As the war lasted longer, Zhufeng and Xian Qingyun, who were fighting against Xian Qingfeng, were breathing heavily, and their clothes were already wet with sweat.
Consuming fluid energy for such a long period of time is a test of their own physical fitness. In addition, they must always be wary of the threat posed by the divine sword in Xian Qingfeng's hand.
Currently, the two's strength, speed, reaction, etc. are all seriously declining, and Xian Qingfeng is no exception.
But compared to Zhufeng and Xian Qingyun, he still had an absolute advantage and showed no signs of defeat.
Xian Qingfeng slashed his sword horizontally. Xian Qingyun bent his legs and dodged on his back. The moment he stood up, Xian Qingfeng kicked him in the heart and flew backwards with blood vomiting from his mouth.
Zhufeng found the right moment and kicked Xian Qingfeng on the back, but he only staggered forward a few steps, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He was not as embarrassed as Xian Qingyun.
Of course, it's not that Xian Qingfeng is too strong, it's just that Zhufeng's physical skills are too weak, and the impact on him is very limited.
After being kicked, Xian Qingfeng turned around suddenly and stared at Zhufeng expressionlessly. At this moment, Xian Qingyun stabbed Xian Qingfeng from behind with a long sword in his hand.
clang!
There was a crisp collision sound, and just like last time, under the blade of the divine sword, the weapon in Xian Qingyun's hand was completely unable to resist it, and it broke with the sound.
Xian Qingfeng kicked him in the face, and the teeth in the latter's mouth shattered instantly. Xian Qingyun rolled on the sand for an unknown number of times, and did not stop rolling until his body hit the sand wall.
boom!
When the two of them were fighting, Zhufeng punched Xian Qingfeng in the head, but was blocked by a force of reincarnation. There was only a click sound, hitting the barrier he had condensed.
Xian Qingfeng turned around, Zhufeng backed away without hesitation, and immediately chose to distance himself from him.
If they were close to him, judging from Zhufeng's current physical condition, there would be no time to dodge his sword moves, so he would stay away from him.
Whoops!
Zhufeng's face was covered with sweat, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and secretly said, Damn it! If I hadn't been strong enough, I would have killed him long ago.
Xian Qingyun does not have his ghost body skills, and every attack will be blocked by Xian Qingfeng, so only he can touch Xian Qingfeng, but his physical skills are too weak and cannot pose a threat to Xian Qingfeng, so the battle situation It has been delayed until now and has not ended yet.
After this battle, Zhufeng realized his own weaknesses. He only regretted that he only focused on studying the art of divination and ignored the importance of physical skills.
Zhufeng looked at his hands and said regretfully, "It would be great if I could have the power of Pei Yuan."
Although Pei Yuan's body skills are not as good as his, but in terms of explosive power of physical skills, he is far behind him. To put it bluntly, Pei Yuan's full punch is enough to seriously injure Zhufeng and even kill him. Fate, just like when he was in the mine, Pei Yuan only used one move, and Zhufeng fell to the ring bleeding from all his orifices.
When he thought of this, Zhufeng said excitedly: "I can do it! I can definitely do it!"
"I have the unique body skills of Feng Shen Mansion. If I practice my physical skills to a certain level, I will have a chance to defeat Xian Qingfeng even if I fight alone."
A gust of cold wind blew by, and he immediately raised his head and looked forward. His pupils suddenly widened, and he looked at the sword edge piercing his chest in panic. He immediately dodged sideways.
But unfortunately, he dodged Xian Qingfeng's sword edge, but received his kick.
puff!
Xian Qingfeng kicked him hard on the chest. Zhufeng vomited blood and immediately fell on his back on the sand.
Although Xian Qingfeng's kick did not contain the power of reincarnation, Zhufeng was already a little exhausted, and now that he received his kick, it could be said that he had basically lost all his combat power.
Suddenly, Zhufeng's eyes flashed with white light, and he was stunned. He looked at Xian Qingfeng who had raised the divine sword with a blank expression, and said regretfully: "Damn it! Damn it!"
When he saw the sword swung down, Zhufeng's eyes were filled with tears. He covered his face with his palms and shouted with a trembling body: "Damn it!!! Damn it!"
Just when the sword blade was still an inch away from Zhufeng's neck, the cold wind blew across his face. He closed his eyes nervously, as if he expected that his head would be missing in the next moment, and his trembling body stopped shaking. .
I don't know how long it took, but he was lying on his back on the sand with no intention of getting up. He just lay there quietly like a dead person. He didn't even know that he was still alive.
Zi Yang, who kicked Xian Qingfeng, smiled and said, "Zhu Feng, how long do you want to lie here?"
After hearing his voice, Zhufeng blinked, then immediately moved his palms away from his face, stared closely into Ziyang's eyes, and sobbed: "Ziyang, I knew you would definitely come to save me. .”
Zi Yang didn't give him face, and said directly: "Come on, you were waiting for death just now, how could you think of me coming to save you?"
Zhufeng wiped away his tears and said carefully: "Zi Yang, the moment Xian Qingfeng swung his sword towards me, I saw a black shadow flash past, and then he punched Xian Qingfeng away. I I immediately understood that that person must be you."
As he spoke, he stood up with some difficulty, a smile on his face.
