Chapter 25 Spring silkworms reach the end of their dead silk (Part 1)
Chapter 25: Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die (Part 1)
Amidst Zheng Hu's wild laughter, the fire dragon exploded into pieces, and fire danced all over the sky, dyeing the sky red.
Under such a fierce move, Feng Ziyue had absolutely no luck. This move hides yin in the yang, and the mysterious black energy hidden in the burning eight wastes is so sinister that the enemy is unprepared, which is Zheng Hu's trump card
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This move is the innate martial arts he practiced in addition to the fierce fire magic!
Originally, the two qi of yin and yang conflicted with each other, and the extremely strong Yang Fire Divine Art formed the fire element mysterious energy, which could not tolerate the existence of Yin and cold mysterious energy. However, this mysterious black energy was mysterious and mysterious, and the meridians it traveled were completely different from those of the Agni Fire Divine Art.
It made everyone in the Zheng family feel extremely magical.
This sinister attack hidden behind Zhiyang is the most terrifying!
"Feng Ziyue, are you still alive?" Zheng Hu looked up to the sky and laughed, looking disdainfully at the smoke in the sky, waiting to see Feng Ziyue's mutilated body.
But he quickly stopped smiling, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly became cold.
The smoke cleared and there was nothing in the sky.
But Zheng Hu could clearly feel that Feng Ziyue was not destroyed by this fatal blow, and his aura still existed!
A chuckle came from behind, and Feng Ziyue's calm voice sounded, "Zheng Hu, this move of yours is quite interesting..."
Zheng Hu suddenly turned around, only to see Feng Ziyue standing in the wind, with his clothes in the wind and his sword on his back, showing a suave and comfortable demeanor. He was originally young and his eyes were like paint, but there was a sense of vicissitudes and perseverance in his expression.
He looks like a fourteen-year-old boy.
"Any other tricks?"
Feng Ziyue spoke softly, but Zheng Hu's expression became more and more solemn. He felt the sword intent pressing against his face, forcing him to take several steps back. His lower body shirt floated backwards, making a whirring sound.
What a strong sword spirit!
Zheng Hu felt a sudden chill in his heart.
Even though the other party's cultivation level was a whole level lower than his, for some reason, he had a fear emerging from the bottom of his heart.
Why was he able to stand unscathed and stand on the opposite side easily under the combined attacks of the Burning Eight Desolations and Four Dragons?
The more he thought about it, the colder Zheng Hu's hands and feet felt, and fear was like a snake, slowly crawling up his back.
"You already have the intention of quitting in your heart..."
Feng Ziyue shook his head and sighed, "Is Zheng Hu, the grandson of the Zheng family and the peak warrior, actually afraid of me?"
Zheng Hu's face changed and he shouted angrily: "Feng Ziyue, who is afraid of you? You were lucky enough to escape my burning in the wilderness, but you may not be so lucky with your next move!"
He is also a talented young man that the Zheng family has worked hard to cultivate. Just when he was shaken, Feng Ziyue took advantage of him and planted the inner demon of fear. However, in just an instant, he was successfully resolved and his momentum regained its momentum.
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, and he was filled with pride, "Okay, in that case, why not just do it well and beat him to death without any regrets!"
"Just right!"
Zheng Hu flew up, waving his fists, his body was like a blazing fire, and attacked Feng Ziyue dozens of times. Feng Ziyue flipped upside down, with his sword across his chest, wiping it across his chest, only to hear a tinkling sound.
, Zheng Hu's hands were like metal, and he struck the sword body, just like the sound of big and small beads falling on a jade plate.
The hands of those who practice the Fire God Kung Fu are like gold and iron. Now it seems that what they say is indeed true. Zheng Hu's hand skills are very impressive.
Feng Ziyue praised, swung his sword lightly, the tip of the sword swayed, and pointed directly at Zheng Hu's joints. Zheng Hu laughed strangely, and his palm turned into the shape of flames again. His fingers stretched and contracted uncertainly, and he pinched and slapped, and the fire-like profound energy surged.
As it turns out, Feng Ziyue's sword tip was bent.
What he has learned throughout his life is no small matter, and now he has shown it even more vividly when facing a powerful enemy.
Feng Ziyue felt that the iron sword in his hand was so hot that he could hardly hold it. He was also secretly frightened. He silently used Taixuan Purple Qi to protect his palm so that he could hold the hilt of the sword steadily. He also felt the spirit Zheng Hu had learned in his heart.
Chun Er was surprised. The Fire Divine Art was so fierce and fierce that it was transmitted through the iron sword but could not be intercepted.
"Zheng Hu, you've done a pretty good job with the Lotus Flame Hands all the way!"
There was a sudden thought in his heart, and he began to re-evaluate the Zheng family's strength.
Zheng Hu's strength was far higher than what he usually showed. Although the Feng family knew that he was a peak warrior, he was so proficient in various martial arts that it really shouldn't be the status of a teenage boy.
By extension, his father Zheng Jingwei has long been promoted to a great martial artist, and his strength is even more unfathomable. However, Zheng Tu is already old, and even if he has improved in the past ten years, it will be limited.
In the Feng Zheng Competition ten years ago, although the third generation of the Feng family was defeated, Feng Bufan defeated Zheng Jingwei and Zheng Tu also lost to Feng Tianhe, which ensured the Feng family's victory. The Feng Zheng Competition was related to the power of Wuyang City.
, the Zheng family probably wouldn’t let it slip at that time, that is to say, the innate martial arts they acquired should have been within the past ten years.
No wonder Zheng Jingwei and Zheng Hu's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, especially the third generation of the Zheng family, which is far ahead of the Feng family.
He had a plan in mind, but he didn't know that Zheng Hu was even more frightened.
The Zheng family was originally full of confidence, thinking that they had inherited the innate martial arts and practiced secretly. In the next Feng Zheng fight, they would definitely be able to defeat the Feng family, take control of Wuyang City, and fulfill their promise. But now it seems that Feng Ziyue
At such a young age, with amazing swordsmanship, I am afraid that the Feng family also secretly has the support of someone. If so, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?
The more Zheng Hu fought, the more panicked he became, and he began to think about retreating. He must at least convey the news to his family.
His body froze, and Feng Ziyue immediately understood what he was thinking and laughed, "Zheng Hu, now that things have happened, do you still want to leave? It's too late!"
The light of his sword flickered, creating a web of light. It seemed weak and weak, but it was entangled and trapped Zheng Hu's figure.
"Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die!"
Zheng Hu took a breath of cold air and said in horror: "Feng Ziyue, do you really want to separate life and death?"
This sword technique is extremely famous. It is said that it was created by a female knight a hundred years ago to deal with her heartless husband. The force of the sword is endless, but it is unbreakable. It traps others and yourself. Both parties consume their essence. Only one of them dies. This is
It takes swordsmanship all the way to stop, hence the name "The spring silkworm will not run out until it dies".
Feng Ziyue laughed loudly, "Zheng Hu? Are you pretending to be stupid? In this wilderness, if you want to kill me, why should I send you away politely?"
Those who kill will always be killed.
I won’t offend anyone unless they offend me. But Feng Ziyue will never let go of someone who has murderous intentions towards him. Will he let them go back and engage in any more conspiracies? Although Feng Ziyue is not afraid, he now has many of his own
Things need to be done and trouble can be saved.
The simplest way is if you want to kill me, I will kill you!
The light of his sword became more and more urgent, with a sarcastic sneer at the corner of his mouth.