Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1125: At a Loss
If the coal mine explodes, adjust all muscles and bones to the best state. You Feng raised his elbow, punched the space, and the wind whistled. This was a powerful Sword Light that directly struck closely like a dragon, launching a fierce attack against the incoming dust one by one.
Bursting through, strengthening the opponent's defense, approaching an outbreak, three sets of continuous attacks, one move used thrice, three methods, three forces, succeeded in one go.
This is the essence of Baji!
When I first saw that Martial Artist on Mang Mountain, I felt there was something to learn. Ye Fengsheng thought of this. Now, he had lost his Spiritual Spirit, and this body, tempered by spiritual power, should try his best to expand the legacy of Baji.
Facing Fang Du, deceiving him, using all his strength, placing both hands on the feet. All attacks aimed at Ye Fengsheng's neck were fierce, intended to kill!
But I don't think this is exactly what Ye Fengsheng wanted!
The Baji Fist was incredibly powerful with explosive force, each punch like a missile explosion, the power spreading in all directions, uncontrollably blasting out like a dragon, like a punch.
When they got close, hitting each other about ten times, the three forces overlapped, Ye Feng's evil thought flashed before his eyes, and the three forces sprayed against each other.
In perfect silence.
Looking at the two big holes on the ground, people looked at each other, not daring to move forward for a long time.
Dust could not be seen in front of the mountain and water, abruptly standing up, panting and devouring the mountains and rivers, comparable to the fierce battle against Ye Fengsheng. Only then can we fight like that, with flesh and blood, brilliantly extraordinary, reviving all our spirits!
Most of the people in the arena were men, and they were already bloody. Such a simple yet brutal battle made their blood boil, their hearts tense over who could win the match, Fang Chen or Ye Fengsheng.
Now, finally reaching the explosion point, obviously, victory or defeat had been decided, what they wanted to know more was the dragon's sound, Ye and the Phoenix River on the other side finally had higher international chess, Fang or Dust, a great hidden talent, almighty!
Ziyuan, what happened? Why is there a grab…"
The people who swarmed out from the garden were deeply impressed by the voice, or perhaps it was the pair of unforgettable thunderous sounds. They stood there, at a loss.
"King of Chu, what's wrong with this? How did Mr. Ye and Fang get into a fight?"
Someone asked loudly, puzzled.
Chu Ziyuan was awakened by others' silence. After a while, he hurriedly opened his mouth, a group of black-clothed men said, "Hurry and help Fang Dan up, and you go get Ye Feng's voice for me..."
The voice abruptly stopped, the figure splashed with mud tremblingly stood up, looking at the blue sky. He slowly wiped the dust off his face, revealing a young tender face.
"You Feng's voice!"
Chu Ziyuan recognized him, gritting his teeth, wanting to tear Ye Fengsheng's body to pieces, but he dared not move even half a piece.
Stumbling, Ye Fengsheng reached out to cover his big mouth, without the protection of spiritual power. Fang Dun's heavy punch had just broken a bone, even injuring the internal organs. Without promoting Jiedan, the level of physical training would be much higher than building the border. I fear now is the end of the heart explosion and sudden death on the spot.
Ye Feng ordered the pain in his internal organs to feed back to the nerves, wiped away the uncontrollable blood from the corner of his mouth, walked to where Fang Du was, looking at the face he had grown up with, silent.
Fang Chen is not as clumsy as Ye Fengsheng's voice.
Even if he suppresses spiritual power within, it is only suppression. When the body suffers a fatal injury, the spiritual power will automatically slow the damage and repair the wounded parts.
Fang Du knew Ye Feng's voice was getting closer, did not speak. He looked up at the blue sky with drifting light clouds, his eyes slightly twitching.
"I won," he said.
The black and red blood, because of Ye Fengsheng's bared white teeth, covered a layer of penetrating color, uncontrollable blood dripped from his mouth onto Ye Fengsheng's chin, coloring his skirt, and also painting a layer of terror on the black earth.
His words were still cold, but even outsiders could feel the pain: "You should tell me why you did this."
"Does this make sense?"
Fang Du turned his head, looking at the wolf-faced voice of Ye Fengsheng. "I have died twice. I am not as good as you. Let's do it."
Even at this moment, he was still a Righteous Sect, open and dignified Fang Chen. Since he failed, there was reason to die, to do his own thing, should repay himself.
"I want to know why."
Ye Fengsheng's voice was slightly choked, as blood kept pouring out of his throat, but his words were still serious: "What exactly did you see with your own eyes that you must come to seek revenge against me."
"Shout"
Chang Wen exhaled a muddy breath, as if Fang Du put something down, he opened his mouth self-deprecatingly: "The ancients are really good. I don't know how many Monks want to go in. Only I was trembling at home, cautious in my actions. I dared not overstep a penny. You may not know, even when I was by your side, I was planning for your future. If your people wanted to kill me, they could come out and save my life, as regarded as the industry of ancient times.
Ye Fengsheng no longer spoke, just quietly looked at Fang Dun's familiar face, waiting for his next words.
"I suffered in ancient times for eight years. Every day of those eight years, I worried about whether the people of Ye Family would kill me, whether they would find a trace and clues from yesterday's behavior, so that I would know I want revenge and kill me! Even in sleep, I stayed vigilant! I always worried I would reveal traces!"
Until four years ago, I was finally free, and you finally allowed me to go, so I left prison for eight years without looking back and returned to this world.
The sharp blade of the sword was in front of us, and even the sharp edge of the air reluctantly avoided contact. Behind you Fengsheng was a man in a black long robe, who did not know when he arrived, and the red half behind him had a beautiful face but somewhat haggard.
The huge spiritual wave, like an air-to-ground missile, hit and bombarded, and the torrent of spiritual energy when Ye Fengsheng's body was completely unable to resist half the capacity flew out in mid-air randomly after a collision was cut off by Zhang Er's reaction.
"Boom!"
Stepping out, Fang Chen calmed down in the fury of spiritual energy, the palm of the brown-red dagger was slowly rotating in a strange frequency, continuously extending black lines down from the palm, climbing up along the sword body, converging at the sword tip.
After a while, it turned out to be a pure black snow lotus, bright in color!
On the other hand, the man in the black robe was standing still, his black eyes scanning back and forth between the dust and Ye Feng's voice. After a while, his original suspicion turned into an "I see."
"Fang…" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
The man in black just opened his mouth when Fang Du had already been stabbed. After the sword-sharp battle, the beautiful pure black snow lotus turned into lime powder, and pursued Fang Du's shadow. At this time, Fang Du's attack pulled out the pitted mud. The huge mud and sand splashed around in a random manner.
Dozens of meters away, but in the blink of an eye, under Fang Du's attack, the sharp blade had already rushed to the man in black.
Fang Chen! If you violate the contract, you cannot betray!"
The man in black flew up from the sky, his black robe blooming like a Roc, gliding like a glider, slowly wandering in the sky. At first glance, it looked like a homeless lonely ghost!
Where he originally was, under Fang Du's sharpness, there was a moment of purity.
This is a sign of deprived air! Under Fang Dun's sword, even the air succumbed, unable to reunite for a long time.
Holding the sword handle, his palms slightly trembled, Fang Chen turned around, his cold gaze making people feel cold at first glance!
"Betrayal?"
"Haha…"
"Fake!"
