Regarding Xuan Qiu's sudden burst of fighting spirit, Nan Feng looked indifferent, obviously not taking him seriously.
Seeing that the two of them were at war with each other, Jerry, who had a dark face, raised a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.
As long as Nanfeng does not violate the agreement with them, as long as the Shadow Realm can get the Scepter of Life and invade the human world, then nothing matters. As for Nanfeng's disrespect for himself, as long as the goal is achieved, Nanfeng's life and death will not matter.
Follow your own will.
The situation at hand was good, and the plan was proceeding in an orderly manner. Let's just let the few ants in front of him jump around for a while. Thinking like this, Jerry relaxed a lot, and the staff he was holding tightly on his chest also hung down.
The mood on Wuyou's side can be described as worrying. Even if he had felt the turbulent momentum of the south wind before, Wuyou never thought that the south wind was so strong. Xuan Qiu, who was not weak in strength, was so fragile under his hands.
On the other hand, Wuyou is also worried about Xuanqiu's injury. If this continues, Xuanqiu will not be able to hold on for long.
On the other side of the battlefield, the two men looked at each other again.
South Wind! King of South Wind Kingdom!
Although in the eyes of ordinary people, this name may not be as famous as General Xuanqiu's victorious battles on the battlefield, it is just because the real people in power don't bother to take action.
He became emperor at a young age, and his vigorous and resolute methods brought the originally unwilling ministers into submission.
Every crackdown on a coup takes the lives of countless rebels!
He never takes action, just a look, and millions of people are working hard for him.
This is an absolute control of power. Being in a high position, he never trusts others. He only believes in himself for his own safety. With the help of countless medicinal materials, his strength has steadily improved.
But he never exposes himself. Only in this way will he be paralyzed by those who want to plot against him all the time, and will not put himself into a situation where he is unable to save himself.
At this time, he put down his usual disguise, and injected colorless fighting spirit into the big sword. The big sword trembled slightly after the injection of fighting spirit.
Feeling the pressure brought by Nanfeng's fighting spirit, Xuan Qiu couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Holy Swordsman!"
Yes, I didn’t expect that the normally inconspicuous Emperor Nanfeng was actually a Holy Swordsman. No wonder he coveted the divine level. He was just one step away from becoming a god!
Seeing the colorless and transparent fighting spirit lingering on Nanfeng's sword, even Jerry, who knew that Nanfeng was very powerful, couldn't help but take a breath.
In his opinion, it is not easy for human beings to reach such a state through cultivation, especially when Nanfeng has become such a existence before he is even forty. His evaluation of Nanfeng has also risen to the same level as himself. He
There was also a sense of respect in Nanfeng's eyes, which was respect for the strong.
Knowing that Nanfeng is a holy swordsman, Wuyou becomes even more worried about Xuanqiu's safety.
As if to confirm her worries, Xuan Qiu, a golden swordsman, was defeated by Nan Feng and was seriously injured. However, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, only endless fighting spirit.
That kind of look made Nanfeng, who had the chance to win, feel uncomfortable, so this time, Nanfeng chose to take the initiative.
In the round just now, Nanfeng chose to defend, and defended with ease, leaving Xuanqiu unable to seize any opportunities, and was even able to severely damage the opponent in the counterattack. But this time Nanfeng chose to attack, what will be the result?
The corner of Nanfeng's mouth tilted, and like lightning, so fast that only an afterimage could be seen, he was in front of Xuan Qiu in an instant, and activated his fighting spirit to strike towards Xuan Qiu.
Xuan Qiu, who had just taken a breath, subconsciously raised his sword in front of him. There was a sound of clashing swords, and the two swords touched each other, sparks bursting out.
Obviously Nanfeng's power is far superior to Xuanqiu's, Xuanqiu's sword was completely suppressed by Nanfeng. Although he was at a disadvantage, Xuanqiu still gritted his teeth and used all his strength to persevere.
Nan Feng seemed particularly relaxed. Although he was at odds with Xuan Qiu, he didn't look as hard as Xuan Qiu at all. It was obvious that he still wasn't trying his best.
