Zheng Jingwei made a strange sound of lotus in his mouth, and waved his palms, looking like crazy.

He knew that he was going to die, and this move burned the eight wildernesses, making it hearty, and this kind of refreshing feeling that he had never had before also exerted the power of his martial arts to the extreme!

The faces of Zhuge father and daughter couldn't help but show worry.

"Feng Ziyue is actually going to challenge the three martial artists today...... "Zhuge Lian's face turned pale, "If it goes on like this, the dark injury he suffered just now can't be recuperated, and he is only afraid of ......"

No matter how light he lifts weights, Feng Ziyue is just a great martial artist cultivator.

He defeated the strong with the weak and killed Zheng Long, although he was extremely chic, but it was absolutely impossible to act so reluctantly without being injured - the only question was how heavy his injuries were?

Zhuge Lian was thinking about it, but Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship has changed greatly, originally murmuring like flowing water, but now it is vigorous like fire, the sword style starts, with hard and hard, majestic in all directions, several fire dragons were cut down by him!

Everyone saw that Feng Ziyue was dressed in white and shengxue, his swordsmanship was like a god, and he advanced and retreated freely in the fire dragon released by Zheng Jingwei, and every blow to his wrist, the sword light was gorgeous, and he cut off a dragon head, and the god was majestic, and they couldn't help but cheer loudly.

Zheng Jingwei roared angrily, pushing his palms flat, every time he was cut down by Feng Ziyue, he released another one, as if the Xuan Qi in his body was endless.

"Freaks! Both are freaks!"

The Eagle King Ling Feixiu had cold sweat on his forehead, today's battle was thrilling to see him, and he even forgot that he had lost the Dark Iron Eagle Claw used to make a name for himself.

Fortunately, the power of the Eagle King Sect has not penetrated into Wuyang City.

Originally, he was just afraid of Feng Tianhe and Zheng Tu, but he was not afraid, but now it seems that Feng Zheng's two families, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, this water is too deep......

Zheng Jingwei, who has mediocre qualifications, is actually such a powerful martial artist, not to mention Zheng Long and Feng Ziyue, who are so powerful at a young age, - if the Eagle King Sect insisted on advancing into Wuyang City, this Feng Zheng and the two families, no matter which one of them, can destroy them!

Although the first battle was exciting, Zheng Long was always attacking, and although Feng Ziyue's last sword was earth-shattering, it was not lively at all for the layman;

However, the faces of the insiders are getting tighter and tighter.

Zheng Tu was worried that Zheng Jingwei wouldn't be able to hold on for long, he held his hands together, his green tendons exploded, and his teeth were gritted. At this time, it has come to the time of the Zheng family's life and death, and the son is useless, if he is not able to turn the tide and kill Feng Ziyue, then the Zheng family's destruction is already in sight.

Unexpectedly, just a day ago, the Zheng family was still proud, and a day later, it reached this point.

And Feng Tianhe, Zhuge Dan and others are worried about Feng Ziyue.

At this time, they could also see that Feng Ziyue was forcibly suppressing the injuries in his body, don't look at him now that he is powerful and invincible, but this is a helpless strategy!

If he can win calmly, he will naturally still use the swordsmanship at the beginning to control the rhythm, but now he is fighting hard, obviously he wants to fight quickly, and if he continues like this, even if he can defeat Zheng Jingwei, the next battle against Zheng Tu's old fox is not optimistic!

None of the people present had ever tried to challenge three Martial Venerables in a row in one day, but they also knew that it was very expensive to fight with opponents of the same level, don't look at Feng Ziyue, who didn't seem to be struggling, but just looking at his gradually serious expression, he knew that his pressure was getting bigger and bigger.

"Weird!"

Feng Ziyue kept swinging his sword and moved forward bravely, but he realized that something was wrong in his heart.

From beginning to end, Zheng Jingwei has been tossing and turning, and has been using the fire and the eight wildernesses back and forth, which can be described as the end of the yang, looking at his face, it is already red, as if he has been roasted by fire.

How can this kind of forbidden move be used like this?

"What kind of elixir did he take, and he was so powerful?"

There is almost no need to return to qi, the Xuan Qi is inexhaustible, and the moves are fierce and incomparable, although there are slight flaws in the use of strength, but such an opponent is undoubtedly terrifying.

Especially when he just paid a lot of money to kill a strong opponent in the last game, and he has to deal with an old fox in the next game.

Such an opponent can almost be said to be deadly.

Feng Ziyue only felt a faint pain under his ribs, and there was a strange feeling of swelling in the meridians of his body, knowing that it was already a manifestation of overexertion.

After 30 days of retreat and penance, Feng Ziyue finally digested the seven broken swords buried in his body, and initially condensed them into the body of the sword embryo.

And he is not just refining the body, in these thirty days, as long as the pain is a little lighter, Feng Ziyue will cheer up his spirits, refine the four-grade Great Returning Pill with the method of blood refining, and immediately take it, cultivate the Xuan Qi, and so on, the Xuan Qi cultivation is endless, and finally the whole body is running, and the hundred veins are connected, achieving the realm of the Great Martial Master.

But Rao is like this, the consumption of the battle with Wuzun is still insufficient!

Now Feng Ziyue's body meridians, like being scorched by fire, as long as he relaxes a little, he is afraid that the injury will break out, and he can take half his life, if it is not for the toughness of his body and the uncontrollable Xuan Qi in his body, he is afraid that he will break through his skin and make him scarred.

Now that this Zheng Jingwei is so difficult, Feng Ziyue's expression is solemn, and his sword intent is even heavier.

This set of dragon slaying swordsmanship in the Western Regions is a fierce sword technique that can slash the real dragon in the legend, and it is really invincible against the fire and eight desolations of the realm of Zheng Jingwei and the Nine Dragons, and it is really invincible, one sword to break the law, but the other party is like a small strong who can't be killed, no matter how he kills, he can always release more fire dragon entanglements.

To deal with this kind of guy with amazing staying power, you either have to consume him to the end, or, with a strong ultimate, a fatal move.

Feng Ziyue didn't want to spend it with him, and he couldn't afford it.

"In that case, Zheng Jingwei, let you try this trick!"

In response to this move, Feng Ziyue condensed and performed the trick in the dragon slaying swordsmanship.

The black clouds dance and break the gentian!

I saw Feng Ziyue in the middle of the nine fire dragons, suddenly stopped, stopped in place, held the sword in his chest, and the sword qi in his body continued to rotate, and burst out in a whirlwind!

Nine Dragons roared and pounced on Feng Ziyue in the middle, but was forced to get close by the pale black sword qi.

Zheng Jingwei laughed wildly, urging Xuanqi wildly, and Jiulong doubled in size, and continued to advance in a roar.

At this time, the sword move of the black cloud dancing to break the gentian had already been completed.

The majestic black sword qi was as unstoppable as the scattered light, and the huge fire dragon, as soon as it made a slight contact, before it had time to scream, it was cut into countless pieces and shattered.

Before Zheng Jingwei could send out the fire dragon again, he was swept up by the black sword qi.

Just heard him roar, the black sword qi was just a twist, and Zheng Jingwei disappeared!

"A sword is everywhere, nothing is broken, the black clouds are dancing, and the sword shatters the real dragon!"

Feng Ziyue put away his sword and stood up, his expression was solemn, he chanted loudly, and the white clothes were better than snow, only a few plum blossom-like blood stains, just like a famous sword out of the sheath, exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable light.

"Smack!"

This is the sound of Zheng Jingwei's stump and broken arm falling to the ground.

The second martial artist of the Zheng family, has fallen!(Thanks to the 12 brothers of Little Wukong for the tip!)