The timing of this attack was very clever. It was just when Zhong Wen was uneasy and his thoughts were wandering. It was like Feng Qingyu possessed the power of space and his movement speed was unparalleled in the world. It should have been a sure win.
However, her powerful punch actually missed.
Zhong Wen, who should have been right in front of him, somehow disappeared.
"Huh!" Zhong Wen's lazy voice came from behind, "It's so dangerous, so dangerous!"
Feng Qingyu was startled, and with a flash of inspiration, he instantly retreated several feet away. He turned around and saw that the boy in white had appeared behind him at some point. The fusiform spiritual weapon under his feet flashed and released a strange
And dazzling light.
What kind of spiritual weapon is this?
It's actually faster than my space power!
Feng Qingyu's heart trembled, and she instantly realized that Zhong Wen's astonishing speed was precisely due to the strange spiritual weapon at his feet.
She looked at this sparkling artifact curiously, her cold and pretty face full of disbelief.
Little did they know that this treasure was none other than the Tongtian Shuttle, which was the fastest among the ninety-seven kinds of acquired spiritual treasures in the world.
As the noble saint of the "Dark Temple", this is probably the first time she has experienced the sour and refreshing experience of playing PK between diaosi players and krypton gold players.
Fortunately, she was indifferent by nature and determined, so she was not timid when facing Zhong Wen, who was dressed in a divine attire. She only thought for a moment, then jumped up again and punched him.
"etc!"
Facing the oncoming beautiful scenery, Zhong Wen gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted loudly.
Feng Qingyu froze slightly, looking at him with doubtful and alert eyes.
"You are a young girl, how do you behave!" But Zhong Wen took out a women's black one-piece dress from nowhere and threw it towards the smooth saint of the "Dark Temple",
He reprimanded seriously, "Hurry up and put it on, let's show off again!"
Although there are many beauties around him, none of his confidante likes to wear black skirts. But for some unknown reason, Zhong Wen has prepared black, white, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and other women's clothes in his ring, as if he is ready at any time.
Sending care and help to the female friends around you who have accidentally "lost their clothes" is a mysterious mentality that cannot be explained to outsiders.
A look of surprise flashed in Feng Qingyu's eyes, but she didn't refuse. With a flash of inspiration, her delicate figure appeared in the long skirt without even making a move to put on clothes. She looked extremely domineering.
The daily life of space practitioners is so simple and boring.
When this magnificent saintly lady was fully dressed, Zhong Wen's blood pressure finally dropped a bit. He raised his eyes, raised the knife and cut out terrifying cracks in the air again, surrounding her.
"boom!"
The space forces of both sides collided fiercely again, erupting with a continuous and deafening sound.
Before Feng Qingyu, who had finally escaped from the space vortex, had time to take a breath, a thick and long Optimus Pillar fell down on his head again, as if he had anticipated its appearance and had made a special trip to wait there.
There was a "bang" sound, and the person and the stick were smashed into the ground.
The power of this stick was even greater than before. It was like a meteorite falling to the ground. It actually created a huge crater on the battlefield that was several feet deep and dozens of feet in radius. The flying stones and sand particles fell like raindrops.
The scene is so horrifying.
She must be... in pain, right?
Even though he was on both sides of the enemy and us, seeing a beautiful girl being beaten so violently, Coral still couldn't help but show a trace of unbearable color on her face.
No, she hurt her master and senior sister like this, even if it hurts her to death, she still deserves to die!
Finally, she quickly realized her position and quickly patted her cheeks with both hands, reminding herself not to be misled by her appearance and forget about her grudge against the "Dark Temple".
Before anyone could speculate on Feng Qingyu's life or death, her graceful and charming body appeared high in the sky again.
Under the abnormal recovery ability of the hell realm, she is like an invincible Xiaoqiang. No matter how traumatized she is, as long as she has a breath left, she can always return to her peak state in a very short period of time, defeating her opponents countless times.
Tons of damage done through hard work have all turned into clouds.
Fighting against such an enemy truly makes one understand what it means to draw water from a bamboo basket, and what it means to be boundless in the sea of suffering.
Not to mention Zhong Wen himself, even the many practitioners watching the battle below couldn't help but feel irritated and desperate for him.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
However, Zhong Wen was still in high spirits, his expression remained unchanged, and he did not look discouraged at all. He used the stick in his left hand, the knife in his right hand, and the sky shuttle under his feet to float everywhere, using the terrifying power of the "Shattered Void" and the unpredictability of the magic stick to defeat him.
Driven by wind and rain, he was hiding here and there in a state of utter distress. From time to time, he would be hit to the ground by sudden sticks, and his appearance was indescribably miserable.
Not long ago, Feng Qingyu, the three great saints who had brutally tortured Lin Zhiyun with their own strength, were like a mouse meeting a cat in front of Zhong Wen.
The power to fight back.
