On the duel field, the two fisted and danced each other, and their bodies changed like ghosts. The latest chapter of The Most Recent and Farthest Love Song (signed for publication).
In the blink of an eye, the scorching sun was about to sink into the mountains. Seeing the sunset, the cold wind blew lightly, giving off a faint chill, but it was not as cold as the coldness in Yu Lingzheng's heart at this moment. It was a kind of sadness, a kind of guilt.
I even apologized profusely.
I saw the two of them fighting each other with fists, and Yi Fan looked at each other with ease and ease. However, Yu Lingzheng looked quite embarrassed, neither testing nor fighting hard, he just threw away punches, but the strength of the punches
When released, it is obvious that the intention of the fist is not firm. Although the fighting spirit is awe-inspiring, it is inconsistent with the action, so the fight appears to be twisted, and the strength exerted is not even 20%.
"Brother Yu, if you want my life, you can take it, but I just want to die magnanimously. If you don't try your best, I can't bear to die in a humiliation." Yi Fan shouted loudly and whirled.
The fist flows, and the strength of the fist turns into wind, and strikes out violently.
Seeing a punch coming, he felt his cheeks were numb due to the wind of the punch. Yu Lingzheng punched out at the same time, but suddenly stopped at the critical moment, causing him to receive Yi Fan's punch solidly, and was immediately knocked out.
Fly away.
"I don't allow you to call me Brother Yu anymore. I am no longer your brother, and you are not anyone of mine." Yu Lingzheng roared loudly, suppressing the fragility in his heart and trying his best to let go.
Friendship, but it is tightly bound and lingering.
At this time, Yu Lingzheng suddenly heard the laughter of a young man. The voice was very familiar to him and he missed it very much. It made him think of the past...
The young man laughed loudly and said: "Swordsman? What kind of dream is this? You are already one!"
Suddenly, another voice sounded, and the voice sounded majestic: "Although I am a famous swordsman, I am still far from the best in the world. Don't only listen to half of what I say all day long. Remember, my dream is to become the best swordsman in the world."
The best swordsman in the world, I will definitely be like Senior Demon in the future, traveling around the world, slaying demons, and doing chivalry and justice."
"It sounds very powerful, but I can only have one master. If you have the ability, you can surpass him." The young man laughed, and then said: "By the way, Brother Yu, what is your dream?"
Another voice said 'hmm' for a long time, as if deep in thought, and said for a moment: "I want to protect our Yu family lineage, and I want to live happily with the people I love. I want to find a place deep in the mountains and wild forests, and live my life happily.
A carefree life.”
"That's so embarrassing." The young man chuckled.
"Don't be disgusting. I'm not talking about you. Go back to your cesspit and don't soil my dream." After saying this, there was a sound of a fist, and then he said: "Don't just talk about us, what about you?
, what are your dreams?”
"..." The young man was silent for a long time and said with a smile: "I haven't thought of it yet. If I insist on saying it, I will help you realize your dream first."
"Whoever wants your help, get out of here." Two voices shouted together, followed by a burst of fighting sounds, and then all three people laughed. The laughter was very simple and happy. After the disaster of genocide,
That was the first time Yu Lingzheng laughed so easily and happily.
Unknowingly, Yu Lingzheng's face was wet with tears. The happiness at that time has now turned into endless sadness.
Seeing Yu Lingzheng in such pain, Ling Yiyi felt the same pain, she shed tears at the same time, turned her head away and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.
"What the hell are these two people doing?" Yan Xiaoyu looked dissatisfied, wishing that the scene in front of him would never have happened and that the friendship between the three brothers would remain the same. Although he thought so, he still couldn't help but question: "The murderous aura of Yu Ling has not dissipated.
, but did not use all his strength, and Yi Fan had a chance to end this battle long ago, but has yet to take action. If this continues, I think he will probably lose the Yuling War."
