Feng Ziyue's sword fell suddenly, breaking through the heavy beast shadows in front of Zheng Long without any suspense, Zheng Long's face was pale, he gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to make a hard connection, and when he didn't touch it, he had already been blasted out by the sword qi.

"He will definitely not be stronger than Zheng Long......"

Zhuge Lian shook her head, she looked at Feng Ziyue, who was shaking her clothes and rising up in the field, with a look of surprise on her face, "Dad, his martial arts are clearly weaker than Zheng Long, just in terms of combat skills, Zheng Long's Hundred Beast King Fist is not idle, and it will never be too bad than Feng Ziyue." ”

"It's obviously weak against strong, but it's like lifting weights like light ......"

Zhuge Lian's wonderful eyes flowed, "This sword is very terrifying!"

Feng Ziyue fought against Zheng Long, and it seemed that he would win easily, but in fact, he knew that he had done his best.

After all, the other party is also a martial artist!

First resist with momentum and be evenly matched, then use the peerless mastery in the sword to simulate the fist of the Hundred Beast King to shock Zheng Long's mind, and finally use all his strength to perform the stunt of the cliff and break Zheng Long's beast rage.

In every link, he has calculated every bit of strength and made a contribution!

Although there are not many examples of the weak defeating the strong in the world, there are many of them, and the tactics of lifting heavy weights as if they were light are all over the place.

But at the same time, it is extremely difficult to defeat the strong with the weak and lift the weight lightly!

The weak against the strong, it is already extremely difficult to remain undefeated, and it is inevitable that there will be many opportunities to win, do your best, and meet a good opportunity.

But for Feng Ziyue, it seems that there has never been such a problem.

Even if his opponent is better than him every time, he can still win cleanly, and on the scene, it seems that he is at ease.

"If it's just an opponent...... Then he's a beautiful winner......"

Zhuge Lian nodded, looked at Zheng Tu who was full of iron, but sighed again.

"It's a pity...... There is also a Martial Venerable, after such an all-out battle, can you still have any more strength?"

Feng Ziyue's white clothes fluttered, volleying in the air, swift and incoherent, in mid-air, he had already caught up with Zheng Long, who was knocked away by the sword qi. He raised his long sword high, showing no mercy to Zheng Long, who was full of horror.

"Don't hurt my child!"

In Zheng Tu's mournful hiss, Feng Ziyue's sword fell, and blood splashed!

"Wow!"

In the crowd, a cry of surprise erupted.

For so many years, who has ever seen Wuzun fall?

There are no congenital masters, Wuzun is the strongest person, not to mention this small Wuyang City, which is in the Ming Kingdom, and it has been a long time since I heard of Wuzun's death.

Today, Feng Zheng Dabi actually saw the fall of a martial artist?

The sword light disappeared, the head fell to the ground, and Feng Ziyue's sword was not merciful at all.

"Long'er!" Zheng Tu roared loudly, as if he was stupid, Zheng Jingwei was dumbfounded, and couldn't even say a word, as for Zheng Mingyu, it seemed that he had returned to the nightmare of that day, collapsed to the ground, and his skirt was wet, and he was so frightened that he was incontinent on the spot!

"It's so murderous!"

Ling Feixiu, the Eagle King sitting in the front row, also splashed a few drops of blood on his face, his complexion changed greatly, and he didn't feel a deep coolness coming from behind.

This kid...... Between talking and laughing, he killed a martial artist!

Zheng Long's head was falling at his feet, his eyes bulging, and he couldn't bat himself.

A moment ago, he was still a martial master who was not yet thirty years old and had a bright future, but a moment later, he was just a cold corpse on the ground.

Ling Feixiu only felt that his palms were hot, and cold sweat was dripping down his high hooked nose.

! What idiot is messing with the wind family!

He cursed in his heart, and he was frustrated.

The Eagle King Sect is up and down, headed by his Eagle King Ling Feixiu, all of them are unscrupulous villains, but unscrupulous means also depend on who they are right for, whether it is worth it.

