() He has been a man for two generations, especially Nie Feng, who has been influenced by Teacher Cang for many years. He has extremely solid theoretical knowledge and only has practical experience with Zi Mo. He has no resistance to Zi Mo, who is more beautiful and flawless.
force.
But the next moment, he felt a heavy blow to his chest and his body flew away.
"Idiot, you are not paying attention at all during the battle!" The beautiful girl's roar came to my ears again, and it echoed from all directions.
Is it an hallucination caused by a heavy blow?
Soon, Nie Feng discovered that it was not an illusion, but a clone!
One represents two, two represents four, four represents eight!
Eight identical Zi Mo appeared in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, they stood on all sides of him.
"What kind of show are we going to perform!" Nie Feng was stunned.
"It's really easy for you to defeat me," Zi Mo snapped his fingers, "but considering that the next battle will involve facing an enemy siege, the content of the training must also be changed."
Speaking of this, Zi Mo also raised his voice,
"Nie Feng, prepare for the battle with the eight top cultivators of Houtian Realm!"
After saying this, Nie Feng felt that the sky was overwhelming in front of him, like wild waves, with brilliance dancing in the air!
After less than one stick of incense, he fell out.
"Come again!"
Nie Feng gritted his teeth. Although the feeling was not pleasant, thinking about the real and cruel battle he would face next, he had to accept this extremely difficult and almost abusive training.
Zi Mo's skills were so superb that he had an absolute advantage in numbers. His moves were intricately intertwined like a sparkling net, gradually restraining Nie Feng's figure. His slender hands were even more unpredictable, constantly waiting for opportunities to attack.
Nie Feng only felt that the offensive he launched was getting heavier and heavier, and he even couldn't help but drift left and right with Zi Mo's offensive, and he might lose his grip at any time.
"Bo!"
A sharp, heart-piercing pain suddenly came from his left shoulder, but it had already been hit by Zi Mo.
Fortunately, he stepped sideways in time and neutralized 80% of Zi Mo's finger strength, so his shoulder bone was not stabbed to the point of heart-wrenching pain like before.
But even so, Nie Feng couldn't help but groan in pain, and the entire meridians of his left arm were twisted and numb.
Zi Mo's eyesight and experience were far superior to Nie Feng's, and he immediately saw his weakness. After defeating eight enemies at once, he launched a violent storm-like attack on the latter.
Nie Feng was tired of fighting and retreated. The longest he could hold on was only an hour, and the pain he suffered all over his body was simply unimaginable.
If he could die even if he cultivated in his own sea of consciousness, I'm afraid he would have died a hundred times already!
"too slow!"
"This is the first time I've been hit by this trick, why can't I dodge it?"
"Faster!"
"If you can't hide, there are more than 20 people outside, how can you possibly win? If you die, it would be too humiliating for me, as a majestic god, to die together like this!"
Zi Yang's voice was cold, and he used three consecutive moves to break through Nie Feng's defense, and pointed his bare hand at Nie Feng's chest like a cone of broken sac.
Nie Feng's chest was wide open and he could no longer block this fatal blow.
"Have you lost like this? What will happen to the mayor, what will happen to these friends of mine, and what will happen to Ruoqi!"
"No, we can't accept this fate so easily!"
"Although there is a glimmer of opportunity, we must also fight!"
"kill!"
A surging hot blood surged uncontrollably into Nie Feng's chest. His heart and mind merged, and his whole person transformed into a powerful and flying sword intent!
"boom!"
Waves of surging aura erupted from Nie Feng's body, like mountains. His eyes were as bright as fire.
"He's actually possessed!"
Zi Mo was surprised. The attack left a slight crack in front of Nie Feng's body, but he could not move forward half an inch!
Nie Feng swept back with his palm and blocked Zi Mo from the waist.
A long and angry roar, the brilliance soars into the sky!
When this punch was struck, a strange brilliance of three colors appeared, with extremely violent power, the vitality reached its peak state!
The great perfection of body skills and moves!
Zi Mo couldn't help but be moved by this, she let out a low moan and flew sideways to the left. She didn't even dare to compete with this move head on.
Nie Feng's moves are the Eighteen Heavenly Wind Moves at the earliest level. With his level of cultivation, it is difficult for him to practice more profound moves. However, he can be said to have reached the pinnacle of understanding of these eighteen moves, and his basic foundation is extremely high.
Solid, reaching the state of perfection.
What's even more rare is that in addition to his moves, although Nie Feng's speed is not fast, in the process of becoming possessed, he has achieved a perfect fit with his moves. His body skills are melodious and he has reached the state of perfection at the same time. The two phases are superimposed, making it even more rare.