The collision between the two was completed in just an instant. Xuan Qiu just blocked Nanfeng's first attack. Before he could blink, Nanfeng's moves changed, and the sword turned, switching from slashing to upward strokes, smoothly.
Xuan Qiu blocked the big sword and slashed it. Xuan Qiu's throat was bound to be slashed with the next sword.
Fortunately, his rich battlefield experience made Xuan Qiu subconsciously dodge. In almost a millisecond, Nanfeng's sword swiped across Xuan Qiu's throat, leaving a trail of blood. If Xuan Qiu had reacted any slower, there would have been blood splashing on the spot.
Seeing that the attack failed, a trace of disappointment flashed in Nanfeng's eyes, but the attack was not over. With a turn of the sword, the attack changed again, switching from slashing to cutting. The sharp sword moved from top to bottom, and the moves connected smoothly.
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Xuan Qiu, who had dodged a blow before, was now unable to avoid it. Sure enough, in an instant, there was a scar on Xuan Qiu's leg. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but the rolled-out flesh and the gushing blood were still visible.
There was a moment of fright.
Seeing that his attack had hurt Xuan Qiu, Nanfeng felt a little proud, waved his sword, took a step back, and looked at Xuan Qiu coldly.
Although the injury on the leg was not serious, it was on the supporting leg after all. The wound would inevitably be pulled when standing, and the severe pain would affect movement to some extent. This made Xuan Qiu use his sword to support his body.
Seeing Xuanqiu's embarrassed look, Wuyou suddenly felt sad. Although she was not Graniwen, she had experienced so many things in Graniwen's body, and she was still moved by Xuanqiu's affection. Seeing what was in front of her
The man was so embarrassed that he couldn't help but chant healing magic.
In an instant, a ray of white enveloped Xuan Qiu's body, and the blood on Xuan Qiu's leg stopped gushing out, and the wound slowly healed.
Nanfeng felt a sudden pain in his heart when he saw Wuyou treating Xuanqiu's injuries. He didn't expect his wife to help his opponent at such a moment, and his face instantly became gloomy as if he was about to drip.
Xuanqiu's expression was even more complex. Xuanqiu was naturally very touched by Wuyou's help, but the honor of a warrior did not allow him to accept help from others in the duel. It was just that the woman he loved protected himself so much. Xuanqiu no matter what
I can't say anything to blame.
When Jerry saw Wuyou using magic to assist Xuan Qiu, he almost subconsciously wanted to join the fight. But as soon as he raised his staff, he saw Nan Feng looking at him with murderous eyes, signaling him not to interfere.
Wuyou's help to Xuan Qiu completely angered Nanfeng. Before the healing magic could fully take effect, Nanfeng launched another violent attack.
He even gave up the gorgeous and smooth attack before and replaced it with a more frantic and direct attack.
Under such an attack, Xuan Qiu could only struggle to hold on. Fortunately, Nanfeng, who was in a rage, just wanted to kill Xuan Qiu as soon as possible, which gave Xuan Qiu a chance to breathe.
Although Nanfeng's offensive was extremely fierce, Xuan Qiu was still able to block the general, but such a passive defense would result in some damage. Therefore, as time went by and after a few rounds, Xuan Qiu had a few more scars on his body.
Xuanqiu was retreating steadily under Nanfeng's offensive, unable to fight back. In the end, he was knocked away by Nanfeng's sword and fell to the stone floor again, making a dull sound. Fortunately, Xuanqiu rolled in time and was removed.
He had to use his own strength to avoid being seriously injured.
But this time, Nanfeng did not have such a good mentality to maintain his grace and stop attacking.
Almost as soon as Xuan Qiu fell to the dust, Nan Feng followed closely and struck down hard with the big sword. Xuan Qiu rolled sideways smartly and finally avoided Nan Feng's fatal blow, while Nan Feng's
The long sword penetrated deeply into the soil like cutting tofu.
