Wrecked Sword Striking the Heaven

At the moment when Zhang Zhenhui rushed over, Zifeng's spiritual strength in the middle of the hall saw all Zhang Zhenhui's actions. Although his steps were calm, there was no organization to speak of. His vitality fluctuated according to the established route, and the endless cycle was almost all waving his wheel axe with the strength of his body.

If you guessed right, Zhang Zhenhui seldom practices Kung Fu, relying only on his powerful power.

It's true. Last night, Zhang Zhenhui was provoked by a cold-faced scholar: Guang Junlang was angry, but he fought hard against it. So is Na guangjunlang. Bullying Zhang Zhenhui is just a martial artist in the later stage of martial arts. When the judge's pen contacts Zhang Zhenhui's wheel axe. The originally expected scene did not appear. He was blown to a distance of 100 meters, and his strength was scattered. It was difficult to gather in a short time, so he was defeated.

Looking at Zhang Zhenhui who came from the sprint, Zifeng put back the talisman in his hand, took out the ink knife from the talisman bag, and met him fearlessly. Relying on physical strength, Zifeng is not bad!

Although you can't use your strength, don't forget that Zifeng has the pure power of the sea in his body. The light blue luster moistens Zifeng's four bones, and the whole person erupts unprecedented power.

"What does Zifeng want! Is he crazy? Without vitality, why should he fight with Wu Xiu? " Tang Yun looked at Zifeng on the stage and shouted.

Pei Zhen didn't speak. Under the perception of Emperor Wu, Zifeng really didn't have a fluctuation of vitality, "smelly boy, what are you doing!"

Wen Cheng sat on the high platform, his face covered with dark clouds, and no one would be calm after losing the seven spirit magic grass. After seeing Wu Chuan in the morning, Rao was his favorite disciple and was directly blown away by Wen Cheng! It's meaningless to question again! What he wants is to help the mud up the wall.

Today, there is also a gambling agreement with Fu Xiujian to be cashed. He doesn't understand what has happened recently. Everything is not going well. In the past few days, Dan Xiu's bad luck and arrogance left at this time?

When I looked back at the stage, I was stunned for a moment and turned to laugh, "ha ha ha, I'm so happy. What are you doing, dying? Elder Yan Wu, isn't this the way you Fuxiu fights? A young man without a trace of vitality in his body wants to get close to Wuxiu? Interesting, interesting. "

The sound of discussion did not stop Zifeng from moving forward. The incomplete ink knife hit the wheel axe hard, "bang" an invisible strong wind swept through, and the loud noise burst from the field

Tiger's mouth almost loosened, "happy!" Zifeng roared, and the ink knife dance began: chop, chop, lift, stab, open and close, just like the original felling of iron spruce in the boundless forest, pure physical attack.

The nervous look around him was relaxed after a blow. Zifeng looks like a man with such great power.

Wen Chengxiang's smiling voice suddenly stopped, "this, how is it possible? How can a man without vitality stop that blow!"

Joke, in front of haizhili, what's wrong with your natural divine power!

Zhang Zhenhui's eyes were shrouded in surprise. From small to large, no one could bear his full blow, but he didn't want to meet Zifeng here. So no longer worry, wheel axe quickly swing, no rules, no rules!

Zifeng deliberately doesn't use the sword technique. What he needs is a release.

Jumping up, the ink knife slashed hard at Zhang Zhenhui's head. The wheel axe swung upward, and they hit each other ferociously, and both stepped back.

Without a pause, he rushed up again. No defense, all the original attack moves!

A violent crash was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. This is another way of fighting. When fighting with the enemy and exhausting the vitality in the body, the most direct way is to have no gorgeous skills, thin vitality, but only the sound of pure physical confrontation.

"Bang" fought again. They each dodged away. Zifeng wiped the sweat on his forehead and was dressed in silver white runes.

Zhang Zhenhui can't seem to wait, "I'm going to use the skill, you have to be careful!" With that, the wheel axe was put away, the horse squatted deeply, the fist hole was open to the sky, and a force was formed slowly.

Zifeng smiled. Zhang Zhenhui just got the wheel axe a few days ago. There is no matching skill. The only thing he can do, just as Zifeng now perceives, is just a set of skill methods in the middle of the Yellow level, or lower.

He didn't come forward to interrupt. In fact, if Zhang Zhenhui used this skill against the enemy, he would have been defeated long ago. But every time the opponent despised his realm, the result of a rash fight was blown out of the field by an irresistible force.

Finally, a fiery fist shadow was displayed by Zhang Zhenhui. The fist shadow turned into a mottled giant Jiao at the moment of shooting, which was enough to see that Zhang Zhenhui's vitality was not pure.

At the moment Zhang Zhenhui punched, all the teenagers who had been defeated by him beat their chest and feet. Boy, you can pretend too much. Is it also a skill? I was defeated by him.

Zifeng pinched out a three-level explosive empty talisman and threw it at Ju Jiao. With a "poof" sound, they both disappeared. Zifeng still has two talismans in his hand. Zhang Zhenhui is not unreasonable. If Zifeng threw three talismans just when he was saving his moves, everything would have ended long ago. He would not stand here safely.

The simple and honest scratched his head and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves, "you won, you have great strength." The voice is sincere and there is nothing false.

He patted Zhang Zhenhui on the shoulder and put the two talismans in his hand on Zhang Zhenhui's hand. "Here you are. One of them is the wind flying talisman, which can let you fly in the sky for a quarter of an hour." Zifeng said faintly.

Zhang Zhenhui was pleasantly surprised. He heard that it was worth hundreds of thousands of Xuanshi. After seeing the scene of Zifeng competition, Zhang Zhenhui also had a small extravagant desire in his heart to get that one. He didn't want to realize it now, "thank you."

Waved his hand and put the ink knife behind him, "it's okay. If you want to write a talisman in the future, just find me."

With the footsteps of Zifeng. Once, no one laughed at the incomplete ink knife behind Zifeng. Zhang Zhenhui's identity token slowly fell into his hands in mid air, and the token engraved with Wu Zifeng's name climbed up one level without dispute.

The cup in Wen Cheng's hand was instantly crushed. He got up and was about to leave.

But will Yanwu promise? One dodged in front of Wen Cheng, his face was calm, but his heart was very happy!

"What to do! You should understand that it's no use talking more! " The faint voice, like a nightmare, entangled Wen Cheng for the rest of his life!