In the blink of an eye, Nie Feng was already flying forward again. One of the cultivators at the first level of Houtian Realm had just handed over his long sword when he felt his eyes dazzled as a finger was pointed in front of him. The finger passed through him.
between his eyebrows, and then passed over.
"boom!"
His entire head exploded, and the hard skull was pierced by Nie Feng's finger.
This cultivator never dreamed that he would die under such a completely inconspicuous Eighteen Styles of Heavenly Wind, and that he would die so simply.
Liu Neng looked at the corpses on the ground, he was so shocked that his fighting spirit almost disappeared, "You, you, you, you actually killed so many of us, you provoked the Zhang family's anger, you know this
How big of a consequence is that?”
"I only know that the result of not resisting is death, and you will die too." Nie Feng turned around, and the vitality behind his body rose like a huge wave, hitting Liu Neng's face.
"Golden Bell Covers the Body!!" Liu Neng did not dare to neglect. The vitality on his body rose at the same time, condensing into a thick layer of golden brilliance outside his body, covering his body like a golden bell, forming an unbreakable barrier.
armor.
"Come on, little beast." Liu Neng felt a sense of safety in his heart under the golden bell, and he roared and rushed towards Nie Feng.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Nie Feng's speed increased incredibly again. The dragon scale knife in his hand was so magical that it directly found the weak spot in his body and pierced his heart.
"Crack, click, click!"
The golden bell flew away, Liu Neng's eyes showed unwillingness, and the fire of life slowly extinguished, all the vitality was taken away by Nie Feng's attack.
"How is it possible that I, just like that, died?"
The moment he saw the dragon scale knife that originally belonged to him being inserted into his body, Liu Neng couldn't believe it, but then, Nie Feng's domineering attack completely destroyed his soul.
"People like you don't deserve to live. You'd better go to hell."
Nie Feng flew up and kicked him a long distance away.
"You guys get out of the way and I'll deal with him."
A low voice sounded, and Zhang Wu walked forward slowly with a long sword in hand. His eyes glowed green like a wolf, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it did not make people feel warm.
.
Zhang Wu, a strong man at the third level of Houtian Realm!
He held the Qingyang Sword in one hand and looked at Nie Feng, "The Eighteen Styles of Tianfeng are just the most common exercises. You are the best I have ever seen."
After saying this, Nie Feng did not comment, and also faced Zhang Wu with concentration. You must know that Zhang Wu is a strong man at the third level of the Houtian realm. His realm is two levels higher than him, and his vitality is also higher.
Because of him, even though Nie Feng seemed to easily kill two cultivators at the second level of the Houtian Realm, he knew that it was his full strength.
Facing Zhang Wu who unleashed his murderous intent unscrupulously, he didn't have much chance of victory.
Zhang Wu looked at Liu Neng who was lying on the ground. There was not much indignation in his eyes, and he said lightly, "You have a good talent. If you are willing to follow me, I can let you take his place, and you will also have a chance."
I recommend you to enter the Zhang family."
This sentence was like a stone causing thousands of waves. The rest of the people did not expect that Zhang Wu would actually want to recruit people.
Forget what happened today, join the ranks of tax collectors, enter the Moon City, and even possibly enter the Zhang family. This is definitely an unimaginable benefit for the townspeople in Tianfeng Town.
Even Liu Neng, who had just shown off his power, wanted to enter the Zhang family but it was impossible!
And to the people of Tianfeng Town, he is as terrifying as a master!
There was silence all around, and from time to time the sound of someone swallowing could be heard. Among the surviving cultivators, there were many who sighed in their hearts, why didn't such a huge pie fall on them?
It seemed that it was impossible for Nie Feng to make another choice.
However, under the gaze of everyone, Nie Feng did not think too much and slowly shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to leave Tianfeng Town yet, and I don't want to be a tax collector."
