If the audience was shocked when the first martial artist Zheng Long died, then when Zheng Jingwei hung up again, it was an indescribable horror.

In the past hundred years of the Ming Kingdom, there has been no war, when did two Wuzun fall in a row in one day?

Moreover, he died at the hands of the same person!

Clean and clean, leaving no room for error.

This Feng Ziyue is not a martial artist, but he is simply a martial artist killer!

I don't know how many people evaluate it in their hearts.

Now the only suspense in this competition is whether Zheng Tu, the old fox, can stop Feng Ziyue from connecting the three yuan, redeem the fate of the Zheng family's defeat, and save his old life.

However, with the undying hatred of the Feng Zheng family now, if Feng Ziyue is defeated, it will also be a certain death.

Such a young genius, except for the people of the Zheng family, no one wants him to die in this level of competition, becoming a fleeting meteor, if he grows up completely, I don't know what he will become.

Unconsciously, most of the people's hearts have already stood on Feng Ziyue's side.

Especially looking at him standing with a sword and a heroic posture fluttering in white, many girls are even more fond of cocoa, and their hearts are tied to this young hero, and the teenagers are clenched their fists, on the one hand, they want to buy a sword and a white dress tomorrow, on the other hand, they also decide to practice diligently, and one day they can soar into the sky.

He ...... How is he......"

Zhuge Lian's heart was pounding, she could clearly see that Feng Ziyue's blow that swallowed mountains and rivers just now, although it was powerful, in the end there were signs of true anger, and now he stood upright in Taichung, clearly holding on, but his face was already showing a trace of sallowness.

"Yue'er!"

Feng Tianhe and Chu Hongyu also felt that something was wrong, their brows furrowed, but when they saw Feng Ziyue's body shaking, they finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood!

Killing two Martial Venerables in a row, even if his body is unmatched, it is to the limit!

In the midst of an exclamation, Qi Xiaodie's face turned gloomy, "What should I do? Why is the wind boy injured?"

She couldn't wait to rush to the stage immediately and save Feng Ziyue, but she also knew that the stakes were high at this time, and he would never take a step back.

"Hahaha!" In a burst of strange laughter, Zheng Tu jumped down from the high platform and shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhuge , we can also start fighting in the third game!"

"Shhh

There were overwhelming boos in the field, Zheng Tu was dignified and martial, and he was an old-timer, he actually took advantage of the younger generation, even if it was a battle of life and death, it was inevitably disgraceful.

Zheng Tu was already out of the way at this time.

Even his son's life is with him, isn't it just for this moment?

Although Zheng Jingwei was not angry, he only lasted for so long and died in Feng Ziyue's hands, and he didn't even play one-tenth of the effect of the three-day death pill, but he at least lasted until Feng Ziyue's injury attacked, if he hadn't seen Feng Ziyue's mouthful of blood spit out, Zheng Tu really didn't have a little certainty.

"Jingwei, your sacrifice is worthwhile!"

Zheng Tu laughed, almost crazy, "Boy, you are at the end of the crossbow, I will kill you and avenge my two grandsons and one son!"

The boos rang out, but he didn't care, and without waiting for Zhuge Dan to speak, he raised his palms and already attacked.

Don't miss a thing!

In Zheng Tu's mind, he had already regarded Feng Ziyue as a terrible opponent, and while his breath was not stable now, he killed the killer, this was his chance to win.

Feng Ziyue coughed, raised his sword softly, retreated with a touch, his face turned blue and turned blood red again, his chest was suffocated, and he had a sharp pain in his spine and abdomen, and flew backwards.

In the body, the two broken swords that have not yet been refined are coming to trouble again at this time.

The sword entered the body and forged into a sword bone, the bronze Xuanjian on the abdomen and the Xuantian Mixed Yuan Sword on the back were the most difficult to absorb, and although he tried his best within thirty days, he did not do his best in the end, and only absorbed seven broken swords in total.

Although the body of the sword embryo has been completed, it is still not complete after all.

At this time, the two broken swords that have not been fully absorbed are churning in the flesh and blood, this kind of heart-piercing pain is really not something ordinary people can bear, even if Feng Ziyue is tenacious, he can't help but ooze beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead, biting his lower lip until the skin breaks and the blood flows.

What's more, he's still in the midst of a fierce battle!

Zheng Tu is a person, the most pragmatic, to this point, you don't have to care about any reputation, the Zheng family's vitality is only this line, naturally take advantage of his life, ask for his life, make ruthless moves, and kill again and again in the boos.

Feng Ziyue fought and retreated, but the stuffy breath in his chest never turned around. And the two sharp pains in his body are also getting worse, making him even more powerless to raise his sword, if it weren't for the support of an unyielding fighting intent, I am afraid that under Zheng Tu's fierce offensive, he will not be able to hold up for thirty moves!

"I didn't expect that Zheng Tu was deeply hidden, and he actually reached this realm!"

Feng Tianhe's face was solemn, and there was inevitably anxiety and hesitation in his eyes.

Although after Feng Ziyue defeated Zheng Long, the Feng family was no longer in danger of extinction, but now Feng Tianhe was most worried about Feng Ziyue's safety.

This amazing grandson is the future of the Feng family - no, since the family split, Feng Tianhe has seen through it, and no longer regards the family as the most important, and now, he is like an ordinary grandfather, just worried about his beloved grandson.

As long as the family can be safe and happy, it doesn't matter what the glory of the family is!

The old man prayed silently in his heart, hanging a heart for his grandson, and never let go.

Zheng Tu's strength was originally one line behind him, but after ten years, he finally broke through this hurdle and reached the realm of the third layer of Wuzun.

After Wuzun, the way of martial arts has almost reached its peak, and it is even more difficult to go further.

But there are always people who can go one step further, and each step is very different from the people in the next layer.

In Wuyang City, everyone knows that Fengtianhe's cultivation is one line higher than Zheng Tu's, and Zhuge Dan is one line higher than Fengtianhe.

The difference between this line is like the world, although it is the same as the respect of Wuzun, but when it is a fight, it is a moat that can never be crossed.

Zheng Tu is the second layer of Wuzun, Fengtianhe is the third layer of Wuzun, and as for Zhuge Dan, it is roughly estimated to be the fourth layer of Wuzun.

It's not far off, but when it's really a fight, it's a bad move.

But now, Zheng Tu doesn't know what he understands, he actually broke through the third layer of Wuzun in one fell swoop, and his current strength, compared with the intact Fengtianhe, is also on par, if he really fights, I don't know who will kill the deer!

And the opponent in front of him was Feng Ziyue, who had fought twice in a row, was secretly wounded, and was already a tired soldier!

In Zheng Tu's ferocious offensive, Feng Ziyue was like a small boat in the angry waves, in danger of capsizing at any time!

Zheng Tu laughed again and again, and as soon as he slapped his palm, there was an infinite fire, Feng Ziyue couldn't avoid it, his robe was burned, and he quickly rolled on the spot and extinguished the flames, but he was also attacked by Zheng Tu's palm wind, slashing his left arm, and on the white clothes, there were blood marks!

"Yue'er!"

"Little Fengzi!"

"Wind Boy!"

Chu Hongyu, Qi Xiaodie, Zhuge Lian, everyone in the audience who cared about Feng Ziyue couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

(Thank you Silver Moon Qinglian and Dust Feather Falling for the tip!)