The Martial Saint's eyes were closed, but the black qi on his face seemed to be a little less, and it seemed that the demonic qi in his body had been gradually suppressed.

Feng Ziyue sat for a long time, slowly moving his right arm.

The body does not leak, and it is really magical.

Every bone, every piece of flesh, every drop of blood in this body seems to have turned into a whole, as if it is alive, it can be controlled by itself, the broken arm has just been connected, and the meridians, flesh and bones on the shoulders are naturally connected, although it cannot be restored to a completely uneventful state for a while, but as long as it is a few more days of recuperation, it can be completely recovered.

The man in black turned pale and hesitated.

He wanted to ask Feng Ziyue how to break the acacia, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear that the Martial Saint would hear that the palm that was originally attached to the Martial Saint's back was also taken back.

He and the martial saint are now living and dying together, but it comes from the endless lovesickness lock, if this lovesickness is broken, the first person the martial saint wants to kill may be him, post... He's saving him a fart!

As long as the endless lovesickness lock continues, and he runs away for a Feng Ziyue, he still has other thoughts after that, and he even wants to persuade the martial saint not to be too persistent... Zha is just based on his relationship with the Martial Saint, I'm afraid it's useless to persuade him.

After a long time, the martial saint opened his eyes, and the first question was really one by one, "How did you break the acacia?"

The man in black turned cold, "Xiao Gao, what do you want?"

Wu Sheng didn't pay attention to him at all, this endless lovesickness lock has connected him and the man in black for more than a hundred years, and this man in black has become a tumor on his body.

Now that there is a way to cut it off, how will he give up!

Feng Ziyue laughed, "Acacia silk really can't be cut off, but it doesn't necessarily can't be ......dissolved."

"Dissolve?"

The martial saint's face turned pale, but at this time, the man in black was full of horror.

"Xiao Gao, we have relied on this acacia silk connection for more than 100 years, if you dissolve it at this time, it will not be good for everyone!"

Obviously, what Feng Ziyue said is the key to Acacia!

"Pawn!"

Wu Sheng snorted coldly, "In the past hundred years, you have left a hand, and I have never turned over my hole cards." Now that I am born with seven layers and protect my body, even if I break this acacia silk, what is the bad about it?"

His eyes were fierce, staring at the man in black, as if he had the intention of settling old scores.

The man in black also lowered his face, "Xiao Gao, if you really want to tear your face, I may not be afraid of you, we have been friends for more than a hundred years, do you really want juniors to see jokes?"

For a while, the two of them were tense, but they put Feng Ziyue aside.

For the man in black, this endless lovesickness lock is equivalent to his lifeline, he can live until now, and he also relies on the vitality he has shared from the martial saint, if this line is broken, I don't know what it will look like;

And for the martial saint, for more than 100 years, he thought about it, and he thought about getting rid of this tumor hidden in the shadows, but he had no choice, and suddenly saw that Feng Ziyue actually had a way to tear off the acacia silk, how could his heart not be alive?

After solving this matter, the Martial Saint plans to teach this proud young man a good lesson, and let him know what is called the peak state of the innate seventh layer!

Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, this situation was also expected by him, and now he wanted to watch a dog-eat-dog show.

"Endless lovesickness lock, the sword can't be injured, and the fire can't be destroyed, but for those who master the power of heaven and earth, they may not have the opportunity to crack the ......"

The face of the man in black became more and more pale, he scolded angrily, flew up, and made a move with both hands.Feng Ziyue only felt that the air flow around him seemed to be glued, like a spider web, and he wanted to wrap him tightly, and he couldn't help but praise it, slashed his sword, and took a step back.

At this time, the martial saint had already made a move, only to see him spread his sleeves and thunder, and in a bang, the net of the man in black was shaken open, and the two of them retreated, glaring angrily.

Feng Ziyue only felt funny, "Acacia silk has its own destiny, and growth and death also have its own way." ”

He said slowly, the man in black became more and more angry, and said with a smile: "Okay! Okay! The old man has been studying the endless lovesickness lock for so many years, but I didn't expect it to be broken in the hands of your little doll, it is really providential!"

"Xiao Gao, in that case, after breaking the endless lovesickness lock, the old man won't want you to have a good time!

"How can you bear with me?"

Wu Sheng laughed, Huo Ran held the acacia silk in one hand, and he used his strength to hear the sound of the endless acacia lock that had plagued him for more than a hundred years, but it was easy to collapse!