Nie Feng's strength has reached a new level.
Being possessed by a demon is a wonderful state. At this time, the spirit and perception are at a wonderful peak state, which can be encountered but cannot be sought. The longer the time of being possessed, the more you can break through the current shackles and reach a higher level of strength.
"Ouch!!" Nie Feng's fists flew like lightning, and dozens of afterimages were suddenly released, overwhelmingly rushing towards Zi Mo.
These afterimages carry a whistling sound, like hungry wolves coming out of the gate, howling for blood.
Zi Mosu linked his hands and pointed at the place where the energy surged, and the afterimages suddenly scattered.
Nie Feng took advantage of the situation and approached, raised his right hand high and struck it down unstoppably on the head.
Zi Mo was secretly surprised when she saw Nie Feng attacking so forcefully. Seeing this, Nie Feng was about to break through her encirclement. At that moment, she no longer thought about it, and attacked with her backhand, using clever strength to drive
Nie Feng's figure whirled around, and the seven figures around him moved at the same time. They laid down layers of defenses and launched a flood-like attack.
"Chichichichi!!"
Dense energy burst out from Nie Feng's fists, like rocks piercing the air, hitting Zimo's key points at different angles and routes.
"boom!"
Under this fierce attack, the bun on Zi Mo's head suddenly exploded, and her long black hair fell down like a waterfall, emitting light green crystal light and swinging in front of her, like a flag fluttering in the wind.
"Boo boo!"
The strength of Nie Feng's fists was dissipated one by one, and the iron fist was revealed and struck Zi Mo directly in the chest.
A sharp and short whistle came from Zi Mo's mouth, and his black hair jumped up like a snake and wrapped around Nie Feng's left wrist, tightening it tightly inward.
Nie Feng heard his wrist bones cracking in his ears, as if they were about to break and fall.
He gritted his steel teeth, twisted his body and buried his head, and slammed towards the door facing Zi Mo!
This move was extremely dangerous, but it also exceeded Zi Mo's expectations.
As a woman, being hit on her pretty face was obviously the last thing she wanted to happen. Zi Mo subconsciously threw her hair back, and Nie Feng let go of his left wrist, and his figure flew up.
The figures of the two people passed each other, and Nie Feng slashed with his backhand, and passed dangerously in front of Zi Mo with a "crack".
Ever since one turned into eight, Zimo has never suffered such a big loss, let alone been in such a mess.
But Nie Feng felt very bad. These moves came out one after another in one go. He almost tried his best, but only got a few opportunities.
Zi Mo, who came back to his senses, was also completely angered.
"Can you win if you become a demon? You underestimate me too much. Just wait and see!"
As he said these words, a surge of vitality rushed out. The index finger and middle finger of Zimo's left hand condensed into a green light cone in an instant, stimulating a series of crisscrossing crystal lights in the air, cutting.
The void tears everything apart.
"Ding!" Nie Feng blocked with his arms.
The sharp green light hit it, causing sparks to fly. Nie Feng's right arm went numb for a while, and he couldn't help but step back.
"Ding ding ding!"
Zi Mo's slender hands flew forward, and her bare hands pointed forward. Each strike was heavier than the other, like a thunderbolt.
A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Nie Feng's lips. His body suddenly floated like smoke, and suddenly passed through the sky like thunder and lightning. Unknowingly, a clear spiritual spring emerged in his chest, and a Taoist heart was empty and clear.
I have forgotten the vastness of things.
He was like a wisp of breeze coming from nature, carefree and erratic. Even though Zi Mo surrounded him, he could never lock on to him.
His Taoist heart is growing rapidly, and he realizes the vicissitudes of the human world and God's will with every breath.
His thoughts seemed to have separated from his physical body and were flying in another world, but his movements and movements were all in line with nature.
The so-called body is just a part between heaven and earth. If you understand it carefully, you can feel the huge potential contained in it.
An hour!
Two hours!
Eight hours!
Sixteen hours!
Although Zi Mo had the absolute upper hand, the number of times she hit Nie Feng became less and less. Nie Feng's eyes were burning with brilliant light, and his moves and movements were even more agile and light.
The flowing water flows down the beach unintentionally, and the white clouds appear unintentionally!
It seems ordinary, but it always works just right.
Zi Mo felt more and more that in her eyes, Nie Feng was like an iceberg in the sea. What she could see now was just the tip of the iceberg. When the sea water receded, this young man would definitely give her a bigger surprise.
Being able to dodge the combined attacks of her eight clones is a strength that even a strong person at the third level of the Houtian realm may not be able to do easily.
At the first level of Houtian realm, Zi Mo could hardly imagine that there would be any more solid skills than Nie Feng's.