The two people in the fight didn't think so. Their nerves were tense, and no one dared to relax.
Wen Moyin's two puppets kept wandering around Peng Wen. Peng Wen looked forward and backward, left and right. Although he did not suffer any fatal injuries, there were actually several wounds behind him or in front of him. bloodstain.
However, Wen Moyin was not much better. Her entire right arm was exposed, and her entire right sleeve had been cut by Peng Wen's jade flute, and it was scattered to unknown places.
On the right arm, multiple sword cuts can also be seen. Wen Moyin was not Gu Xiaotian. She had strong self-healing ability. Unknowingly, the offensive power of the puppet controlled by her right hand was obviously not as good as that of the puppet controlled by her left hand.
However, this was not a problem for Wen Moyin. She now had the advantage of having "more people". She used the puppet on the right to conduct a feint attack, and the puppet on the left to conduct the main attack. She would ignite the talisman paper from time to time in the rear and activate the talisman for assistance.
Peng Wen slowly pulled away a lot, and Wen Moyin didn't rush to chase him.
Both of them were obviously nervous for too long, and both wanted to rest for a while. Peng Wen had already made concessions, and Wen Moyin naturally got some breathing space.
Peng Wen stood in the distance, touched the wound on his body, wiped the blood from the wound with his finger, slowly put it on the tip of his tongue and licked it, then smiled and said: "Wen Moyin, if you and I continue to fight like this, why When is the head?"
Wen Moyin also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled calmly: "After all, it is you Peng Wen who I am facing, so naturally I have to be careful."
Peng Wen, who was standing far away, held the jade flute and wiped it on his clothes a few times, wiping the blood on the jade flute. Then he looked at Gu Xiaotian who had fainted from exhaustion and Lu Zian who had put away the knife on the other side. He also Knowing this, Lu Zian seemed to have no intention of continuing to cooperate with him.
However, it doesn't matter, after all, the two of them are just using each other, and he and Lu Zi'an each get what they want.
His purpose of entering Oju Haishan this time was clear from the beginning. What he wanted was the opportunity in the secret realm.
This is the critical moment for him to break through the Autumn Water Realm. If he is not careful, he may be counterattacked by the true energy, and his cultivation will stagnate and require a lot of time to recover.
Naturally, Peng Wen couldn't afford to wait. After all, he would be responsible for the entire Peng family in Kyoto in the future, not just himself.
Wen Moyin also observed the situation on another battlefield, and felt relieved knowing that Gu Xiaotian and the others would not be in any danger for the time being.
Peng Wen no longer hesitated and took a big step forward, "If we delay it, I'm afraid it will be dawn."
I don’t know when it started, but the rain stopped.
Peng Wen silently put the jade flute to his mouth and blew the jade flute gently, and a melodious music came out.
Wen Moyin reacted quickly and immediately blocked his ears with his hands. He understood that Peng Wen was trying to attack his heart!
Yihua Palace's unique skill - killing flowers with just one thought!
When you first listen to it, it is a melodious song, but if you get into the artistic conception of this song, you will fall into a fantasy and face your own inner demons.
Everyone has inner demons, and inner demons are often the most difficult things to get rid of in this world.
How many heroes and heroes have fallen in front of their own inner demons.
Peng Wen stood far away, slowly closing his eyes, and quietly played the song "Flowers Kill a Thought", and his whole aura changed instantly.
At this moment, he no longer looked like the murderous god before, but more like a man of letters, playing a beautiful piece of music that could make people clap their hands and marvel.
Wen Moyin could only cover her ears tightly at this time. Gu Xiaotian and others were some distance away from Peng Wen and were not easily disturbed. However, the distance between her and Peng Wen was only two feet, so she could naturally hear the music clearly. However, this also restricted Wen Moyin's moves. At this moment, Peng Wen restricted her hands.
The two puppets that were originally invincible in the same realm were now like two wooden lumps, standing blankly on both sides of Wen Moyin.
Even though Wen Moyin tried his best to block his ears, he could still hear a few sounds of music.
As the music entered his ears, Wen Moyin's consciousness became blurred, and the hands that blocked his ears unconsciously relaxed a little bit, as if he would fall into an illusion in the next second.
At this moment, Peng Wen took control of the battlefield so lightly.
Wen Moyin shook his head violently,
He immediately took out a hand and suddenly touched the depression behind his earlobe, temporarily sealing his Yifeng point and weakening his hearing.
This move also freed up Wen Moyin's hands, and he immediately controlled the two puppets to move forward.
She thought this was the best time. At this moment, Peng Wen could only concentrate on playing the music, just like a wooden rake.
But she thought wrong. The two puppets arrived at Peng Wen's side. The moment they made the move, Peng Wen closed his eyes tightly, stepped lightly, and suddenly jumped into the sky.
Wen Moyin didn't have any extra hesitation, and immediately controlled the puppet to pursue him. However, Peng Wen was still playing the music, and there was no sign of any disturbance at all.
In the air, no matter what direction the two puppets attacked from, Peng Wen easily dodged them.
Soon, Peng Wen fell back to the ground, and the puppets continued their offensive. The silver threads in the hands of the two puppets flashed out again, heading towards Peng Wen's vitals.
At this time, Peng Wen leaned up, then knelt on his knees, and actually slid a short distance on the ground and went around behind the puppet. This move of the two puppets failed. When they turned around, Peng Wen suddenly extended his kick and swept the right puppet with a whip kick, kicking the right puppet to pieces.