The Seven Eagles of the Luan family are just unsuccessful disciples, not to mention that they have already left the Eagle King Sect and worked for a small family in Wuyang City, but for some reason they died in the hands of Feng Ziyue. According to the tradition of the Eagle King Sect to protect the short, the Shangfeng family asked for an explanation, that is, who knew that the master of the Seven Eagles actually asked the murderous Iron Wing Daoist to go directly to the Feng family to provoke.

With Ling Feixiu's arrogant personality, he didn't care about this kind of behavior, after all, no one wanted to provoke an old ** Eagle King who couldn't be wrung out like a rag, and the Eagle King Sect also took a lot of advantage because of this.

Who knew that he didn't take advantage of it this time, and he ran into the hard stubble of Feng Ziyue, which made Feixiu's personal disciples hang up several times. When the news reached Ling Feixiu's ears, it naturally made him furious.

He naturally didn't care about the matter of the Seven Eagles of the Shan Luan family, but he couldn't care about the deaths of these personal disciples.

Feng Zheng Dabi, he wanted to follow and fight the water dogs, but who knew that he saw Feng Ziyue, who was like a god and a demon.

! Don't mess with anyone!

Ling Feixiu was so remorseful in his heart that he naturally scolded the people of Tieyi Dao for being pig-brained, and he couldn't wait to go back and sweep this waste out of the house immediately!

At this time, he saw Zhu Yunzhao coming over with a smile, and arched his hand, "Teacher Ling, luck! Luck! Your Xuantie Eagle Claw, this time it's mine......"

Blood was splashed in the ring, and everyone present was stunned, but Zhu Yunzhao was born in the royal family, and he was used to killing, and he saw a lot of cruel scenes, so he didn't care, and he was the first to regain his calm, and suddenly thought that this bet was really won and made a lot of money.

Zhu Yunzhao blinked his eyes narrowly, so angry that Fei Xiu's lungs hurt again, this time he thought that he would win the bet, but he actually lost so much that he even dropped the coffin. This junior also came to provoke, if Ling Feixiu had a temper on weekdays, he didn't care what a little prince he was, he was afraid that he would turn his face on the spot, but now he was panicked in his heart, how could he have the heart to entangle with the junior.

Feng Ziyue slashed Zheng Long with a sword, and landed on the ground with a dashing attitude.

It's just that he has his back to the audience, his face is pale, but there is a slight sweat on his forehead.

This fierce battle did not last long, but it consumed a lot of mental energy.

The cliff is full of ice and momentum, just like a cliff, left behind and independent, when it collapses, a sword falls, no one can be.

But when you are gaining momentum, you have to resist the pressure yourself.

Zheng Long's Hundred Beast Fury Tide is an extraordinary stunt, Rao is Feng Ziyue has been forged by the sword bones, and has become the body of a sword embryo, and he is still in severe pain in the meridians of the bones all over his body, almost smashed by the huge impact force, only by relying on his resolute will and perseverance, he can grit his teeth and support it for so long.

He was now sore and exhausted, almost to the point of running out of ammunition and food.

Feng Ziyue took out a large pill from his arms, swallowed it secretly, and slowly breathed, knowing that the price of killing Zheng Long was also extremely expensive.

Fortunately, the next opponent is only Zheng Jingwei, who is a great martial artist.

He turned his face, his face was already as usual, and his gaze faintly fell on Zheng Jingwei, who was standing on the high platform on the left.

In the eyes of others, Feng Ziyue was naturally light and light, and he was not excited at all to kill a martial artist.

"This is the demeanor of a master!" I don't know how many young people have buried their longing and hope in today's battle, and they are all going home to practice martial arts, hoping that one day they can soar into the sky like Feng Ziyue.

Zheng Tu's face was sad, and when he heard Zhuge Dan announce the result in a deep voice, when someone was cleaning up the remains of his grandson, he suddenly grabbed Zheng Jingwei, his eyes were vicious, and he gave him a pill.

"Jingwei, before the competition for a while, swallow it!"

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