Chapter 227: Nothing is indestructible except speed!
Hearing Jueqing's words, Feng Jinghong was slightly startled. He didn't expect this woman to have such a keen sense. He had already used his sword intention before, and the sword intention was inspired by thoughts, invisible and extremely fast.
, but I didn’t expect that there are still people who can feel the difference. This also made Feng Jinghong secretly sigh, he is worthy of being a person from the upper world, his eyesight is indeed vicious!
"None of these are important. What's important is that your honor has lost. Feng has something to ask. Is it possible to clear up the doubts?"
Feng Jinghong laughed. Not long after he first realized his Kuai Sword Intent, other than the Nascent Soul Stage monks, ordinary Golden Core monks couldn't sense it at all. He didn't intend to reveal it and attract others' attention.
"Well, you are indeed very cautious. If Brother Feng wants to ask anything, just say it!"
I felt very happy, and my face returned to a neither sad nor happy expression again.
"Feng wants to know, where does your respect come from?"
"Western Wasteland!"
Jueqing was slightly stunned and said softly.
"You know, that's not what I want to ask, but..."
Feng Jinghong didn't say anything clearly, she raised her index finger and pointed lightly at it.
"Huh? How do you know?"
Jueqing looked shocked again.
"I heard that!"
"Brother Feng is not as strong as the Golden Core Stage. Even if you have unparalleled combat power, at most you can barely get by with a Nascent Soul Stage monk. The less you know about the above matters, the better it will be for you!"
"Okay, since it's inconvenient, Feng won't ask. You can step down!"
Although this answer was within Feng Jinghong's expectation, he was still a little disappointed.
Jueqing didn't expect Feng Jinghong to be so straightforward. She was slightly stunned. The moment she turned around, she said two words: "God Realm!"
Although he got the answer he wanted, as Jueqing said, Feng Jinghong was not happy. He was even more and more curious about why monks from the divine world came to the human world. It is said that the divine world is the most connected to the immortal world.
How could he abandon his roots and come to the human world?
With confusion, Feng Jinghong ushered in his seventh opponent, Fang Zheng! Fang Zheng, the senior brother of the Tianlong Sect!
Feng Jinghong didn't expect that he could still stand on the stage. Even he couldn't believe it. If he won this game, he would definitely not be in the top five. He even had great hope of being ranked first on the Qianlong list because he was currently ranked No.
Er Jieqing is two wins behind him, two points less. If he wants to surpass him, he will have to win at least three more games!
"Fang Zheng, the Tianlong sect, is here to learn Brother Feng's clever tricks!"
"Don't dare, Feng Jinghong, I have admired Brother Fang's name for a long time!"
"Let's take action without wasting time!"
"good!"
Both of them are straightforward people. Feng Jinghong wanted to test how powerful this senior brother of one of the four sects was, and whether he was the same as Yu Feixing of the Qingyun sect, while Fang Zheng wanted to test Feng Jinghong.
The real strength of Jinghong, for them, the three mountains and nine valleys behind are the highlight, and the disciples of the four sects and three cities don't attach much importance to this famous Hidden Dragon List!
""The God of War's Heavenly Jue"!"
With a loud shout, Fang Zheng's peaceful aura suddenly changed, and a shocking fighting spirit erupted from his body, like an abyss or an ocean, as majestic as a majestic one!
If Long Xiaoyin's fighting spirit is the light of fireflies, then Fang Zheng's fighting spirit is the radiance of the bright moon. There is no comparison between the two!
Moreover, Long Xiaoyin's fighting spirit is mixed with too many things, such as sword intent and fist power. It looks very powerful, but it cannot exert its maximum attack power. But Fang Zheng is different. Only his fighting spirit can be called fighting spirit.
, pure, strong, domineering!
Facing such a fierce attack from Fang Xia, Feng Jinghong planned to win quickly!
Only speed is indestructible and everything is indestructible!
The battle between the two is destined to be a battle between dragons and tigers. You come and I go back and forth. Sometimes the whole arena is filled with a fierce and powerful atmosphere, and sometimes you will see countless figures flying around.
The fight lasted for half an hour, and the two still couldn't tell the winner. Although Feng Jinghong was at the early stage of the golden elixir, his true energy was still abundant due to the four golden elixirs in his body, and Fang Zheng didn't show any signs of fatigue.
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After nearly an hour of fighting, Feng Jinghong was shocked to find that Fang Zheng's true energy had an oppressive force. Although it was not very obvious, he could still clearly feel it. Fang Zheng was also surprised. He did not expect it.
Feng Jinghong was actually able to hold on for such a long time, and there didn't seem to be any sign of lack of real energy.
"Senior Brother of the Tianlong Sect is indeed strong enough. His strength is by no means greater than the Golden Elixir Perfection, but it is still a little behind the early stage of Nascent Soul, but this is enough to cause me trouble."
Not to mention that Feng Jinghong was thinking secretly while fighting, and Fang Zheng on the other side was also shocked: "This person actually has such a thick amount of true energy. Didn't I hear that he was promoted to the golden elixir stage not long ago? And he is also a monk in the early golden elixir stage.
, but looking at how strong his true energy is right now, I am afraid that it is not far behind even the strongest people at the peak of the Golden Core. Could it be that he is also hiding his strength?"
"That's all, if this continues, it will be difficult to defeat him. Without exposing your trump card, the only option is to use the clone shadow technique!"
Feng Jinghong sighed secretly, and was about to display the strongest clone at present. He was very confident that as long as there were four and three clones, plus the main body, Fang Zheng would definitely be shocked at that moment, so how fast would he be?
The Sword Intention and the Thunder Sword Intention have their place, and at that moment, it is enough for him to complete a fatal blow.
"This kid seems to be showing off his true skills, so I won't hide it anymore and let you see the real "God of War's Heavenly Technique"!"
Seeing Feng Jinghong's attacks being fast and slow, and his eyes wandering, Fang Zheng immediately woke up. He knew Feng Jinghong was about to attack, so he stopped hiding his clumsiness and roared, his body doubled in length, from eight feet to three feet.
Sixteen feet tall, even flying in the air, he is still a giant!
"To the sky!"
Fangzheng's domineering fighting spirit wrapped his mighty body, and he walked step by step towards Feng Jinghong in the void. Every time his foot stepped on a side of the void, that void would be completely shattered, and in the blink of an eye, there would be a pair of huge ones left in the air.
The footprints emitted a destructive aura, swallowing up the vitality of the world and destroying it.
Feng Jinghong didn't expect that Fang Zheng's "God of War's Steps on Heaven" was actually divided into two parts, and couldn't help being stunned, but then she felt happy. The bigger Fang Zheng's body was, the greater his chances, so he no longer hesitated and transformed into a clone.
The shadow was cast instantly, and in an instant, four identical Feng Jinghong suddenly appeared from around Fangzheng!
The same breath, the same expression, and even the squeaking robes are exactly the same!
This is the strongest state of the avatar at present. It can completely confuse the enemy, making it impossible to tell which one is real and which one is fake!
As soon as the four Phoenix Jinghong appeared, not to mention Fang Zheng above the arena, even the tens of thousands of monks below the arena were shocked, and loud exclamations rang out in unison!
Originally, when Feng Jinghong displayed three figures, Zhen Wushuang could barely tell which one was real and which one was fake through her spiritual consciousness, at least from the breath and eyes, but now she doesn't know these four.
Which one of Feng Jinghong is real and which one is fake, no matter how hard she uses her consciousness, she can't tell the difference.