If the audience was shocked when the first martial artist Zheng Long died, then when Zheng Jingwei died again, they were indescribably horrified.
There has been no war in the Ming Dynasty for a hundred years. When did two warriors die in a row in one day?
Moreover, he still died in the hands of the same person!
Clean and tidy, leaving no room for error.
This Feng Ziyue is not a Wuzun, but he is simply a Wuzun killer!
I don’t know how many people comment like this from the bottom of their hearts.
The only suspense in this competition now is whether Zheng Tu, an old fox, can stop Feng Ziyue from winning three yuan in a row, save the Zheng family from ruin, and save his own life.
However, given the undying hatred between the Feng and Zheng families, if Feng Ziyue were defeated, death would be inevitable.
For such a young genius, no one except the Zheng family wants him to die in a competition of this level and become a fleeting meteor. If he fully grows up, who knows what he will become.
Unknowingly, most people's hearts have come to Feng Ziyue's side.
Especially when they saw him standing with a sword and his heroic figure in white clothes, many girls were in love with this young hero, and their hearts were tied to this young hero, while the boys clenched their fists, on the one hand they wanted to go there tomorrow.
Buying a sword and a white suit, on the other hand, is also a decision to practice hard and one day be able to soar into the sky.
"He...how is he..."
But Zhuge Lian's heart was beating wildly. She could clearly see that Feng Ziyue's powerful blow just now showed signs of losing his true energy. Now he stands upright in Taichung,
He was clearly holding on, but his complexion already showed a hint of sallowness.
"Yue'er!"
Feng Tianhe and Chu Hongyu also sensed something was wrong and frowned, but when they saw Feng Ziyue swaying, he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood!
Killing two Martial Lords in a row, even though his body is extremely powerful, he has reached his limit!
Amid the exclamations, Qi Xiaodie looked pale, "What should I do? What should I do? Why is Feng Xiaozi injured?"
She wished she could rush to the stage immediately and save Feng Ziyue, but she also knew that the matter was of great importance at this time and he would never take a step back.
"Hahaha!" Amidst a burst of strange laughter, Zheng Tu came down from the high platform and shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhuge, let's start our third game!"
"Shh-"
There were overwhelming boos in the arena. Zheng Tu, a mighty martial artist and a senior, actually took advantage of the juniors. Even if it was a life and death battle, it was a bit disgraceful.
At this time, Zheng Tu had already given up.
I even risked my son's life, wasn't it just for this moment?
Although Zheng Jingwei failed to live up to expectations and died in Feng Ziyue's hands after only holding on for a while, without even exerting one-tenth of the effectiveness of the three-day fatal pill, he at least held on until Feng Ziyue's injury occurred. If
If it wasn't for seeing Feng Ziyue vomiting out a mouthful of blood, Zheng Tu really wouldn't be sure at all.
"Jingwei, your sacrifice is valuable!"
Zheng Tu laughed loudly, almost madly, "Boy, you are at the end of your strength. I will kill you to avenge my two grandsons and one son!"
There were boos everywhere, but he didn't care. Before Zhuge Dan could speak, he raised his palms and already attacked.
Don’t miss a thing!
In Zheng Tu's mind, he had long regarded Feng Ziyue as a formidable opponent with equal strength. Taking advantage of his unsteady breath and killing him, this was his chance to win.
Feng Ziyue coughed and raised the sword limply. It retreated as soon as he touched it. His face turned green, then turned blood red. His chest felt tight, and there was a sharp pain in his spine and abdomen, and he flew backwards.
Inside the body, the two broken swords that had not yet been refined were causing trouble again.
The sword was inserted into his body and forged into a sword bone. The bronze black sword on his abdomen and the Xuantian Hunyuan Sword on his back were the most difficult to absorb. Even though he tried his best within thirty days, he still failed to do his best in the end. There was only a total of
It just absorbed seven broken swords.
Although the body of the sword embryo has been completed, it is still not perfect after all.
At this time, he was injured due to loss of strength. The two broken swords that had not been fully absorbed were churning in the flesh again. This kind of heartbreaking pain was beyond the ability of ordinary people to bear. Even if Feng Ziyue was tenacious, he could not help but have soybeans oozing from his forehead.
He sweated heavily and bit his lower lip until the skin was broken and bleeding.
What's more, he is still in the middle of a fierce battle!
Zheng Tu is the most pragmatic person. At this point, he doesn't need to care about his reputation or status. The Zheng family's survival is only on this thread. Naturally, he will take advantage of his life and take his life. He will attack him ruthlessly and kill him one after another amidst the boos.
Feng Ziyue fought and retreated, but he could not get rid of the tightness in his chest. The severe pain in the two places in his body became more and more intense, making him even more unable to lift the sword. If it were not for his unyielding and unyielding fighting spirit,
With all his support, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand thirty moves under Zheng Tu's ferocious attack!
"I didn't expect that Zheng Tu, a man who hides his secrets, would actually reach this level!"
Feng Tianhe's face was solemn, and his eyes inevitably showed anxiety and hesitation.
Although after Feng Ziyue defeated Zheng Long, the Feng family was no longer in danger of being exterminated, but what Feng Tianhe is most worried about now is Feng Ziyue's safety.
This amazingly talented grandson is the future of the Feng family - no, since the family separation incident, Feng Tianhe has seen through it and no longer regards the family as the most important thing. Now, he is like an ordinary
Like a grandfather, he is just worried about his beloved grandson.
As long as the family can be safe and happy, it doesn’t matter what the glory of the family is!
The old man prayed silently in his heart, keeping his heart high for his grandson and never letting go.
Zheng Tu's strength was originally inferior to him, but ten years later, he finally broke through this hurdle and reached the third level of Martial Lord.
After Wu Zun, the way of martial arts has almost reached its peak, and it is even more difficult to go further.
But there are always people who can make further progress, and each step forward is vastly different from those at the next level.
Everyone in Wuyang City knows that Feng Tianhe's cultivation level is higher than Zheng Tu's, and Zhuge Dan's cultivation level is higher than Feng Tianhe's.
This line of difference is like the sky and the earth. Although they are both martial masters, when they compete, it is a chasm that they can never cross.
Zheng Tu is on the second level of Wuzun, Feng Tianhe is on the third level of Wuzun, and Zhuge Dan is roughly on the fourth level of Wuzun.
The difference is not that far apart, but when it comes to actual competition, they are all one move behind.
But now, Zheng Tu didn't know what he had realized, and he actually broke through the third level of Wu Zun in one fell swoop. Compared with the intact Feng Tianhe, his current strength is comparable. If they really fight, who will win?
But the opponent in front of him was Feng Ziyue, who had fought twice in a row, suffered hidden injuries, and was already exhausted!
Amidst Zheng Tu's fierce offensive, Feng Ziyue was like a small boat in the roaring waves, in danger of capsizing at any time!
Zheng Tu laughed ferociously, and with one palm strike, infinite fire ignited. Feng Ziyue couldn't avoid it, and his robes were caught on fire. He quickly rolled on the spot to extinguish the flames, but he was also hit by the wind of Zheng Tu's palm.
, he cut his left arm, and there were bloodstains on his white clothes!
"Yue'er!"
"Xiao Fengzi!"
"Master Feng!"
Chu Hongyu, Qi Xiaodie, Zhuge Lian, and everyone present who cared about Feng Ziyue couldn't help but exclaimed in unison.