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Chapter 25 Spring silkworms reach the end of their dead silk (Part 2)

Chapter 25: Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die (Part 2)

Feng Ziyue's sword was as dense as a spider web, and around the two of them, the white afterimages became increasingly dense, gradually becoming like a white mist, wrapping the two of them inside.

Zheng Hu was already depressed, but at this moment he was trapped by Spring Silkworm, who had to use his sword skills until death. He knew there was no way out, so he could only grit his teeth, cheer up, shake his palms, and fight with all his strength.

He is a peak warrior, and his profound energy cultivation is much stronger than Feng Ziyue.

He is not afraid of spending all his energy!

But for some reason, there is always a shadow of uneasiness in Zheng Hu's heart. Feng Ziyue's cultivation level is clearly inferior to him, why would he use this kind of sword technique of attrition? Is he really so confident?

With the cultivation level of a warrior, can he defeat himself?

He was so suspicious that he was restrained in taking action and did not dare to go all out.

Feng Ziyue's sword light is even more dense. Even if someone comes here now, they can only see a ball of white light and shadow surrounding it, like a big cocoon. There is no sound in the cocoon. It is impossible to imagine that there are people fighting for life and death in it.

"Feng Ziyue, let's stop! Let's just let it go for today. What's the grudge? What will we do on the day of the competition?"

Zheng Hu protected his body and shouted loudly.

Feng Ziyue smiled coldly, "Zheng Hu, are you begging for mercy?"

These words were exactly what Zheng Hu said when he first arrived. Now Feng Ziyue returned them to him intact. Zheng Hu's face turned red and his blood surged, "Feng Ziyue, you are so shameless."

, then go to hell!"

Zheng Hu shot out both palms, and the two fire dragons flew away. The sword net shattered wherever they went, leaving a few gaps around him.

Feng Ziyue laughed, suddenly flew up, and struck Zheng Hu between the eyebrows with a sword from a high position. The sword was fast and fierce, but not fancy. Zheng Hu saw the coming clearly and laughed loudly, "Well done!

"

He dodged sideways, reached out with his backhand, and had already grasped Feng Ziyue's sword blade. He swung it hard and was about to throw him out!

"Okay!" Zheng Hu was determined in his heart. This move caught the sword's edge, and the sword net that had only been exhausted until the spring silkworm died has been broken. From now on, the sea and the sky are vast, and Feng Ziyue cannot help him if he wants to fight or leave.

"What a pity! What a pity!" But Feng Ziyue was standing in the air, shaking his head and sighing, "Zheng Hu, you are also a son of a famous family, and you have inherited the innate martial arts, but you don't know the mystery of my move!"

I saw Feng Ziyue's iron sword twisting around, and it slipped out of Zheng Hu's hand like a swimming fish. Instead, his arms were entangled with each other, with the iron sword as a bar, and they were tightly entangled together. Zheng Hu was shocked and swung it hard.

, and actually couldn't get rid of it.

Zheng Hu roared angrily and struck with his left palm. Feng Ziyue used his fingers as swords and stabbed straight into his palm. Zheng Hu retracted his hand and Feng Ziyue also stepped back. The two of them each struck with one hand and exchanged dozens of moves, but still

In the stalemate, the other hand was wrapped tighter and tighter, like glue. Zheng Hu felt the pressure on his right hand getting stronger and his color changed.

Originally, Feng Ziyue was in the air and had nowhere to draw on, so he should be at a disadvantage, but his moves were weird, but for some reason, he completely suppressed Zheng Hu. He felt his hands getting heavier and heavier, and the bones all over his body creaked.

I couldn't help but be horrified.

"You...what kind of skill are you doing!"

Feng Ziyue chuckled, "This is the last secret of the spring silkworm's death. The silk has been exhausted, and lovesickness turns to ashes. Although there is no sword, everything in the world thinks of a sword move. You are trapped under this move of lovesickness.

If you don’t turn into ashes, you will never be able to escape!”

"Nonsense... nonsense!"

The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before its tears dry up. It is said that this move can be transformed from the spring silkworm's sword technique, but this theory is illusory. Who has ever really seen this most profound and profound sword intention?

?

Now that it is being used in the hands of a fourteen-year-old boy like Feng Ziyue, how can Zheng Hu believe it?

However, no matter what, he could not hurt Feng Ziyue above his head. He moved repeatedly on the top, getting heavier and heavier, and finally it was like Mount Tai weighing on the top. Zheng Hu was sweating profusely, his muscles and bones were sore, and sweat dropped to the ground.

, it actually seemed like rain, soaking the ground.

The more you sweat, the faster the essence of your body will dissipate. When the sweat dries up and the essence is gone, you will naturally wither into ashes and die!

Zheng Hu was heartbroken, his face turned pale, and he finally couldn't help shouting loudly, "Master Feng, spare my life!"

He fell to his knees, his face full of fear.

Feng Ziyue shook his head, "You are begging for mercy now, but you are just afraid of death. When you leave, you will naturally find a way to kill me, not to mention the inheritance of innate martial arts between you and me has been exposed, how can I let you go?

Inform the Zheng family?"

He leaned forward, pointed his left hand, and used his fingers as a sword to stab Zheng Hu's Tianling Gai.

Zheng Hu was now sore and limp, and all his kung fu had been reduced to seventy-eight percent. He watched him point his finger, and with all his strength, he waved his hand away and said, "Feng Ziyue, don't be complacent, look at me..."

Panting, he barely managed to block Feng Ziyue's attack, but he took out a jade bottle from his arms, crushed it hard, revealed a red pill in it, and put it into his mouth.

Feng Ziyue's eyes lit up, and he lightly touched his wrist with his finger. Zheng Hu had no choice but to get out of the way. He was holding on to his left and right, but the pill could never reach his mouth.

"Feng, if you are a hero..."

Zheng Hu cursed loudly, but Feng Ziyue shook his head coldly, "If I were a hero, I should let you eat this Small Return to Heaven Pill, right? Do you think I am the same as you?"

That's not what heroes do. It's clear that your opponent is about to be killed, but you still give him a chance to counterattack by taking a magical elixir. That's not heroic, it's standard.

"Besides, this small pill of return to heaven is very powerful. It's really a waste if you take it. Why don't I take it back? It can be of great use!"

Zheng Hu was so angry that he almost vomited blood. In desperation, he mobilized the remaining profound energy in his body and struck Feng Ziyue with a fierce palm. He opened a step away and with a flick of his palm, the red pill shot towards him like a flying arrow.

Shoot it in the mouth.

“What a beautiful thought!”

Feng Ziyue snorted coldly. At this time, Zheng Hu's entire energy was concentrated on the pill. Feng Ziyue shook his right hand slightly, and the two people's originally intertwined arms suddenly loosened. He squeezed the iron tightly.

The sword was sent forward and pierced into Zheng Hu's throat.

"Well……"

Zheng Hu's eyes widened, and he watched helplessly as the pill that was about to fly into his mouth was picked up by Feng Ziyue's toes, changed its direction, and flew upwards. A strange sound came from his throat like the trachea was being cut, and his body slowly fell limp.

Feng Ziyue released the hilt of his sword and let Zheng Hu's body fall to the dust. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the small Pill of Return to Heaven in his hand.

He picked up the elixir, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and laughed with great joy.

"I didn't expect that the Zheng family actually has such a good thing as the Xiaohuitian Pill. It's really an advantage for me!"


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