But in a moment, the long black dress given to her by Zhong Wen had been torn into pieces by the space cracks and the magic stick. The snow-like jade body was looming, unable to cover up the graceful figure at all, which made people's blood flow.
Zhang, it’s hard to control yourself.
He gave me clothes and tore them to pieces with his own hands.
What kind of magical PLAY is this?
Fortunately, Feng Qingyu has a cold temperament and doesn't like to talk. If it were anyone else, he would probably be unable to restrain himself and would point at the other person's nose and complain loudly.
"No matter who wins or loses, from now on, this world of cultivation will be dominated by young people."
Liu Siquan stared at the two people fighting fiercely above for a long time, then suddenly sighed and said sincerely, "These two people are only in their twenties, but they already have terrifying strength that can subvert the entire cultivation world. They are really formidable.
!”
"Who do you think will win?"
Liu Sanque's attention was all on his seriously injured daughter, and he just said casually.
"This kid Zhong Wen seems to have the upper hand, but in fact he doesn't have the ability to win with one blow." Liu Siquan pondered for a moment, frowned slightly and said, "This saint's recovery power is too amazing. If it takes too long,
I'm just afraid..."
As one of the top warriors in the world, he has a wealth of combat experience and naturally knows how to survive.
Seeing that Zhong Wen's offensive was like a violent storm, overwhelming mountains and seas. It seemed that Feng Qingyu was severely beaten, but in fact it did not cause much damage to the opponent. Liu Siquan couldn't help but secretly worry. He felt that if this rhythm continued, the attacking side would eventually have some enemies.
When his physical strength is exhausted, he wonders whether Zhong Wen, the "hope of the whole village," will be able to withstand Feng Qingyu's counterattack.
"Although this boy is lustful and arrogant, he doesn't know how to respect his elders at all..." Old Master Ning suddenly spoke, listing Zhong Wen's shortcomings in detail for dozens of breaths, and then changed the subject, "But...
He is always able to create miracles, but now, I can only believe in him."
"What Mrs. Ning said is that although Zhong Wen is merciful everywhere and falls in love with everyone he sees, he is an out-and-out playboy..." Shangguan Junyi smiled slightly and replied using the same sentence pattern as Mr. Ning, "But when it comes to
At critical moments, there is no one more reliable than him."
After hearing what she said, everyone felt relieved and looked up at the sky again, paying close attention to this shocking battle that would determine the fate of the entire cultivation world.
"Puppet Master, what do you think?"
At the same time, in the camp of the "Dark Temple", Ye Zhenke was nervously watching the battle in the sky while chatting with the puppet master beside him, "Does the Holy Lady have a chance of winning?"
"So what if you win? So what if you lose?"
Since the last quarrel, the two of them had not talked for a long time. Now that night, Chen Ke took the initiative to talk to each other. It was supposed to give the other party a step up. Unexpectedly, the puppet master did not appreciate it. He actually rolled his eyes and replied unceremoniously,
"Could it be that if the saint wins the battle, my babies can come back to life?"
Judging from his tone, it was obvious that he was still feeling irritable and depressed because of the loss of too many puppet spirits.
"Maybe you won't be able to resurrect your puppets if you win." Ye Zhenke was quite speechless by him. He was silent for a long time before slowly saying, "But if she loses, all of us will have to suffer.
."
"Really? That's not necessarily the case." The puppet master sneered and said nothing.
How could he be such a nasty person?
Ye Tengke glanced at the puppet master with dissatisfaction from the corner of his eye, then looked at the sky angrily, never wanting to talk to him again.
The judgments of everyone present were mostly similar to Liu Siquan's, believing that if the fight continued like this, Zhong Wen's endurance would definitely not be comparable to Feng Qingyu's, and sooner or later he would be exhausted and defeated.
Little did he know that Feng Qingyu, who was in the middle of the battle, was getting more and more frightened as he fought. Before he knew it, he was exhausted physically and mentally and was dripping with sweat.
Only she knew that Zhong Wen's seemingly unorganized slashing with the sword actually contained unimaginable ability to predict, and he could always anticipate the enemy's opportunities and appear at his foothold one step ahead.
At first, she was able to barely escape from the space vortex with her extraordinary reflexes. However, the opponent was also constantly evolving, and her prediction of timing and location became more and more accurate. Every time she made a move, it was as if a cunning spider was spitting out a stick.
The spider silk slowly weaves into an unbreakable and huge web, and I am like a fly about to be caught in the net. The living space is reduced and reduced, and gradually becomes no way out and nowhere to escape.
"middle!"
At this time, Zhong Wen suddenly shouted loudly and raised the black long knife in his hand high again.
coming!
Feng Qingyu was startled, her delicate body flashed with light, and she appeared several feet away in an instant.
However, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhong Wen's face, and the dragon-slaying sword in his hand did not fall. It was the magic stick in his left hand that really launched the offensive.
The gleaming golden stick suddenly stretched more than ten feet and swept hard towards her slender waist with unrivaled force.