Chapter 505

Dong Wenfeng and Wang Zhicheng have now entered the limit state of the martial arts realm after tomorrow. No matter who, as long as there is a little slack now, he will be killed by the other party.

At the top of Jingzhou under the moonlight, Dong Wenfeng stabbed him with Tianyuan sword again and was blocked by Wang Zhicheng. The two people separated the two ends of Jingzhou TV tower once again and faced each other.

Dong Wenfeng is now sweating. He feels that his clothes have been completely soaked with sweat. At some time, there are many more wounds on his body. Although it is not fatal, the continuous loss of blood is also consuming Dong Wenfeng's physical strength.

Wang Zhicheng, who stood opposite Dong Wenfeng, was no better than Dong Wenfeng. Although he blocked it very tightly, he still had several blood holes stabbed by Dong Wenfeng with his sword.

"It's over."

Both of them now have such an awareness in their hearts. After another fight, they should be able to decide today's victory or defeat.

"Unexpectedly, there are young masters like Dong Sang in China. I thought that China has long become a desert of martial arts. I underestimated the heroes in the world."

Wang Zhicheng said in his half familiar Chinese.

Dong Wenfeng shook his head and said to Wang Zhicheng, "your biggest mistake is to join the Liusheng family. If you can get in touch with the real top martial arts forces in China, with your talent, you may not lose under my hands today."

"Oh? Although I got one more sword from you, Dong Sang is so confident that he can stand here to the end today?"

Hearing Dong Wenfeng's words, Wang Zhicheng picked his eyebrows and said sarcastically.

"The master's moves are as bad as a mile. Unless you have any new moves, you can stop here today. I will personally use my Tianyuan sword to send you back to your hometown."

Dong Wenfeng said faintly. His voice was very stable, and even his breath didn't seem to disturb at all, as if he hadn't experienced such a fierce battle just now.

"I joined the Liusheng family naturally because I yearned for the supreme Kendo of the Liusheng family. I thought I couldn't use it today, but I didn't expect to be forced to this situation by you."

Wang Zhicheng's face looked a little pale. It was caused by excessive blood loss. He could no longer carry out such a fierce and high-intensity battle as before. He had only one chance.

Wang Zhicheng recalled that he saw the cherry blossoms falling in Japan for the first time on his ninth birthday.

I recalled my days of practicing Kendo in Liusheng family.

I also remembered the woman who finally let him join Liu Sheng's family.

Some people say that Kendo is ruthless, but only when you enter the sword with love can you achieve the most powerful kendo.

"The speed of cherry blossoms falling is five centimeters per second. This is my last sword. I hope it can be as gorgeous as cherry blossoms."

Wang Zhicheng said softly, and then slowly raised his eight foot sword.

Dong Wenfeng, standing opposite Wang Zhicheng, clearly felt that Wang Zhifei had used his last vitality to prepare for this sword move.

For a moment, the moonlight shone on the eight foot sword. The top of the whole TV Tower was suddenly shrouded in a sad atmosphere. Everyone could feel this sadness, and the one who affected the whole environment was Wang Zhifei, who raised his eight foot sword.

"This man is really strong. He already has the characteristics of congenital realm."

Some experts who were watching from a distance sighed silently in their hearts.

In martial arts, the biggest difference between the innate realm and the acquired realm is that the innate realm has mobilized the power of heaven and Earth existing in the vast world.

The acquired martial arts, no matter which realm of heaven and earth, can not really get rid of the limitations of the human body itself, while the congenital strong are different. They are people who have come to another world.

It can be said that the innate strong will be another form of life.

However, it is precisely because the innate strong need a keen perception of the vitality of heaven and earth. Therefore, after the vitality of heaven and earth gradually disappears and dries up, the martial arts of the whole world will gradually decline.

Now Wang Zhicheng, it can be said that at this moment, there is no difference between Wang Zhicheng and a real martial artist of congenital realm.

Dong Wenfeng's expression became more and more serious. He knew that this move would determine the life and death between the two people.

He was not affected by the momentum of Wang Zhicheng. Instead, he was more motivated. He needed to step on Wang Zhicheng at the moment and really step into the congenital realm that all martial artists dreamed of.

"When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins."

Dong Wenfeng also slowly raised his Tianyuan sword, and the Tianyuan sword in his hand also emitted a faint light.

Just then, a dark cloud drifted slowly from the sky, just blocking the bright moonlight.

In an instant, darkness came.

"Kill! Liu Sheng, Jedi crazy devil cut!"

Wang Zhicheng seized this opportunity, eight foot sword drew a black cross in the air and cut it at Dong Wenfeng.

"To point into the sword, a finger zen into a sword of thought!"

Dong Wenfeng didn't hesitate at all. This time, he didn't use the 13 deadly points, but incorporated another unique skill of the beggars' sect, one finger zen, into his sword move.

One finger zen was originally passed on to the ancestors of the beggars' sect by Buddhist monks. Therefore, while Dong Wenfeng turned one finger zen into a sword move, a little golden Buddha light flickered around the Tianyuan sword.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the top of the whole Jingzhou TV Tower was affected by these two forces, which had entered the congenital level, and was directly eliminated by one floor.

The top of Jingzhou was shortened by the decisive battle between the two men.

Dark clouds have passed, and the soft moonlight slowly sprinkles on the top of Jingzhou, as well as on Dong Wenfeng and Wang Zhicheng.

The two men are standing now, one holding Tianyuan sword and the other holding eight foot sword. Compared with before, they just exchanged positions.

"Dong Sang, this is your purpose."

Wang Zhicheng's mouth slowly shed a trace of blood and said with his back to Dong Wenfeng.

"Yes, from the beginning of dealing with your brother Wang Zhifei, I thought, you are my chance. The chance to break through."

Dong Wenfeng said faintly, but it is obvious that his breath is not as stable as before.

"I really want to see the falling Sakura."

The corners of Wang Zhicheng's mouth rose faintly, but the man had fallen heavily to the ground.