Zi Yang couldn't help but almost laughed out loud. He suppressed the laughter in his heart, nodded and said, "Sorry, the person you saw is not me. I used my feet. Just now I was a one-kick general." What was kicked away by the breeze was not the fist."
"Ah...this..." Zhufeng lowered his head in embarrassment. After a moment of silence, he smiled and said: "Ziyang, can you give me some face? Don't expose it like this. Me."
"It's okay if no one else hears this. But if Jia Zizi hears it, then where can I put my face?"
"Oh, okay, I'll be more careful next time. If I encounter this kind of situation again in the future, I won't expose you to your face." After saying this, Ziyang finally couldn't help it anymore and laughed directly in front of Zhufeng. laugh it out.
Zhufeng smiled a little stiffly and said to himself, next time? There won't be a next time. This kind of thing will never happen again.
The art of divination could not save him in a critical moment, which also made him determined. After leaving this place, he must practice physical skills hard and try to keep up with Pei Yuan and the others.
Otherwise, when he encounters a strong enemy, he will not be able to help even if he wants to, and may even drag everyone down.
After all, Zi Yang and Pei Yuan's physical skills were far superior to his, and Jia Juesheng's formations were incomparable to him. There was no need to talk about Xuan Yi's strength. Back then, he and Xuan Yi had witnessed it with their own eyes when they were in the Zhuliu Mountains. Saw it.
Among these people, he and Jia Juesheng were the weakest in physical skills, but Jia Juesheng was a formation master and was fully capable of helping Ziyang and the others, but he was different.
Although he possesses the magic weapon of Fengshen Mansion, Phantom Sky Wings, he does not have any means of attack. Apart from escaping, he has no other function at all. However, this does not mean that Fengshen Mansion is not strong, nor can it be said that Phantom Sky Wings are too weak. It is said that Zhufeng has not yet grasped its essence.
The divine weapons of the Divine Mansion each have their own unique uses. Zhufeng didn't even understand the attack methods of the Divine Mansion, and he had never even thought of using the power of the Divine Mansion to kill people before.
———
Wu Dao's big eyes stared at the battlefield quietly and said calmly: "Now, only the Crazy Demon Niu and Xian Qingfeng are left. If we don't take action and wait for Xian Qingfeng to die, our chance will be gone. "
The Divine Sword is powerful, but Xian Qingfeng's strength is limited, and the power that the Divine Sword can exert in his hands will also be greatly limited.
In Wu Daoda's heart, Xian Qingfeng's death was decided. Even if he had the divine sword in hand, his fate would be similar to that of Doukui, and he would be killed by Zi Yang sooner or later.
On the other hand, Hua Yao, Pei Yuan, Jia Juesheng, and Feijiu besieged the Crazy Demon Bull. Both sides were evenly matched, and the balance of the battle had not yet been broken.
If Xian Qingfeng dies, Ziyang, Xian Qingyun, and Zhufeng can join the battlefield again. At that time, all of them will work together to face the Crazy Demon Bull, who has almost no chance of winning.
Besides, with so many of them fighting the Crazy Demon Bull and Xian Qingfeng for a long time, it was the perfect opportunity to make a move.
Xiao Yuying's fierce eyes were fixed on Hua Yao, who was fighting the crazy demon cow, and she gritted her teeth and said coldly: "I don't care about other people, I only want that bitch's life!"
The corner of Huang Yu's mouth moved slightly, and he wanted to speak to persuade her again, but from her tone just now, it seemed that she would never give up until Hua Yao was killed, so he did not dare to persuade her again.
Wu Daoda smiled sinisterly and said confidently: "Don't worry, none of them can escape."
———
Behind Jia Juesheng, Qi Long, Lu Yu and others, as well as the two injured sect disciples, were resting.
Qi Long's face turned pale, he sat on the sand and looked at Qi Liang and asked: "How is he?"
Qi Liang placed the unconscious Lu Yu on the sand, shook his head and said: "The injury is very serious, I won't be able to wake up for a while."
"Alas!" Qi Long glanced at the surrounding disciples and said sadly: "This trip to the deserted ruins has really resulted in heavy casualties for us."
Currently, there are less than a hundred disciples from the Gui Sect and the Spirit Clan combined, and most of the disciples are seriously injured.
Qi Liang smiled sadly and comforted: "It's okay. Compared with the three sects of Sanwang Palace, Daofu and Jiange, we are already very lucky."
Fei Xiaoyuan hugged the sluggish Xiao Hai and asked with great joy: "Xiao Hai, are you feeling better?"
Xiaohai struggled to stand up in his arms and said, "I'm going to help Brother Ziyang."
Fei Xiaoyuan pressed down on his body and said patiently: "No, no need. Qiong Wenhuan and Doukui have been killed by Brother Ziyang. Now our only enemies are Crazy Demon Niu and Xian Qingfeng."
"So, you should take a good rest here, the battle will be over soon."
Xiao Hai said in disbelief: "The battle... is about to end?"
Fei Xiaoyuan was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he helped him up from the sand and let him see it by himself.
Xiaohai looked at Ziyang and others who were fighting to the death with the enemy. He held Fei Xiaoyuan's arm tightly with both hands and said with a happy smile: "It's great! It's great! It's finally over."