For more than 100 years, he has not found the weakness of Acacia Silk, nor does he know its characteristics, so he tried his best to break it away, but today under Feng Ziyue's prompting, Wu Sheng had an epiphany, and as soon as he made a move, he tore off this Acacia Silk!,

Acacia silk turned out to be a living creature!

No wonder this thing has the ability to grow on its own, but it turned out to be a living creature, and there is an easiest way to deal with a living creature!

In the power of immortality, it is like the use of Taomu Gong's trick such as morning dew, in an instant, the vicissitudes of life, green silk and white hair, although this acacia silk is tough, but it can't withstand the torment of time!

Break!

The Martial Saint is an innate sevenfold, although he can't fight with the power of immortality, but it is not difficult to use it temporarily! Under Feng Ziyue's awakening, he tore off the endless lovesickness lock that had plagued him for more than a hundred years in one fell swoop!

The man in black roared angrily, his whole body was violently shaken, and a terrifying fierce light shot out of his eyes.

"Okay! Xiao Gao, you are so ruthless, since this is the case, let's die together!"

Cut off the source of the Martial Saint's vitality, how could he survive in this world for long after he was over 300 years old?

Feng Ziyue's eyes were full of flowers, and he felt that in the secret room, Huo Ran had changed the scene!

I saw that the place where I was originally stepping on suddenly turned into a huge spider web, and the man in black and the martial saint in front of me stood at both ends of the spider web, glaring angrily!

First off the seventh level!

This black-clothed man is not amazing, and he is also a master of the seventh innate level!

The seventh innate level, you can conjure up scenes that are beneficial to you in battle. The Heaven and Earth Yuan Force of the man in black is an extremely remote control power, so he actually conjured up this big spider web, obviously wanting to strike first.

Feng Ziyue probed with his divine sense, although he knew that this scene was an illusion, but the feeling was the same as the real one}}.E} hand-hit}}, stepping on the cobweb, only feeling sticky and unable to lift his feet.

Shu lowered his body, stretched out his fingers to hook up a spider silk, and smiled slightly.

"The Innate Seventh?"

The Martial Saint chuckled, "Old ghost, I didn't expect you to secretly practice to the seventh level of the innate level, but with your age and such understanding, even if it is the seventh level of the innate level, what is the use?"

"Then you can try it!"

The man in black smirked, jumping swiftly on the cobweb, striking like lightning, and slamming into several key points on the martial saint's body.

The strange thing is that the Martial Saint, who is also the seventh innate level, did not summon a scene counteract in his favor, but just stood quietly in the center of the spider web, waiting for the man in black to rush up.

Then, wave your sleeves!

The wind and thunder are loud, and there is a roar!

The man in black had just been stupid in front of the Martial Saint, and suddenly froze, his face was pale, and his eyes showed a look of fear, and he was hit by the thunder in the Martial Saint's sleeve.

I didn't have time to say a word, and I turned into ashes!

Sister network fantasy, disappeared without a trace!

Under one blow, the innate sevenfold is destroyed!

The power of the Martial Saint, and even Yusi!

I saw that his eyes were closed, his hands were put back in his sleeves, and a sneer appeared on his face, and after a long time, he opened his eyes and said, "Wind boy, after seeing this battle, do you still have the courage to draw your sword?"

A smile appeared on Feng Ziyue's face.

He knew that the state of the Martial Saint had reached its peak.

In the past few days, he had seen the Martial Saint several times, but he had never seen him show such a state.

The martial saint was invaded by demonic energy, the heart demon was lost, and the most important thing was this endless lovesickness lock.

The style just now, with a thunderstorm in his sleeve, was extremely powerful, and it could be seen that it was a blow from his spirit to the top.

It is true that it is because the man in black is already at the end of his crossbow, and he is strong on the outside and strong in the middle, so he is vulnerable, but the strength of the Martial Saint has recovered to the peak in a short period of time, but it is also a fact.

The seventh congenital is really strong!

However, Feng Ziyue was not afraid, with an indifferent smile on his face, and his heart was even more vibrated with fighting spirit.

That's right, this kind of battle is closer to the battle of the top masters!

Martial saint is in such a state that he can deserve the role of a whetstone!

He smiled indifferently and held the sword in his left hand, "Martial Saint, now that the miscellaneous matters are over, it just happens to be an all-out battle, let me see your innate sevenfold strength, don't disappoint me!"

The expression on the martial saint's face froze, and a faint look of anger appeared.

Feng Ziyue, he has to kill.

After so many years of plotting, it failed at a critical moment, and now even his daughter has lost it, even if he wants to cast an endless lovesick lock, it is also difficult... Xinfeng Ziyue is really too difficult to master, if he directly releases Acacia silk, I am afraid that he will be on guard and he will not be able to benefit himself.

