Chapter 52

Soon in the afternoon, the sunshine at the end of autumn lazily sprinkled on everyone. In this lazy afternoon, all faces were not sleepy at all. They looked excited, just waiting for the next confrontation between the two geniuses. Their victory or defeat really affected everyone's mood, so someone kept shouting their names in the square for a long time.

Zifeng shirks Ziming's good intention to play. Only Zifeng can bear the next battle.

In the noise, they slowly boarded the competition platform. Between their eyes, they could see the sparks flickering. There was no language. Language became so weak at this time. They just watched quietly. Even Lin Jianling had announced the start of the competition, there was no movement. There was silence around, including everyone's breathing

The wind came from afar and lifted the hair in front of the two people's forehead. The wind stopped and the clouds stopped. The vitality was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time. The two sides rushed to each other quickly. The lethal claw and burning fist hit each other hard and then quickly retreated.

Zifeng looked at Xiao Wuji with unprecedented dignified eyes and felt the strength of his hands. His face was more heavy. The Xiao family was indeed extraordinary.

Xiao Wuji, at this time, also dispersed the disdain of the original corners of his mouth, and his eyes began to be cold and fierce.

Zifeng didn't think about it. The first move "beacon fire and wolf smoke" had been put into effect. His vitality was like a runaway wild horse hitting Xiao wutrace.

The lethal claw on Xiao Wuji's hand is also extremely fierce at this time, with broken limbs, divided shoulders, locked throat, torn heart, broken brain and cruel moves.

They soon fought together and saw two fuzzy shadows flying up and down on the field. Flames of war and smoke of wolves, wind and fire start a prairie fire. The boxing shadow and the deadly claw scuffle together. Before long, Zifeng was already scarred, his clothes were already messy, and his strength was also consumed in the collision.

Xiao Wuji made another move to "tear the heart". His strong five fingers passed through the shadow of the fist and printed to Zifeng's heart. Zifeng hurriedly closed the fist, his body dodged and turned his back to Xiao Wuji, so this claw "tore the heart" and hit the ink knife hard, and Zifeng was also hit by this move. Fortunately, he was not hurt.

"You are not my opponent!" Xiao Wuji lost his hands behind him and spoke faintly to Zifeng.

"That's what I want to say to you." Zifeng's face didn't change, and he responded with a calm look.

"No good or bad!" Xiao Wuji was treated like this by his peers when he was angry. His fingers were wrapped with thick vitality and rushed over like crazy.

Zifeng didn't think about it. The three movements of the burning fist, "the flames of war, the wind and fire set the prairie ablaze, and the anger soared into the sky," one fist superimposed on another, and rushed towards Xiao Wuji's figure. It was a short distance and came in an instant. Zifeng's burning fist and Xiao Wuji's deadly claw collided together. Time seemed to stop, and the flow stopped for a moment. Then, with a bang, the huge vitality wave spread from the core to all around, and the whole square was immediately submerged by the dust and smoke.

When the dust settled, everyone's eyes focused on the competition platform. Zifeng's arms were covered with flesh and blood, and the warm blood was flowing downward; Xiao has no trace. It's not easy. His hair is messy and his clothes are broken in many places. The most important thing is that his five fingers have always been hard. At this time, they are also curled up and stained with a lot of blood. I don't know whether it's his or Zifeng's.

"You're very good. You're the first person of my age to let me use an axe. You can be proud. Let you see the power of 'cloak seven kills'." With that, Xiao Wuji slowly pulled out the huge axe behind him.

"Hiss" there was a sound of cold air in the audience, "seven kills in the cloak.". He really did it. But the Xuan level skill, Wu Zifeng must be defeated. Such words continue to ring out in the discussion.

On the contrary, Zifeng, though dignified, did not flinch. He knew that if he chose a way, some situations would have to be experienced sooner or later.

Take a deep breath, Zifeng pulls out the ink knife behind him, not attack, but defense. He quietly closes his eyes and releases his mental power for a while. Xiao Wuji, holding a huge axe in both hands, raised it to the sky and shouted loudly. As soon as he killed his cloak, it was "groundless".

For a moment, the whole space seems to have stagnated, without any fluctuation, no wind, no sound, and even the huge axe facing the sky has no vitality fluctuation... Zifeng seems to have caught something.

The giant axe slowly cleaved down in the air. For a moment, it seemed as if the aura of heaven and earth were all in chaos. An invisible pressure imprisoned Zifeng in a narrow space and couldn't move. Zifeng carefully felt all the changes around. In his divine consciousness, a giant axe appeared out of thin air from behind, carrying thousands of wild weather auras, roared and cleaved towards Zifeng, Zifeng moved his body hard and blocked the ink knife behind him.

With a crisp crash, Zifeng's throat was sweet and was thrown away. A mouthful of blood vomited out in the air. Before landing, a giant axe solidified with vitality suddenly appeared in another quiet space in the air. It was hard and hard. It blew in front of Zifeng's chest. The freshly churned Qi and blood was now sprayed out. After a long blood stain was painted on the ground, Stopped at the edge of the field.

At this time, Xiao Wuji was sweating. Although the power of xuanjie skill was amazing, the consumption of vitality was not quite large. From Xiao Wuji's current situation, we can see that Xiao Wuji was pale and his steps began to be a little vain.

Everyone was stunned. No one could think that the competition was so fierce that Zifeng had not moved at the moment. Lin Jianling jumped onto the stage and was about to announce the end of the competition. A weak and firm voice sounded on the court, "I haven't lost yet". Zifeng trembled and slowly climbed up. His face was so relaxed that he seemed to have penetrated some mystery, and his heart was happy.

In this way, even if Lin Jianling intends to end the game, he has no power. The whole square has been boiling. The people in Wujiazhuang have stood up and looked excited, just for a figure who is still insisting

"I said you were not my opponent." Xiao Wuji looked directly into Zifeng's eyes and seemed to want to find a trace of retreat, but what he saw was nothing but calm.

It's useless to say more. Xiao Wuji's "wind from nowhere" once again unfolds, and the space is suppressed again. But Zifeng's eyes are naturally closed, but the ink knife in his hand seems to be alive. With his body winding up, there is no vitality fluctuation. The mysterious track spins out a circle that can't be broken through again and again.

Xiao Wuji was surprised, but his hand didn't slow down at all. One axe blade after another appeared out of thin air and cleaved to Zifeng. When the axe blade approached Zifeng, it was like a gust of wind carrying the fallen leaves. All the axe blades lined up and began to wind around Zifeng's body

One move failed. Xiao Wuji continued to move, but it quickly disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea. Zifeng didn't open his eyes from beginning to end. He was immersed in an artistic conception and let him chop on his body. For a long time, Xiao Wuji stopped and stared at Zifeng coldly.

"It's yours and mine. Let's show you the power of a general." It was like a low whisper, and a powerful force beyond the martial arts teacher exploded on the field.