"No, Brother Yu hasn't used his full strength yet. As long as he..." Before Ling Yiyi could finish her words, she saw a jar suddenly appear in Yu Ling's hands.
Yan Xiaoyu recognized this jar. It was the jar specially used by Yi Qiaogong to hold wine. He immediately frowned and said, "This guy has never been a teetotaler. Why is he doing it now..."
Ling Yiyi wiped away her tears and smiled: "Brother Yu is going to show his true strength. Brother-in-law, just watch quietly."
"Who are you helping?" Yan Xiaoyu frowned in confusion, thinking that the person Ling Yiyi admired should be Yi Fan, so how could he turn around and help Yu Ling fight?
In the venue, Yu Ling struggled to remove the cork and started drinking swig after sip. He knew that his consciousness could not escape the brotherly feelings for many years. The only thing he could do at this time was to use alcohol to numb his consciousness.
The wine was like a spring, soaking into his whole body. Yu Lingzheng started to shake a little after taking a few sips. After a few more sips, he raised his head and fell over. The jar crashed to the ground with a bang.
This scene happened so suddenly that Yi Fanrao was puzzled and wanted to step forward to check. In an instant, Yu Ling slapped his hands on the ground and jumped up, swaying, and it took him a while to stand still.
Yu Lingzheng stamped his feet, and his aura suddenly unfolded. The white divine aura lingering around his body was dancing with the wind. It seemed ordinary, but it had an indescribable weird feeling.
Yi Fan couldn't help but squint his eyes when he saw him, as if his vision was blurred due to alcohol paralysis. Then he pushed forward with his palms behind his back and swept his toes across to create a ball of windy sand.
"Francing and fighting?" Yi Fan recognized this posture and couldn't help but doubt in his heart. With Yu Lingzheng's current state, whether he can fight or not is still a question. But judging from the arrogance on his body, compared to the past, Yu Lingzheng could not fight.
It's not as scary as this moment.
Yu Lingzheng let out a burp of wine and rushed out in an instant. Every move was extremely fierce, and his speed was three or four times faster than during normal sparring. Even Yi Fan, who had transformed into a beast soul, could not keep up with this speed.
.With a palm strike, the momentum is billowing, and the cold waves are empty and frightening.
"Lan Wu Pi Gua - Shen Duan."
The chopping palms are ever-changing, and the situation is like wind and shadow, and it strikes towards Yi Fan at a speed that cannot be caught by the naked eye.
"Oops, there's no way to avoid it." Yi Fan secretly shouted that something was wrong and quickly called out [Tulu].
After summoning the sword, in just half a breath, Yi Fan was hit by eighteen palms on his right arm, seven palms on each of his feet, and forty-one palms on his left arm. His meridians had been interrupted.
.
Yi Fan gritted his teeth and roared violently, violently raising his breath, constantly attacking his own meridians, and hurriedly relieved the paralysis caused by the blow. His breath shook violently, and instantly created a shield, but it could not withstand the rain spirit's fight for a palm.
Power.
The 'Pang Rang' shield exploded in response.
Yi Fan was shocked and reluctantly held the Tufan sword. In an instant, his left leg received two more blows. His left leg, which already had some feeling, was suddenly cut off again.
"Five Spirit Sword Technique-Sword Formation and Shield Rush."
The five swords flew together and condensed into shields, intertwined into a net, and shrouded Yi Fan head-on.
"Puff, puff, puff... bang!" Under Yu Lingzheng's crazy attacks, the entire stadium became ice-cold. Yi Fan couldn't hold on for a moment as countless palms fell, and his sword and shield exploded.
Look at the blood flowing freely in his hands, and his expression is dull, as if he has no feeling. Yi Fan holds the two swords in his hands and changes continuously, and the other three flying swords are controlled by the divine breath to contain Yu Lingzheng's actions. With the long battle, the previous
With his skills getting old, Yi Fan became more and more proficient in controlling the sword. In just a few breaths, he was able to push Yu Ling away without being attacked.