And these ugly things must not be allowed to spread. ,

Although he has personally promised to pass on his position as a martial saint, as long as he is dead, naturally no one will mention this matter again, and no one will believe that he killed this new martial saint.

With his current peak combat power, it should almost be a sure victory against Feng Ziyue, who is only congenital fourfold, but for some reason, there is always a shadow in the heart of the martial saint, as if he can't figure it out at all with the young man opposite.

After killing the man in black with a single blow of wind and thunder, the momentum of the martial saint has climbed to the peak, and when he asked that sentence just now, ordinary people heard it in their ears, as if they had exploded a thunderbolt, but they were afraid that they would not even have the courage to answer.

But Feng Ziyue responded calmly, not even a little afraid.

Does this kid really only have the strength of the innate fourth weight?

Martial Saint's brows furrowed tightly, and the two confronted each other, each motionless.

Menghuang sat stupidly on the side, his face was expressionless, and the man in black had already turned into flying ashes, and even the residue was not left, only a few wisps of acacia silk, still unbroken under the wind and thunder, in the secret room, scattered everywhere.

"I, Martial Saint, for one hundred and forty years... a"

The Martial Saint took a step forward, his clothes were windless, and the sleeves of his robe were even more full.

"Studying the power of wind and thunder, holding the holy mountain of Canglan, after more than 100 battles, without a single defeat, the genus of demons, under my wind and thunder, turned into ashes ......"

His eyes rolled, and his momentum grew.

"What virtue do you have, dare to fight with me!"

The Martial Saint took a step forward, and as far as the momentum could reach, even the furnishings in the house flew away together, and the dream phoenix was powerless to resist, staggering back, and it was already on the wall.

Feng Ziyue laughed loudly, "The power of the Martial Saint's wind and thunder is certainly wonderful, but with a ghost moth in his mind, he may not be able to exert the highest realm, otherwise, he will not stay in the eighth level of innate for so many years, and he will not be able to advance an inch." ”

"Although I am not talented, I only know a sword in my hand, and there is no reason to advance or retreat! Today's battle, until the end, who knows who will kill the deer!"

The Martial Saint's eyes widened, and he laughed wildly: "You are accustomed to using your right hand to make a sword, and today your right arm is newly broken, even if you have a secret method to continue, there will be a flaw!"

They exchanged words, trying to find out each other's weaknesses, and the Martial Saint was especially aggressive, wanting Feng Ziyue to collapse without a fight.

It's a pity that he chose this weakness of using the sword with his left hand, it was really wrong to choose the text, in the previous life, Feng Ziyue's right arm was broken for thirty years, and the time to make the sword with his left hand was actually longer than that of using his right hand to make a sword.

Feng Ziyue laughed, "Today, I want to let the Martial Saint see how my left hand swordsmanship is!"

"Hmph!

Martial Saint knew that Feng Ziyue's heart was like iron, and his words were completely useless, so he finally gave up, stretched out his hand, and the scene in the secret room changed again.

The secret room, which was originally closed, suddenly became the top of a cliff, and the two stood on the edge of the cliff, facing each other from afar.

Wind and rain, thunder and lightning.

The pouring rain fell violently, and the heavy raindrops hurt on the face.

In the air, there was a dazzling flash of lightning, followed by rumbling thunder, endlessly.

Cliffs, thunderstorms, dark nights!

This is the best battlefield for the power of the Martial Saint's wind and thunder, in the midst of the storm, the thunder and lightning roared, even if the Martial Saint did not make a move, he could feel the oppression of the powerful wind and thunder power.

Feng Ziyue was like a sculpture, motionless in the storm, carefully feeling the subtleties of the innate seventh-level illusion environment.

And at this time, the Martial Saint, with the cooperation of the right time and place, has reached the peak of martial arts in this life.

When he heard his strange scream, he slapped his palm, and there was a thunderous sound, which overwhelmed the thunder in the sky. The wind was fierce, the rain changed direction, the thunder roared, and the lightning thundered.

Manpower overwhelmed the power of nature, although it was only in the illusion created by himself, but it was also like a rainbow!

The martial saint is on the cliff on this rainy night, his body is tall, his eyes are shining, as if the heaven and the earth are all under his control, and the wind and thunder are all used by him, and no one can resist!

What a majesty!

In contrast, Feng Ziyue was as small as a leaf in this rain, and under the sweep of the storm, it seemed that it was about to be swallowed up in an instant.