Having lived in two lifetimes, he thinks very clearly, and it is his inner dissatisfaction that causes the greatest pain to others. In the original world, he studied hard and was admitted to Peking University. However, in the end, due to the competition in society,
After a lot of intense work, as well as the worries of my parents, I finally decided to take the civil service exam and became a temporary urban management worker. Although I looked very stable on the surface, I was deeply unhappy inside.
In this world, Nie Feng is unwilling to do things that go against his own heart. He is afraid that he will encounter powerful difficulties and obstacles.
"There are not so many things to be afraid of. If you cross the road with your back, you will fall into a manhole cover and drown. If you buy something in the supermarket, you will be hit to death. If you walk on the sidewalk, you will be hit by glass. So don't think so much. Since there are so many
If you are still unsure, then make a decision that you can feel at ease with."
Zhang Wu's face darkened after hearing Nie Feng's firm answer, and he said after a long while,
"Okay, if that's the case, you are my enemy. Come on, pay the price for your actions!"
Saying this, Qingyang Sword was raised high and attacked with thunderous force.
Nie Feng had already expected it. His figure moved and his hand was replaced by a long sword. Taking advantage of the impact, he used the flow-breaking slash in the Eighteen Styles of Tianfeng to meet Zhang Wu's attack.
The sword was open and closed in a simple and unpretentious manner, but the sword's glow was like a chao covering a hundred meters in radius. The long sword was looming in the thick cold mist, like many mountains.
However, something incredible happened. The moment Nie Feng drew out his sword, Zhang Wu changed his moves one step earlier, and flew up with his body and sword, turning into a beam of bright silver light to intercept him in the air.
"Buzz!!"
The sword light flashed in and out, creating dazzling silver flowers. It was difficult to distinguish the real and virtual flowers, and it stabbed Nie Feng's lower abdomen.
At this time, the forward thrust of the long sword was stopped. There was no obstacle in front of Nie Feng, and the Qingyang sword drove straight into an uninhabited area.
"How is that possible?" Nie Feng was shocked and inexplicable. Under Zi Mo's training, he thought that no one would be more sensitive to moves than him, but Zhang Wu did it.
Anticipate enemy planes first, strike first!
Just by doing this, Nie Feng no longer had any advantage, and the feeling of being taken over and beaten by others was really uncomfortable, just like when he raised his leg and stepped down, he suddenly discovered that there was an inverted steel nail under his foot.
Wait for yourself.
His thoughts turned quickly, and he twisted his waist and retreated in the air, using the space to gain precious time so that the sword in his hand could be in place to block it in time.
But as soon as the blade of the sword was pulled down to his chest, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Wu's mouth. Qingyang Sword suddenly retreated, raising his left palm to slap Nie Feng in the face.
Nie Feng's momentum was exhausted at this time, and he could not change his moves to block it again.
He could only turn his back to dodge the palm wind, and use his fist to strike Zhang Wu's left palm.
But the moment Nie Feng made a lucky punch, Zhang Wu's moves changed again. He seemed to always be able to change his moves half a beat earlier than Nie Feng, and his moves could all hit Nie Feng's sore spots with extraordinary precision!
"Whoa!" Qingyang sword swung to the right, like a flash of lightning, it picked Nie Feng's left arm diagonally, as if he had calculated the path of his punch.
"Chi!!"
A flash of blood appeared, and Nie Feng's left arm was stained. Fortunately, his reaction was not slow, otherwise, half of his arm would no longer exist!
Despite this, Nie Feng's left arm also had a blood groove that was as deep as the bone. The sharp sword edge penetrated into the meridians, twisting the arm and causing severe pain, almost paralyzing it.
The figures of the two people crossed each other in the air. Nie Feng stood on the ground, sealing his wounds with luck. He raised his sword and faced Zhang Wu from a distance, and his aura covered his whole body.
Zhang Wu looked at Nie Feng with a hint of surprise in his eyes. According to his expectation, Nie Feng's forearm was no longer safe at this moment.
"He is not just as simple as the third level of Houtian Realm. It seems that he must have awakened his bloodline and was able to anticipate the enemy's opportunities."
Zi Mo looked solemn and said in the sea of consciousness.