The right puppet suddenly fell apart, and there was no possibility of fighting anymore.
Two puppets who were invincible in the same realm were actually disabled by Peng Wen, just like cutting off a human arm.
Wen Moyin sighed. It took her a long time and a lot of effort to make these two puppets. In any case, she never expected that someone could be in the same realm as herself and be able to destroy them. Drop one of your own puppets.
The time limit for tapping the Yifeng point is about to come, and I can already vaguely hear the sound of music in my ears, but I can't even hurt Peng Wen. How terrifying is Peng Wen's strength!
When the music came to her ears, Wen Moyin found that her hands were shaking uncontrollably and she couldn't control them at all.
Wen Moyin didn't want to use this last trump card, because once this trump card is played, no matter what the result is, his true energy will dissipate at the last moment, and it will take at least three months to recover!
Although her master Wu Kong explicitly prohibited Wen Moyin from using this talisman because it would cause too much damage to his future exploration of martial arts.
You know, if you don't study martial arts for three months, your fallen cultivation will not only take three months to catch up.
But at this moment, she had no choice. Without a puppet, it was like a dream to defeat Peng Wen in front of her.
Wen Moyin silently took out the talisman paper from the innermost side of his pocket, clapped his hands violently, and muttered something.
In an instant, the golden light of the talisman rose and soared into the sky.
Duan Peng saw it clearly from a distance, and he immediately understood what was going on as he usually read a lot of books.
He understood that Wen Moyin, who seemed to be omnipotent these days, was now forced into a desperate situation.
Alan and Wen Moyin are old friends, so she naturally knows the consequences of this move. When Wen Moyin used this trick and was injured, he had no time to take Wen Moyin to Xuandan Peak for treatment. Even Tong Wuqi was unable to use the elixir to revive Wen Moyin, which shows that the consequences were serious.
Alan ignored Gu Xiaotian and hurriedly ran in the direction of Wen Moyin. But as soon as he heard a song, he immediately stood still and squatted down in pain while holding his head.
Fortunately, Duan Peng also followed behind. With quick hands and eyes, he immediately covered one ear and pulled Alan back to his side.
Peng Wen was still playing, and the music reached its climax. The sound became stronger and more cheerful.
After the golden light of the talisman reached the sky, Wen Moyin gritted his teeth, and a golden dharma image appeared behind Wen Moyin.
The body of this Dharma is golden, with angry eyes wide open, holding a pestle in the left hand and a whip in the right hand.
One foot hit the ground, the other lifted up, and his body swayed slightly. A terrifying coercion directly enveloped the entire courtyard. Even Gu Xiaotian and others in the distance were affected by the coercion. Fortunately, Lu Zi'an He and Duan Peng immediately worked together to build a wall of infuriating energy, temporarily resisting the pressure.
But Peng Wen, who was at the other end, was not so lucky. Peng Wen, who was originally calm and contented, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and the music became chaotic.
Wen Moyin put his hands together and moved his two fingers forward slightly. Faxiang immediately faced forward and used his right hand to whip out a whip, moving the trees in the entire courtyard.
Bang bang bang!
All the trees in the courtyard exploded in an instant and turned into powder.
Peng Wen's face looked extremely ugly at this time, and he was horrified: "This Wen Moyin actually wants to risk his life with me!"
It was just a secret realm. Peng Wen felt that risking his life was really not worth it, and the music suddenly stopped at this moment. He immediately put down the jade flute and wanted to turn around and retreat without hesitation.
But it was too late.
Wen Moyin snorted coldly, "Want to escape? Peng Wen, I will definitely compete with you today!"
Peng Wen was so suppressed that he couldn't move forward. He quickly turned around and cursed: "You crazy woman, let's count you as the winner today. If you take back this Heavenly King's Faxiang now, you may still have room for tact. In this situation, If you go down, all your energy will be gone!"
Wen Moyin ignored it and raised his right hand slightly, pressing it down slightly.
The King of Heaven opened his mouth and spat out a stream of real fire, turning into a fire dragon in the sky!
Peng Wen quickly waved his Xiao Yungong, and a blue thread lingered around him.
The claws hit the blue silk thread, and effortlessly tore the blue silk thread apart. They moved forward together and scratched Peng Wen's chest with one claw.
Peng Wen immediately flew backwards, blood surged in his throat, and he vomited most of it in one gulp.
At this time, Peng Wen knew that he was powerless against the enemy and quickly begged for mercy: "Wen Mo is from the same family as Bahuang. How can we do things so resolutely?"
Wen Moyin ignored it, and then stepped out with another foot. At this moment, the entire Heavenly King's Dharma was shot out with one palm.
The palm of the Heavenly King's Faxiang instantly condensed into a void handprint in the air, and slapped it hard towards Peng Wen.
At this moment, the world within the secret realm seemed to be still.
By the time the explosion sounded, the void handprint had disappeared.
Boom!
In the courtyard, dust was flying, and a huge pit appeared where Peng Wen was. The whole person was lying in the deep pit, the jade flute had become shattered, the hand holding the jade flute was twisted at an extremely weird angle, and he was covered in blood, turning into a bloody man.
When the dust completely dispersed, Wen Moyin fell limply to the ground, exhausted.
It’s clear who wins and who loses.
