The wind Xi exerts a strong force on the Yuehua sword. The Yuehua sword bends in an instant and avoids Fu Zhaofeng's palm with its elastic force after bending.
Fu Zhaofeng did not know that Yuehua sword was actually a soft sword. When he was feeling about it, Feng Xi did not give him a breathing space. After falling steadily on the railing, he attacked Fu Zhaofeng directly.
Fu Zhaofeng quickly opened his folding fan and pulled out a fan bone with his right hand. It turned out to be a sharpened knife. Fu Zhaofeng sees the opportunity and throws it at Fengxi's wrist holding Yuehua sword. The wind Xi beautiful eyes a squint, left hand palm instantly condenses into a Lei Yuanzhu, toward that small knife to shoot, that knife instantly smashes.
Fu Shaoqi was dazzled at the stage because the wind and Fu Zhaofeng were moving too fast. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. However, as long as it is an individual, you can see that in this competition, Fengxi has always steadily suppressed Fu Zhaofeng. If there is no accident, Feng Xi must have won the contest.
Wind Xi's wrist moved and took a sword flower. Yuehua sword crossed a cold light in the air and attacked Fu Shaoqi sharply.
Fu Zhaofeng is not a vegetarian. Otherwise, he would not rashly propose to take the stage for his son. He would not have made such a decision if he was not sure.
Fu Zhaofeng opened his fan and looked at the sword coming from the wind, but he didn't dodge. Just when Fengxi felt something was wrong, Fu Zhaofeng pushed the fan forward and sandwiched the windy Yuehua sword in the middle. When the fan closes, the Yuehua sword is clamped by the fan and can't move.
"Bad." Bai Li Valley Snow's heart is tight. I feel nervous when I see the windy Yuehua sword on the training platform is clamped.
Feng Xi tried hard to pull the Yuehua sword out of the gap of the fan. However, Fu Zhaofeng was holding it tightly and didn't want to let go.
Wind Xi eyes a touch of cold, a sneer. Does Fu Zhaofeng think he is capable of this?
With this thought in mind, Fengxi released her Yuehua sword in her hand, and returned to her original position with a backward somersault. However, as soon as she was standing still, her body moved rapidly. A shallow shadow was trailing behind her, and she instantly came to Fu Zhaofeng's side.
The right hand rises from the side, a long whip is born out of thin air, mercilessly toward Fu Zhaofeng.
Fu Zhaofeng didn't expect that Fengxi could still summon a long whip again. He quickly opened the fan and discarded the Yuehua sword to one side. He wholeheartedly attacked Fengxi's whip. Feng Xi gave herself up, picked up the Yuehua sword on the ground with her left hand, pushed her right foot forward, and stabbed Fu Zhaofeng's chest with Yuehua sword.
Fu Zhaofeng's forehead exuded a cold sweat, and then drew a smile: "ice beast!"
The next second, a lion sized ice beast appeared in front of Fu Zhaofeng, with a cold breath all over his body. Seeing the long whip and Yuehua sword of the wind, he let out a long cry. Between several hands raised, Feng Xi's attack was resolved.
"Girl, you didn't agree not to use the spirit beast." Seeing the wind Xi seems to want to say something, Fu Zhaofeng said in advance.
Wind Xi draws up a trace of polite smile: "no problem."
Few people in the martial arts training stage could see the simple spirit beast with their own eyes. All the spirits and beasts of Fu Zhaofeng all made an exclamation.
"Hum, let my father summon the spirit beast, dead woman, you are finished." Fu Shaoqi looks at the wind coldly, the corner of her mouth shows a cruel smile.
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