dodged when he saw this.
As expected of Wu Sijie's master disciple, with his Qinggong running, he easily avoided the killing sword.
But Zhuo Mufeng's sword power did not stop, but continued to increase. The second sword followed closely, piercing three strings of phantoms, and Ke Junxia's true body appeared behind the long sword on the left.
Time and space seemed to pause, Zhuo Mufeng swept his right arm, and the power of his sword finally reached its limit. At this moment, he swung out a bright white light, and beyond the white light was invisible sword energy, slashing at Ke Junxia.
The perfect chain of death-defying three immortal swords.
"Is it useful? Get out of here!"
Ke Junxia felt the crisis, but he didn't expect the other party to be so courageous. He actually hit the flaw in his move, took a strong breath of energy, and flew back crazily.
With a sneer, the front of his clothes was torn, and blood spilled out, but there was a cut of an inch on his chest.
The pain stimulated Ke Junxia, causing his face to suddenly twist.
Shame, huge shame!
With his strength, he was actually injured against a boy who had become a monk halfway. If he didn't pay back tenfold, this battle would be a stain on his life.
Fortunately, the opponent's sword power has been exhausted and new strength has not yet been generated, and his own killing move has finally been completed.
With his arms bulging, Ke Junxia laughed wildly, and the purple internal force drove the long sword in his hand to make a violent clanging sound, as if a vicious soldier was born and wanted to drink human blood.
This sword will determine the outcome!
but at the same time
Zhuo Mufeng, who had clearly exhausted all his old strength, suddenly let out a long roar, and the dragon's roar energy caused the dragon's walking steps to resonate, driving his body to move forward several feet again.
While he was still on the way, he had already punched out his fist, still resonating with the dragon's roar energy, forming a solid fist force, accompanied by a rolling and majestic roar.
Dragon Domination Fist!
If Longyou Step is an extended footwork of Dragon Yin Qi, then Long Ba Fist is an extended boxing method of Dragon Yin Qi.
After winning the lottery in the Songquan Villa dungeon, Zhuo Mufeng didn't practice, but these days he has been studying it for a long time in the Mozhu Gang.
Dragon Yin Qi, Long You Bu, Long Ba Fist, this group of martial arts combined in two and two, finally won a fleeting opportunity for Zhuo Mufeng at the most critical moment.
This is also his only trump card to win.
The two sides were only a few feet apart, and Ke Junxia's long sword was almost about to strike down, and the sharp sword energy would cut through Zhuo Mufeng's body in the next moment.
However, Zhuo Mufeng moved forward without hesitation, as if he had forgotten the danger, his movements did not hesitate at all, and he punched straight and hard with all his strength.
boom!
The fist hit Ke Junxia's abdomen, and his energy was released and crazily penetrated Ke Junxia's body.
"Wow……"
A large mouthful of blood spurted out, Ke Junxia opened his mouth wide and flew away.
The force of the sword that was about to be launched was also destroyed as a result, and the internal force severely injured him twice. He vomited a lot of blood, and his body rolled on the lawn, crushing many flowers. He couldn't get up for a long time.
"Junior brother!"
Jiang Shao's expression changed drastically.
He lost. With every advantage in every aspect, Ke Junxia actually lost. How is this possible?
Wu Sijie's face also darkened, feeling both disappointed and shocked.
Disappointed by Ke Junxia's carelessness in underestimating the enemy, he clearly reminded him to fight steadily, but in the end he insisted on taking advantage of the situation and wanted to quickly defeat the opponent, but the opponent in turn seized on the flaw and suddenly reversed the situation of the battle.
But looking at it from another angle, this is exactly what is terrifying about Zhuo Mufeng.
How many people can deal with it so calmly in the situation just now, even risking serious injury?
Will, courage, and means are indispensable.
Perhaps Zhuo Mufeng's current strength is still very weak, but from the opponent, Wu Sijie has vaguely seen a climate that is about to take shape.
If nothing happens to this boy, he will definitely become another young star of the Sanjiang League.
"This bastard?"
Wu Yuanyuan slightly opened her red lips, feeling doubly surprised.
She was also shocked by the scene in front of her. Zhuo Mufeng's move just now was indeed risky, but how many people have such courage and vision?
It is common to use the strong to suppress the weak, but it is truly amazing to use the weak to defeat the strong.
Wu Yuanyuan had to admit that Zhuo Mufeng's response just now shocked her. But even so, he was still a shameless and hateful bastard.
Wu Guanting's eyes burst into strange light, but then quickly faded away.
A flawless physique can only guarantee the upper limit of Zhuo Mufeng's cultivation level, but the battle just now made him see Zhuo Mufeng's more terrifying potential, and he became more determined to help his opponent.
After a moment of pause, Zhuo Mufeng stepped forward, put his sword at Ke Junxia's neck, and said condescendingly: "Senior Brother Ke, it seems that I have won."
"you you……"
In Ke Junxia's anger, blood foam kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth, his face turned red, his body trembled violently, and he really wanted to faint on the spot.
He couldn't accept this result. He clearly had the upper hand throughout the whole process and could defeat the opponent without much effort, but in the end he lost in a daze, which made him feel aggrieved and unwilling.
Hearing Zhuo Mufeng's words again, he was so embarrassed that he lost his mind and blurted out: "I was negligent this time. If you have the guts to fight again, I will definitely defeat you!"
Zhuo Mufeng sneered and said: "Brother Ke, don't you feel embarrassed to say such a thing? Losing is losing. If it is a life and death battle, you will lose your life, and your opponent will not listen to your reasons."
How could Zhuo Mufeng agree to fight again? He could win this time because of the use of many factors, but none of them could be two. Now that his trump card was exposed, under normal circumstances, he would never be able to beat Ke Junxia.
Ke Junxia's chest was heaving and he stared at Zhuo Mufeng, obviously still unwilling to give in.
Zhuo Mufeng didn't bother to talk nonsense with the other party, it was just a waste of time. He sheathed his sword, came to Wu Guanting's side, cupped his hands and said: "Father, the child is lucky to live up to his destiny."
Wu Guanting's eyes were full of admiration, but his face was calm, and he even scolded: "If you win, you win, why bother to be so harsh? How do you ask my father to explain to your Uncle Wu?"
Zhuo Mufeng quickly lowered his head: "Father, the child can't help himself, and his strength is not as good as others. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will be crippled by Senior Brother Ke."
Wu Guanting snorted: "How could you, Senior Brother Ke, be so mean? I listen to your sophistry!"
The father and son sang in harmony, obviously reprimanding Zhuo Mufeng, but in fact they were holding guns and sticks, insinuating that Ke Junxia was ruthless and had to fight back. It was because he won the contest that he was justified.
The others were speechless, and Wu Sijie's face kept twitching, and he almost got angry on the spot.