"Feng Ziyue, you give the old man a death!"

With one successful move, Zheng Tu's subordinates were even more ruthless, and for a while, the fire burst out in the ring, like a sea of fire.

Feng Ziyue's left arm was bloody, and he retreated calmly, his sword light swayed, although his swordsmanship was becoming more and more stagnant, his face was still calm and free.

The young man was covered in blood in white, interspersed in the sea of fire, his left arm was injured and he could not be raised, and his figure seemed to be a little stagnant, but there was no trace of panic on Junxiu's face, which caused the supporters under the ring to scream together.

"Zheng Tu, this one, I will never lose!"

Feng Ziyue's sword cut off the surrounding tongues of fire and struggled to support.

"Because, I'm not going to die yet!"

In one day, fighting three martial artists in a row, Feng Ziyue knew that this was an extremely difficult task, but for him, it was just the beginning of the battle that had to be reborn for thirty years.

Thirty years ago, if you want to change the fate of a lifetime of loneliness, you must do your best in every battle.

He has gradually understood that no matter what the reason, God has given him such an opportunity, but it is not easy to reunite as a family, and every time he wants to make up for a little regret, he must face a strong challenge.

These battles below the congenital level can only be regarded as a warm-up compared to the many innate martial artists who need to face later!

"I must not die!"

In the face of Zheng Tu's ferocious offensive, Feng Ziyue did not touch the ground, like stepping on the waves, drifting back, the sword light in his hand was like a ball of fireflies, protecting the vital points around him, but under the attack of Zheng Tu's overwhelming palm wind and fire, his arms, shoulders and calves were slightly injured one after another, and he was covered in blood, but he never opened his mouth to cry out in pain.

"Yue'er ......"

Feng Tianhe Tiger had tears in his eyes, and he couldn't hold back his ability to stand up, seeing his grandson injured one after another, suffering like this, he was worried and heartbroken, and he couldn't speak.

Chu Hongyu had already shed tears, seeing that her son was stubborn and unyielding, loving and heartache, the silk handkerchief in her hand had already been secretly torn apart by her.

"Old man Feng, do you know that your heart hurts?"

Zheng Tu couldn't stop laughing, "Do you know what it's like for my son and grandson to die in front of me?

He slapped his palms, only to hear the roar, a fire suddenly rose under Feng Ziyue's feet, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Feng Ziyue saw the opportunity early, dodged sideways, or was hit in the left arm, staggered back, only heard the sound of clicking, it seemed to be the sound of broken bones.

"Cremation thunder, heavenly fire thunder palm! I can't imagine that Zheng Tu actually practiced this stunt!"

The fire god skill has been cultivated to the extreme, and there is a change, that is, to hook the heavenly thunder with the fire of the earth, and become an invincible heavenly fire thunder palm, Zheng Tu has always been low-key, this kung fu has not been revealed in front of people before it is completed, and now it is suddenly used, and it is really a miracle to establish a miracle skill, and Feng Ziyue is left and right, and it is even more downwind.

"Daddy......" Chu Hongyu was worried about Feng Ziyue, and she was terrified in her heart, and finally couldn't help but turn to Feng Tianhe, revealing a pleading color, "Today...... Today, the Feng family has already won, and this one is ...... Also...... It doesn't matter, I don't know if it'......."

She gritted her teeth, in the end, her love for her son overwhelmed everything, "Can we admit defeat this time and let Yue'er come back quickly?"

Feng Tianhe's face tightened, if it was in the past, it was a matter of the face of the Feng family, no matter what, he would have survived, but he was injured, especially after the Feng family's side branch was separated, he suddenly realized something, and remembered his grandson's words, only to feel that the things he had guarded all his life were just vain after all.

What is the use of the false name of the Feng family?

Only when a family can reunite with their families can this life be in vain.

What's more, at this time, the Feng family has already won, even if this one admits defeat, it just can't kill the Zheng family. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and shouted loudly, "Mr. Zhuge don't fight it, we ...... this one"

"Grandpa!"

A calm and rapid cry sounded from the field, and Feng Ziyue's sword light waved lightly, struggling to get out of the entanglement of Zheng Tutian's thunder fire palm, and stopped it loudly.

"I will not admit defeat!"

He raised his head, his blood-stained white clothes fluttering in the wind, and he stood proudly with his sword, although he was only a fourteen-year-old boy who was not in full shape, but the momentum around his body was like that of a god of war.

"The Zheng family has been plotting against my Feng family for many years, if the grass is not eradicated, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles! In today's battle, I will kill this Zheng Tu old horseman and expel the remnants of the Zheng family from Wuyang City, so that they will have no room to turn over!"

If the Zheng family is killed in one go, plus they leave their hometown, it is almost impossible to make a comeback.

But if you keep Zheng Tu, the old fox, and let them continue to stay in Wuyang City, it won't take a few years of effort, but I'm afraid that it will be elbow and armpit trouble!

Since there is this opportunity, Feng Ziyue will help the Feng family dominate Wuyang City!

This is not only to lay a solid foundation in the future, but also to deter and warn, he wants to tell the world through the death of the three great martial masters of the Zheng family, whoever dares to provoke the Feng family will have the consciousness of death!

Only in this way can we deter Xiaoxiao and make them dare not look at the Fengjia in Wuyang City.

"Hahaha!"

Zheng Tu looked up to the sky and smiled, "Old man Feng, you can hear clearly, it's not that the old man refuses to let go of your grandson, it's your grandson who refuses to let go of the old man!

"Humph!"

Feng Ziyue snorted coldly, his wrist flicked, the sword light soared, swept away the surrounding firelight, and sneered: "Zheng Tu, if you hadn't been scheming to deal with our Feng family, and even before Dabi, you attacked my grandfather and did such a despicable and shameless thing, why did your Zheng family fall to this result?"

If it was a fair competition, everyone would never have fought so tragically to the death, and the Zheng family might not have died so many people.

Zheng Tu smiled fiercely, and his palm kept moving, "Don't you want to avenge the revenge of the old man Zheng Hu's grandson? Since you killed him ruthlessly, how can you blame me for revenge?"

"Joke!"

Feng Ziyue's sword light was swallowed, but he was still guarding the door, and he fought and retreated, "The murderer will always kill him, your grandson is coming to kill me, I won't kill him, is it because I can't wait to be killed?"

From the very beginning, the Zheng family had murderous intentions towards him, and their plan to seize Wuyang City was a long time ago, and they couldn't tolerate the variable of Feng Ziyue.

It's a pity that the variables are too big, and this big competition is out of the calculations of Zheng Tu, the old fox, after all.

Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship is like a god, and this variable has become a monstrous wave.

However, no matter what, this kid's life will also end in his own palms, Zheng Tu slapped several palms viciously, the wind and thunder in the sky and the earth, there was a loud sound, and the whole ring was no longer the same.

Feng Ziyue's body was like a swimming dragon, and it flashed, but his mouth was coldly announcing.

"Zheng Tu, although your Heavenly Thunder Fire Palm is fierce, it is only one blow of strength, then decline, and three exhaustions, you are at the end of the strong crossbow. ”

"Within seven moves, I will take your life!"

"Fart!"

Zheng Tu roared angrily, pushed his palms together, Feng Ziyue leaned back, and where he was originally standing, he was blasted out of a huge pit by the thunder.

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