Chapter 53

Zifeng was puzzled by the two moves. After carefully observing Xiao Wuji's moves, he suddenly became clear. It turns out that in the move of "sweeping leaves with a strong wind", it is not entirely controlled by the strength of the body, but vitality, accurate vitality, which compresses the vitality all over the body in a small space like a knife. Therefore, from the outside, there is no vitality fluctuation at all.

Zifeng is immersed in his own understanding. There are three types of residual knives. The first move is "the wind sweeps away the fallen leaves", which is like a brush dipped in ink. It is naturally waved on the chaotic competition field, elegant and elegant. The disordered aura of heaven and earth also became orderly and circulated slowly around Zifeng.

But all this was shattered when Xiao wukenzhan showed the strength of the general. That's another realm of power. Zifeng opened his eyes and felt the pressure around him. He was better than Chen Zhaoming who had fought before. It seems that Xiao Wuji has been promoted to a general for a long time.

"Cloak seven kills. I've practiced two kills. Let you sacrifice the axe today." Xiao Wuji preached to Zifeng with a condescending attitude, as if telling the most common thing.

Zifeng didn't speak, but the ink knife in his hand was held more tightly. This move shows Zifeng's mood very appropriately.

On the high platform, although Wu Tianjie had expected Xiao Wuji's accomplishments, when this fact appeared, he still couldn't help feeling flustered, Zifeng, Zifeng. Wu Tianjie's complexion was complex and looked at Xiao's master surrounded by people's compliments. He didn't flinch. He seemed to see Zifeng smiling reassuringly at everyone in the Wu family, which was like that at the beginning.

Xiao Wuji shouted, "cloak two kills": wind and snow all over the sky. The majestic Yuan Li came out of his body, half of the square seemed to be covered, the bright sky was gradually gloomy, there was no wind, and the temperature was slowly falling. In the monotonous sky, one, two, began to slowly float white snowflakes, like a dream seeking butterfly, flying and falling in everyone's sight with the purest dance.

While everyone was enjoying it, Zifeng didn't slack off. He knew that the next move might be to decide the victory or defeat. Behind the beautiful snowflakes, there could only be a greater crisis. At this moment, he also revealed his chassis. A clear roar sounded in the field, and three roars broke the secret: a roar changed the wind and cloud, and the original withered vitality, At this time, the ocean began to rise wantonly. I saw that the sky of the other half of the square slowly appeared dense clouds, layer by layer, layer by layer, as if the sky was overwhelmed and wanted to fall.

So the whole square was strangely divided into two scenes. In half, snowflakes were flying, as quiet as the eve of the storm; The other half, covered with dark clouds, is like breathing when the mountain rain is coming, so depressed.

No one speaks. It seems that as long as you cough so gently, there will be a tragic collision. Just waiting, waiting. The snowflakes are getting denser and the clouds are getting thicker and thicker.

I don't know where a drop of water on the leaf, from the tip of the leaf, along the direction of the extension of the leaf vein, slipped slowly, spinning like nostalgia at the tip of the leaf, and then slipped quietly. The low sound at the bottom was like thousands of raging waves on the sea.

When the scene was still quiet, a hurricane and snowflakes suddenly blew up. The snowflakes confused half of the sky for a time and flew rapidly. The snow blades all over the sky were cutting every inch of space and roaring. Together with the strong wind all over the sky, they tore and gathered above the giant axe raised by Xiao traceless. Gradually, the shadow of the axe became more and more clear and huge. After Xiao Wuji spit a mouthful of hard work on it, in an instant, the axe turned into snow came alive, cut through the sky and cleaved to Zifeng.

On Zifeng's side, the "strong wind sweeps away the fallen leaves" revolves slowly. There is no wind and no fluctuation, but the thick clouds on his head seem to be pulled into a huge ink dragon, falling from the sky and circling around Zifeng. At the moment of freeze frame, the docile ink Dragon flew madly against the giant axe

In a breath, an earth shattering explosion exploded from the center of the square, and the whole competition venue instantly turned into powder. The earth cracked. There were deep pits on the central axis of the square core. Where the shock wave went, flying sand and stones also appeared cracks on the whole platform, with faint signs of collapse. The people on the square were unkempt and close, It was not lightly injured

However, everyone did not care about their own situation at all. They all cast their eyes on the scene. At this time, the clouds had already dispersed, and the sun was still as bright as ever. In a mess, Zifeng stood quietly, but the shaking was extremely stable. Xiao Wuji fell 100 meters away and was unconscious

"How? How could this happen? " Master Xiao stood up with an unbelievable look on his face, but his voice was immediately drowned by a mountain tsunami, 'wuzifeng, wuzifeng.' The cries of continued to ring out on the court for a long time.

Lin Jianling came from a distance at this time. At that moment, although it was at the level of Wuzong, it still took a lot of effort to resist. Lin Jianling didn't blush at all, and the details of the game fell into his eyes. Just now, when the last move was against, the giant axe and the ink dragon collided, but it broke after a moment, So Yu Wei hit Xiao traceless. He must be seriously injured.

"Wu family, Wu Zifeng, win." When Lin Jianling announced, the noise of the whole venue climbed to a new level again.

"Brother", "Zifeng brother", "Zifeng" Xin'er, Ziyan and Wujiazhuang all rushed to Zifeng. They were worried about Zifeng's serious injury in the fight just now. From beginning to end, Zifeng still stood there and didn't move at all. Wu Feiming was the first to arrive. At a glance, he saw that Zifeng was in bad condition. He hurriedly stopped the people of the martial arts family who came, and then gently picked up Zifeng and walked towards the outside. The people of the martial arts family behind closely followed him. Where was he in the mood to see the closing ceremony.

Finally, Wu Tianjie forced Wu Feiming to stay there. He took Zifeng back to the Wujia iron shop, put Zifeng on the bed, quietly closed the door, and waved to the Xin'er people outside the door: "don't worry, Zifeng is just taking off his strength. It's no big problem. Just have a rest for a while. Don't disturb him. It's all scattered."

When they heard the speech, they left again and again. Only Xin'er and Ziyan stubbornly refused to leave. Wu Tianjie also understood. He just told them that it was ok, but it didn't affect Zifeng's rest. Although Zifeng didn't have any serious injury, he evacuated all his strength in such a short time. It's a bad taste.

The square of hunting Dabi is already in ruins, and Lin xuanxi has left. I don't know where to go, leaving Lin Jianling alone to announce the results of this year's hunting conference. There is no doubt that the Wu family is the biggest winner this year, and can get two courtyards in the golden area of Qingyun town. It's not an ordinary courtyard. It's hundreds of times larger than the Wujia iron shop. It's more than enough to accommodate everyone in Wujia villa. It is also the reason why it has been won by various countries.

That means that in the next three years, the people of Wujiazhuang can settle in Qingyun town. Wu Feiming's face was already smiling because his promise had been fulfilled. Of course, all this was inseparable from Zifeng.

Zifeng was hard to say at this time. Since he showed that move "the wind sweeps away the fallen leaves", his vitality was evacuated for a moment. His whole body seemed to belong to him and couldn't move. He could hear the voice of his relatives around him and could only listen. It was like lying in bed now. He could feel Xin'er and Ziyan approaching carefully, but he couldn't speak.

However, he knew that as long as he slept, he would have nothing to do, and now he really should have a good rest. A few days, really tired.