"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Two figures on the dilapidated street were as fast as lightning, constantly colliding and bombarding each other, causing sparks to fly. The magic sword blooming with black light and the spiritual sword flashing with green light were constantly clashing.
The young man named Yun Tianfeng fell backward and fell to the wall of the street, his face flushed.
"There's something wrong with this knife!"
Wantong's blockade naturally led to a fight. At Yun Tianfeng's request, Murong Yu and Jiang Chuyao had already gone around to the east city gate to save people, while Yun Tianfeng stayed to fight Wantong alone.
But as the fight continued, Yun Tianfeng had doubts.
Wantong is the genius in Wanhua Palace who is second only to Shao Baihua. However, in the beginning of the fight, Wantong, who was at the second level of the fourth realm, did not put much pressure on Yun Tianfeng. This made Yun Tianfeng feel incredible. .
When the fight reached this point, the pressure on Yun Tianfeng increased unknowingly and became heavier and heavier.
"It seems that you have noticed it, but I have to tell you regretfully that it is useless even if you notice it, you are destined to die!"
Wantong was also panting violently. The high-intensity and fast-paced battle made him unexpectedly surprised by Yun Tianfeng's continuous internal energy, but that was all. He was confident and believed that he had a chance to win. .
After receiving Wantong's recognition, Yuntianfeng's expression became more solemn.
From the beginning of the fight until now, Wantong has been head-on, without even using a single magic spell. This is extremely unreasonable.
But now, the answer has emerged in Yun Tianfeng's mind.
The problem is Wantong's knife.
"This magic sword becomes stronger when it is strong and becomes weak when it is weak. It can always maintain a killing power similar to that of the opponent. It is also because of this that I did not feel the difference in realm combat power between you and me from the beginning."
"But in fact, every time the swords collide, your magic sword will secretly affect the flow rate of my blood. It's just that this acceleration process is relatively subtle and slow, and it will not be noticed easily."
"The longer I fight with you and the more times the swords collide, the faster my blood flow will be, which will increase the burden on my body, and my internal organs will be on the verge of collapse, which will affect my own performance of martial arts. The more intense the martial arts, the more likely it is to detonate. The hidden danger of my own state is that if I don't check it for a moment, I can easily turn from murder to suicide when using high-intensity martial arts!"
Yun Tianfeng whispered, revealing the secret of Wantong's magic sword, which was both heaven-defying and useless.
The weak point is that Wantong's killing power is limited in the initial fight. There is a chance that the ship will capsize in the ditch and be killed by the opponent in the early stage of the fight.
The counter-intuitive thing is that as the fighting time prolongs, Wantong's advantage will become more and more obvious, and the opponent will have more and more scruples, and many high-intensity martial arts will not be dared to be used. This is tantamount to tying one's hands. The legs become weaker and weaker as they are hit, and in the end they can be killed by Wantong as easily as ants are crushed to death.
"It's too late. I've heard of your glorious deeds in defeating Zhu Di in Xingyue Valley with one sword at the old site of Changgemen. I've long known that you have a terrifying martial art that can kill a thousand enemies and damage yourself eight hundred. But now, you still Do you dare to use it? Facing Zhu Di, the move you used when you were at your peak almost killed yourself. Now that the endurance of your internal organs has reached the critical point, do you still dare to use that move? "
A proud smile appeared on Wantong's face.
Although the Three Thousand Miscellaneous Sect is not actually a weak force, the name is not pleasant, and it cannot compare with the largest sect in the world like Kunlun.
But now, as a disciple of the Wanhua Palace among the Three Thousand Miscellaneous Sects, I can use my knowledge to push the Kunlun disciples into desperate situations. What a glorious deed and what a great achievement.
Now, there is only one last step left. As long as he takes off the Kunlun disciple's head, his name will be spread throughout the world, even overshadowing that arrogant bastard Shao Baihua. He will also have the opportunity to regain his identity as the Daozi of Wanhua Palace. Just thinking about it makes me excited.
"Bang!"
In the excitement, Wantong's fighting spirit was high. He opened and closed the magic knife in his hand, and began to suppress Yun Tianfeng with a crazy output, slashing wildly. He didn't even need any tactics, he just attacked savagely, forcing Yun Tianfeng to resist passively. Continue to speed up Yun Tianfeng's blood flow.
"trouble!"
Yuntian Feng had no expression on his face and blocked passively, feeling quite irritable in his heart.
If one's own spiritual power can be used, with the exquisiteness of Kunlun's magic, it will not be difficult at all to defeat Wantong's special magic.
But now, only martial arts methods can be used, and the internal energy movement of the meridians will be subject to various restrictions, which is really passive.
"puff!"
Wantong attacked fiercely like a violent storm. Yun Tianfeng blocked more and more frequently, and the blood flow rate increased sharply, forming a huge pressure on blood vessels. After all, a blood vessel on the right arm holding the sword could not bear it, and it exploded first, and a large number of Blood spurted out.
Yun Tianfeng stopped the bleeding with martial arts acupoints, and used his spiritual consciousness to calculate the battle rhythm at high intensity, avoiding the collision of swords as much as possible, and mainly dodging.
However, Wantong's level was higher, and even though Yun Tianfeng was fighting with pressure, he still had to clash with his sword several times, and the blood vessels that were already on the verge of breaking out exploded in many places, such as his finger joints and temples.