This moment was the counterattack opportunity that Xuan Qiu had dreamed of. The intuition developed on the battlefield made Xuan Qiu subconsciously kick Nan Feng on the shin with an unconventional movement. Nan Feng groaned and limped unconsciously.
He knelt on the ground on one knee. Xuan Qiu took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the situation, slashing at Nanfeng fiercely.
Nanfeng, whose leg was temporarily injured, could only half-crouch and raise his sword to resist. However, this posture could not allow him to exert his full strength, so he was actually at a disadvantage under Xuanqiu's angry blow.
Naturally, Xuan Qiu would not give up such a good offensive opportunity. He changed his previous defensive posture and turned into a frantic attack, without any regard for his injuries.
Faced with Xuanqiu's desperate fighting style, Nanfeng was also a little depressed. Originally, his strength and skills were far superior to Xuanqiu, but because Wuyou lost his mind, Xuanqiu seized the opportunity and fell behind.
Nanfeng wanted to become a god. Although he was connected to the Shadow Realm, he continued to take various rare and exotic substances. Those miraculous magic drugs had somewhat transformed Nanfeng's body.
So after a short period of pain, without any magic healing, Nanfeng's leg gradually recovered.
After Xuan Qiu made a mistake, Nanfeng finally stood up, completely blocked Xuan Qiu's attack, and then looked at him with an evil smile.
Nanfeng was the most terrifying at this time. Although Xuanqiu gradually became familiar with Nanfeng's tricks, Nanfeng, who had regained his rationality and scheming, was still unable to resist Xuanqiu.
After a while, Nanfeng took the initiative again. After combining his skills and strength, Xuan Qiu was defeated again just like in the beginning, with more and more wounds on his body.
But Nanfeng changed his previous fierce offensive. He didn't seem to want to put Xuanqiu to death all at once. He just slowly added wounds to Xuanqiu's body, one after another. Even if each wound was not deep, the cumulative effect was still very serious.
Fatal, the more scars on Xuan Qiu's face, legs, and arms, the weaker the resistance becomes, and the weaker the resistance, the more wounds there are on the body. This is a vicious cycle.
As Xuan Qiu used all his strength to resist Nan Feng's blow, Nan Feng hit Xuan Qiu with a straight punch on the waist with his left hand. Xuan Qiu immediately groaned in pain, and his defense was completely broken.
After the punch, Nanfeng kicked Xuanqiu hard on the stomach again, which condensed all Nanfeng's anger.
Wuyou only heard a bang and saw Xuan Qiu being kicked away like a sandbag and then hit the wall.
There was a deep hole in the wall behind Xuan Qiu. The wall suddenly cracked like a spider, and gravel continued to fall, which showed the power of this blow.
Xuan Qiu, who fell to the ground, managed to support his body with his hands, but he couldn't muster the strength due to his serious injuries. He didn't even have the strength to vomit blood. He could only open his mouth and let the blood flow out of his mouth.
At this time, Nanfeng's eyes were gloomy, and when he saw the seriously injured Xuanqiu, he showed no sympathy at all. He strode up to Xuanqiu. At this time, Xuanqiu was exhausted and could not make any resistance at all. He could only watch Nanfeng walk away.
come in front of yourself.
Even so, Xuan Qiu still raised his head high. Nanfeng could defeat him, but he could not make him fearful. This is the dignity of a warrior.
Nanfeng smiled contemptuously, then raised his right foot and stepped heavily on Xuanqiu's back. The huge force caused Xuanqiu to be hit hard again. His body hit the ground, and even the stone slabs had huge cracks. Xuanqiu groaned in pain,
Then I tried to hold up my body with my hands, but I couldn't use any strength.
Before Xuan Qiu could exert any more force, Nan Feng released his foot from his back and kicked Xuan Qiu in the stomach. Xuan Qiu was kicked away again like a sandbag.
Looking at Xuan Qiu who was vomiting blood and struggling not far away, Wuyou couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes were filled with tears, and he ran to Xuan Qiu to help him up.
Nanfeng also walked in front of Xuanqiu again, but was blocked by Wuyou. Looking at Wuyou's stubborn expression, Nanfeng also froze.