Feng Ziyue's sword was like a spider's web, densely packed, and I saw that around the two of them, the white afterimages became denser and denser, and gradually like a cloud of white mist, enveloping the two of them.

Zheng Hu was already depressed, but at this time, he was trapped by the spring silkworm to the death silk side, and he knew that there was no way out, so he could only grit his teeth, cheer up his spirits, shake off his palms, and struggle to deal with it.

He is the pinnacle of the samurai, and his Xuan Qi cultivation is much thicker than that of Fengzi Yue.

Fight consumption, he is not afraid!

But for some reason, there is always a shadow of uneasiness in Zheng Hu's heart. Feng Ziyue's cultivation was obviously one realm behind him, why did he use this kind of sword technique of attrition? He was really so confident that with his martial arts cultivation, he would be able to win against himself?

He was suspicious in his heart, and he was bound to make a move, and he didn't dare to go all out.

Feng Ziyue's sword light is even denser, and now even if someone arrives here, they can only see a cloud of white light and shadow surrounding, like a big cocoon, there is no sound in the cocoon, and it is impossible to imagine that someone is fighting for life and death in it.

"Feng Ziyue, let's stop! Today's matter is over, what kind of grudges do we have, what will we do on the day of the fight?"

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 just now, and now Feng Ziyue returned it to him intact. Zheng Hu's face turned red, and his blood surged, "Feng Ziyue, you are really shameless, then let me die!"

Zheng Hu's palms came out together, and the two fire dragons flew away, and the sword net shattered everywhere he went, and there was a little more space around him.

Feng Ziyue laughed, and suddenly flew up, condescendingly, and stabbed a sword into Zheng Hu's eyebrows. This sword is fast and fierce, but there is no fancy, Zheng Hu saw the momentum clearly, and laughed, "It's good!"

He dodged sideways, probed with his backhand, and already held Feng Ziyue's sword blade, and with a strong flick, he was about to throw him out!

"Okay!" Zheng Hu was determined in his heart, this move caught the sword blade, and the sword net of the spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk has been broken, and after that, the sea and the sky are wide, and if you want to fight and leave, you can't help Feng Ziyue.

"It's a pity! It's a pity!" but listening to Feng Ziyue's body in mid-air, he shook his head and sighed, "Zheng Hu, you are also a child of a famous family, and you are even more inherited by innate martial arts, so you don't know the mystery of my move!"

I saw that Feng Ziyue's iron sword was wrapped, and it slipped out of Zheng Hu's hand like a swimming fish, but his arms were entangled, and the iron sword was a latch, tightly wrapped together. Zheng Hu was shocked in his heart, and shook it hard, but he couldn't shake it off.

Zheng Hu roared angrily, his left palm struck, Feng Ziyue used his finger as a sword, stabbed him in the palm directly, Zheng Hu withdrew his hand, Feng Ziyue also retreated, the two of them each attacked with one hand, exchanged more than a dozen moves, but it was still a stalemate, but the other hand was getting tighter and tighter, like glue gluing, Zheng Hu only felt that the pressure on his right hand was stronger, and he couldn't help but change color.

Originally, Feng Ziyue was in the air, and he had nowhere to borrow his strength, so he should be at a disadvantage, but his tricks were weird, but for some reason, he completely suppressed Zheng Hu, he only felt that his hands were getting heavier and heavier, and his bones were clicking, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"You...... What kind of kung fu are you!"

Feng Ziyue smiled, "This is the final meaning of the spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the silk is exhausted, the acacia is turned into ashes, although there is no sword, but all things in heaven and earth think that it is a sword move, you are trapped in this trick Acacia into ashes, if it is not ashes, you must not escape!"

"Hu ...... Nonsense!"

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. The legend of this move can be transformed from the Spring Silkworm Sword Technique, but this statement is ethereal, who has ever really seen this most profound sword intent?

Now in the hands of Feng Ziyue, a fourteen-year-old boy, where is Zheng Hu willing to believe it?

It's just that no matter what, he can't hurt Feng Ziyue on the top of his head, he moves on the top repeatedly, getting heavier and heavier, and then it's like Mount Tai pressing the top. Zheng Hu was sweating profusely, his muscles and bones were sore, and the sweat fell to the ground drop by drop, as if it was raining, soaking the ground.

The more sweat flows, the faster the essence of the body will escape, and when the sweat dries up and the essence is dissipated, it will naturally wither into ashes and die!

Zheng Hu's heart was broken, his face was pale, and he finally couldn't help shouting, "The wind is less, 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, and when you leave, you will naturally find a way to kill me, not to mention that the matter of the inheritance of the innate martial arts of you and me has been exposed, how can I let you inform the Zheng family?"

He leaned forward, left a little, and used his fingers as a sword to stab Zheng Hu's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Zheng Hu is now sore, and his kung fu has gone seven or eight out of ten, seeing him pointing his fingers, it took all his strength to wave his hand away, "Feng Ziyue, don't be complacent, look at me ......"

He was out of breath, barely blocking Feng Ziyue's attack, but he secretly took out a jade bottle from his arms, crushed it, revealed one of the red pills, and sent it to his mouth.

Feng Ziyue's eyes lit up, his fingers swiped lightly, and pointed at his wrist, Zheng Hu had no choice but to avoid it, but the pill was never delivered to his mouth.

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

Zheng Hu scolded, but Feng Ziyue shook his head coldly, "If I am a hero, I should let you eat this little Huitian Pill, right?

Heroes don't do this, it's clear that the opponent is about to be ambushed, and they have to give him a chance to take the supernatural elixir to fight back, that's not a hero, it's a standard **.

"What's more, this little Huitian Pill is full of medicinal power, it's really a waste for you to eat it, it's better for me to take it back, it's of great use!"

Zheng Hu was so angry that he almost vomited blood, in a hurry, he picked up the remaining Xuan Qi in his body, slammed his palm towards Feng Ziyue, opened a distance, and with a flick of his palm, the red pill shot into his mouth like a flying arrow.

"Think beautifully!"

Feng Ziyue snorted coldly, at this time, Zheng Hu's whole energy was already focused on the pill, Feng Ziyue's right hand shook slightly, and the arms that were originally intertwined between the two Huo Ran let go, he squeezed the iron sword, and sent it forward, stabbing into Zheng Hu's throat.

"Uh......"

Zheng Hu's eyes widened, and he watched as the pill that was about to fly into his mouth was picked up by Feng Ziyue's toes, and he changed direction and flew upward, making a strange sound of his trachea being cut in his throat, and his body slowly softened.

Feng Ziyue let go of the hilt of his sword, let Zheng Hu's corpse fall into the dust, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the little Huitian Pill in his hand.

He picked up the elixir, sniffed it on the end of his nose, laughed, and was so happy.

"I didn't expect the Zheng family to have such a good thing as Xiaohui Tiandan, but it was cheap for me!"

(Thank you for the reward of the Silver Moon Qinglian brothers, hehe, I found that the encouragement of the reward to the author is really not a little bit, Xiaobai is as happy as Feng Ziyue who got the Xiaohui Tiandan~~~~~~~~:)!