After a while, more capillaries on Yun Tianfeng's skin exploded one after another, and the blood stained his whole body. The situation was extremely tragic.
"I knew I should have used [Thousand Mountains] from the beginning, but now I can't even use it!"
Yun Tianfeng felt a little bitter in his heart. When facing Wantong, he let Murong Yu and Jiang Chuyao go first because the Tai Chi diagram formed by the sea of Qi in Dantian could forcibly increase his killing power at critical moments. This was his confidence.
But he never expected that Wantong's sword would be so effective. If he were to use the Tai Chi Diagram to transform his internal energy, he would be exploded before even using his sword skills.
This is also the reason why Yun Tianfeng did not explode directly at the beginning. Although the powerful internal force beyond his own level can provide Yun Tianfeng with powerful killing power, it is also a burden on the body. If it is not necessary, it is easily unsuitable to use it.
It is precisely because of this level of scruples that the best opportunities are missed.
"Yun Tianfeng, why are you so sad now? Where was your previous arrogance? It's really disgusting!"
The more Wantong fights, the more excited he becomes, and the more he fights, the more emotional he becomes, and he even has the energy to provoke and ridicule, as if Yun Tianfeng is already a piece of meat on his chopping board, and his life and death are at the mercy of him.
"Bang!"
After the knife hit and bounced up, Wantong kicked Yun Tianfeng in the chest so hard that Yun Tianfeng's body was ejected, causing a house to collapse.
In the ruins of the house, Yun Tianfeng pushed away the stones and wood that were pressing on him. He tried to use the purification ability of the Qingxuan Sword, but because his spiritual power could not be used, the purification effect of the Qingxuan Sword's instinct was very weak and could not be used. Completely purify the negative effects caused by the opponent's magic.
"It shouldn't be!"
Yun Tianfeng was confused. The Qingxuan Sword was one of the top ten spiritual swords. Even if it was only for instinctive purification, it should not be afraid of the contamination of the fourth level demon cultivator's magic spells. But now the effect was extremely weak. Not to mention expelling the purification, even suppressing it. It's hard.
"It's not magic, this is...a curse!"
Soon, Yun Tianfeng raised his eyebrows and discovered the problem.
Looking at the world, whether it is heresy, fairy magic, or demonic pollution, they can all overcome each other after all.
But there are only two abilities that are extremely difficult, giving almost all practitioners a headache and avoiding them.
That is curses and witchcraft.
The curse is mysterious and coincides with some dark rules, and the witchcraft is bizarre and has been inherited from the prehistoric era. They are extremely rare special methods and are very troublesome to resolve.
This is undoubtedly a very difficult problem for Yun Tianfeng.
"Hey, the Kunlun disciple who is attracting the attention of thousands of people is actually in a daze. I thought you would take the opportunity to tuck your tail and run away!"
Wantong came for him, using the magic knife in his hand to pick apart the building debris that blocked his view, his eyes filled with excitement and fanaticism.
"boom!"
The two men clashed again. Yun Tianfeng moved slower and slower, and the pressure inside his body increased. He began to fall into the disadvantage. He was continuously knocked away by Wantong, smashing one house after another, and half of the street was covered with debris. There were potholes and lots of blood traces everywhere.
Soon, Yun Tianfeng was forced into an alley with a dead end and no way to retreat.
Wantong dragged the magic path slowly, not very fast, which increased the pressure on Yun Tianfeng's heart.
"Kunlun disciple? Damn it. With your three-legged cat skills, you killed the sixth elder of the Lianxin Sect. It's a joke. If you guessed it right, it was Feiyunlou's idea, right? They killed the sixth elder of the Lianxin Sect, and then I will transfer all the credit to you, let you shine brightly, and give you an extra layer of amulet. Unfortunately, tonight is doomed that all their efforts will be in vain. I, Wantong, will immediately cut off your head and go to the Beast Palace to claim it. Reward and become the most dazzling existence in the world."
Yun Tianfeng raised his head and looked coldly at Wantong, who was standing taller.
At this moment, Wantong stood at the entrance of the alley. The moonlight behind him stretched his shadow very long, covering Yun Tianfeng like a quilt, as if he was tall and unshakable.
Is it really going to happen here today?
Yun Tianfeng felt heavy in his heart. If he could survive, this time would be a good lesson.
The trump card may not always be safe until the end.
"After all, you are also the last disciple of Kunlun. Oh, no, you are the only one left in Kunlun. You are either the leader or the acting leader. Hahahaha, I, Wantong, will personally kill the last leader of Kunlun and end the Kunlun era. , Ten states in the world will remember my name, Wantong, now I give you the last chance to say your last words, I, Wantong, promise that I will tell the world for you."
Facing Wantong's almost fanatical chatter, Yun Tianfeng took a deep breath to try to regain his composure, looked down at the Qingxuan Sword in his hand, and then turned to look in the direction of Kunlun.
Perhaps, the only option is to let Rilun take action, but if that is the case, and his identity as Kunlun is stripped away, will he still have the face to visit Master Kunlunzi's grave in the future?
"Boy, how about a deal?"
Suddenly, at this moment, a strange voice sounded in Yun Tianfeng's mind.
Yun Tianfeng tensed up and immediately looked around, but saw no one.
"Stop looking, you can't see me. How about making a deal. As long as you nod your head and become my registered disciple, I will teach you how to kill this devilish boy."