"Is there any way to deal with it? Can we stop for another stick of incense?" Nie Feng asked. After hearing this, Zi Mo's gentle and pleasant appearance completely disappeared, and he jumped on his feet and said,
"Do you think the innate power is so easy to use? If you don't want me to be completely destroyed, you can just let me use it again. Now I can use it once a day, and there is still time for a stick of incense. It is already very good.
It’s something.”
Amidst Zi Mo's incoherent cursing, Nie Feng at least got some information, that is, cultivators who have awakened their bloodline are very powerful, and their innate abilities are much more powerful than those of their bloodline. Zi Mo is now at the end of his game, and there is no one left.
Any method can help him.
"You can only rely on yourself!"
After a storm, there was a brief silence in the battle. Both sides were re-evaluating the strength of their opponents and looking for the next strategy to defeat the enemy. Nie Feng suffered a big loss, so naturally he would not act rashly.
"You gain wisdom after every experience. You are indeed very smart." Zhang Wu stood with his sword in hand, seemingly not worried at all that Nie Feng would suddenly take action. "You actually thought of using static braking to deal with me, but it's a pity that all your efforts were in vain!
"
As he finished speaking, his figure stretched forward and pierced Nie Feng's eyebrows with the green sword.
Nie Feng stared at the sword's edge intently until the Qingyang Sword was only half a meter away from his eyebrows, then he swung the sword out.
But it was useless. As soon as the Dragon Scale Sword moved, Zhang Wu's sword moves changed. The Qingyang Sword feinted and changed into a thrust. When Nie Feng had not fully exerted his strength, he swung the Dragon Scale Sword away and followed closely.
The left palm is used to rush forward and directly hit the empty door in front of the chest.
Poor Nie Feng couldn't use any strength in his body, so he could only twist his waist to dodge the palm wind.
Zhang Wu was unreasonable and unforgiving. He would do whatever it took for Nie Feng to feel uncomfortable. He would always take advantage of him by flying up and down with his sword and palm.
The two fought for another five or six rounds. Nie Feng took one sword and two palm strikes, but still could not break through Zhang Wu's block.
Suddenly, the Taoist mind in his mind was clear, and the scenes from the previous battle with Zi Mo became clear little by little. A hint of enlightenment came to his mind, and he made up eight big characters:
Put me first and attack instead of defend!
Nie Feng roared loudly, leaving Zhang Wu's Qingyang Sword alone, and used a sky-shattering bullet. The Dragon Scale Sword stirred up the wind and clouds and swept across the world. The powerful sword light wrapped around the vast white light, like a line of power between water and sky
Move in all directions.
Zhang Wu changed his color slightly and sneered, "Do you think that if you fight to the death, you can survive in death? You are too naive."
"puff!"
After saying this, the Qingyang sword in his hand was slightly deflected by the Gangfeng sword energy, but it still stabbed Nie Feng in the left rib.
His robe sleeves suddenly flew up, like layers of flying clouds, meeting the sword in Nie Feng's hand.
"Boo boo!"
With the explosive sound of energy, Zhang Wu's face flashed with golden energy, and he mobilized his vitality to swing out his left palm. The brilliance flashed like gold forging, and he thrust forward fiercely and slapped the sword body hard.
"Snapped!"
The two figures were suddenly separated. Zhang Wu's left waist was opened with a bloody mouth, and his figure fluttered to the ground.
Nie Feng's condition was even more terrible. A large area of his left rib was stained red with blood. The air flow all over his body was chaotic and his meridians were twisting. His body was flying backwards completely uncontrollably. He could hardly stand. He could only use his sword with all his strength.
Standing still, I didn't fall down just now.
Several cultivators standing aside saw such a great opportunity but failed to seize it. They roared and attacked with swords.
At this moment, Nie Feng's bones were in pain and cracked, his right hand numbly clenched the hilt of the sword, trembling uncontrollably, but unable to counterattack.
At this moment, someone suddenly heard shouting, "Stop!"