Once the move was successful, Zheng Tu's men became even more merciless, and for a moment the arena burst into flames, like a sea of fire.
Feng Ziyue's left arm was bloody, and he retreated calmly. The sword light was swaying. Although his swordsmanship became more and more stagnant, his expression remained calm and composed.
The young man in white clothes was bathed in blood and walked through the sea of fire. His left arm was injured and he could not lift it. His body looked a little sluggish, but there was no trace of panic on his handsome face, which caused the supporters under the ring to scream together.
"Zheng Tu, I will never lose in this match!"
Feng Ziyue's sword cut off the surrounding flames and struggled to hold on.
"Because I'm not ready to die yet!"
In one day, he fought three martial masters in succession. Feng Ziyue knew that this was an extremely difficult task, but for him, it was just the beginning of a necessary battle in the thirty years since his rebirth.
Going back to thirty years ago, if you want to change your life of loneliness, you have to do your best in every battle.
He has gradually understood that no matter what the reason is, God has given him such an opportunity, but it cannot be an easy family reunion. Every time he wants to make up for some regrets, he must face powerful challenges.
These battles below the innate level can only be regarded as a warm-up compared to the many innate warriors that we will face later!
"I must not die!"
In the face of Zheng Tu's ferocious offensive, Feng Ziyue moved back without moving, as if walking on waves, the light of the sword in his hand was like a firefly, protecting his vitals, but he was only attacked by Zheng Tu's overwhelming palm wind and fierce fire.
Under the circumstances, his arms, shoulders and calves were slightly injured one after another. His whole body was covered in blood, but he did not even cry out in pain.
"Yue'er..."
Feng Tianhe Hu's eyes were full of tears and he couldn't help but stand up. Seeing his grandson being injured one after another and suffering such pain, he was worried and heartbroken and could not speak.
Chu Hongyu had already shed tears. Seeing that her son was stubborn and unyielding, she felt both love and heartache. The silk handkerchief in her hand had long been secretly torn to pieces.
"Old man Feng, do you also know that your heart aches?"
Zheng Tu couldn't stop laughing wildly, "Do you know how it feels to have my son and grandson die in front of you? Just wait, you'll still be good-looking!"
He clapped his palms together, and heard a loud bang. Suddenly, a burst of fire appeared at Feng Ziyue's feet, like a bolt from the blue. Feng Ziyue saw the opportunity early, and dodged sideways, but was still hit in the left arm. He staggered back, only to hear a click.
The sound was like the sound of bones breaking.
"Use fire to transform thunder, sky fire thunder palm! Unexpectedly, Zheng Tu actually mastered this unique skill!"
After mastering the Divine Fire Skill to the extreme, there is another change, which is to use the fire from the earth to stir up the thunder from the sky, turning it into an indestructible thunder palm from the sky. Zheng Tu has always kept a low profile. Before this skill was perfected, he had never shown it in front of others. Now suddenly
When he used it, he really achieved a miraculous feat. Feng Ziyue was left weak and even more at a disadvantage.
"Dad..." Chu Hongyu was worried about Feng Ziyue and felt uneasy in her heart. Finally, she couldn't help but turn to Feng Tianhe with a pleading look, "Today... today the Feng family has won. This victory... also...
…It doesn’t matter, I don’t know if it’s possible…”
She gritted her teeth, her love for her son overriding everything else, "Can we admit defeat and ask Yue'er to come back quickly?"
Feng Tianhe's face tightened. If it had been in the past, it was about the Feng family's face, he would have persisted no matter what. But he was injured, especially after the Feng family branch split up. He suddenly realized something, and remembered his grandson's words, and then he felt
The things you protect throughout your life are ultimately just illusions.
What's the use of the Feng family's false name?
Only when a family can reunite as a family can this life be lived in vain.
What's more, at this time, the Feng family has already won. Even if they admit defeat this time, they just can't kill all the Zheng family. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and shouted loudly, "Mr. Zhuge, don't continue the fight. This is
A game where we..."
"grandfather!"
A calm but urgent cry sounded from the field. Feng Ziyue waved his sword lightly, struggling to escape from the entanglement of Zheng Tu Tian's thunder and fire palm, and shouted to stop it.
"I will never admit defeat!"
He raised his head, his blood-stained white clothes fluttering in the wind, and stood proudly with his sword in hand. Although he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, his aura was like that of a god of war.
"The Zheng family has been plotting against my Feng family for many years. If the roots are not eradicated, there will be endless troubles! In today's battle, I will kill the old man Zheng Tu and drive the remaining members of the Zheng family out of Wuyang City so that they will never be able to stand up again.
room!"
If the Zheng family had three great warriors killed in one fell swoop and had to leave their hometown, it would be almost impossible for them to make a comeback.
But if we keep this old fox like Zheng Tu and let them stay in Wuyang City, they will be in trouble again in just a few years!
Since there is this opportunity, Feng Ziyue will help the Feng family dominate Wuyang City!
This is not only to lay a solid foundation for the future, but also to shock and warn. Through the death of the three great martial masters of the Zheng family, he will tell the world that whoever dares to offend the Feng family will have the consciousness of death!
Only in this way can Xiao Xiao be frightened and they will not dare to take a direct look at the Feng family in Wuyang City.
"Hahahahaha!"
Zheng Tu looked up to the sky and smiled, "Old man Feng, you heard clearly, it's not that I don't want to let go of your grandson, it's that your grandson doesn't want to let me go! When the time comes, he will be reduced to ashes by me, you can't blame me
Me!"
"snort!"
Feng Ziyue snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and the sword light surged, sweeping away the fire around him, and sneered: "Zheng Tu, if you hadn't carefully planned to deal with our Feng family, and sneak attack on my grandfather before the competition, what would you do?"
How did your Zheng family end up doing such despicable and shameless things?"
If it were a fair fight, everyone would never have had such a brutal life-and-death struggle. Even if the outcome was divided, so many people in the Zheng family might not have died.
Zheng Tu smiled ferociously and kept moving his hands, "Don't I want to avenge Zheng Hu's grandson? Since you killed him ruthlessly, how can you blame me for taking revenge?"
"joke!"
Feng Ziyue hesitated with his sword light, but still guarded the door, fighting and retreating, "Kill the murderer, your grandson wants to kill me, and if I don't kill him, am I just waiting to be killed?"
The Zheng family had murderous intentions against him from the very beginning. Their plan to seize Wuyang City had been going on for a long time and could not tolerate the variable Feng Ziyue.
Unfortunately, there were too many variables, and this competition was ultimately beyond the plans of the old fox Zheng Tu.
Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship is like a god, and this variable has become a huge trend.
However, no matter what, this kid's life would end in his own palms. Zheng Tu viciously slapped his palms several times in a row, and the wind and thunder in the sky and the earth roared loudly, and the entire arena was in a state of disarray.
Feng Ziyue's figure was like a swimming dragon, and he flashed by gracefully, but he made a cold announcement.
"Zheng Tu, although your Heavenly Thunder Fire Palm is fierce, it can only be used in one go, then weakens again, and is exhausted three times. That's when you have reached the end of your strength."
"Within seven moves, I will take your life!"
"fart!"
Zheng Tu roared angrily and pushed with both palms. Feng Ziyue leaned back, and where he was originally standing, a huge deep hole was created by the thunder.
