Chapter 297

Considering that it was not early, Zifeng thought of making a quick decision, but at the moment when Wen zhe made a move, Zifeng hesitated.

But when Wen zhe saw his palms flying up and down, his vitality was surging. He didn't rush up like Zifeng, but followed a rhythm. Just like the jackal in front of him, his head, neck, abdomen and tail were like running out of Wen Zhe's hands.

Mental perception. A rhythm, deja vu. However, the Jackal has been close, and there is no way to recall the previous feeling. A dodge wants to avoid. Don't want to, the ferocious wolf first turns, rushes to Zifeng's chest and fiercely hits the ink knife.

"Rub" Zifeng retreated five steps in a row and just stopped. It should be said that the state of Zifeng's military general in the middle period is not much worse than that of Wenzhe's military general in the later period, or even more vast. But just now, that blow was not a simple blow. It seemed that countless forces were superimposed at the same position. One was stronger than the other. Even the impact of jackals seemed to rush, but it was an illusion caused by too fast rhythm and frequency.

"Is it hard to resist? Hum, I said, I want you to pay the price! " Wen Zhe's mouth is arrogant. Although just now it was just a simple imitation of a martial general, it is only that Wen zhe used the "take-off and break" skill, which can make the vitality resonate with the air after it leaked into the air, so as to further enhance the power of vitality.

But Zifeng didn't care about this. He thought that if the ink knife could also produce this rhythm, it would be a great weapon if the knife technique was waving with this rhythm during the war with hostility.

Wen zhe will never understand that Zifeng can draw inferences from one instance just after his first contact. He can see the mystery of "taking off and breaking through", the weapons in his hand and the vitality in his body. Compared with the two, vitality is easier to control than weapons. But Wenzhe only worked hard on his vitality from beginning to end, but never used it elsewhere.

Later, Zifeng was really moved this time. The noisy void sword in the sea was firmly suppressed by Zifeng. You must learn that rhythm at a time.

Seeing that Zifeng on the other side didn't respond, Wen Zhe's first reaction was that Zifeng was afraid. With a sneer, he waved the wind to Zifan

What's more outrageous is that Zifeng in the light curtain, like a fool in everyone's sight, stands in the same place, but blocks himself with an ink knife from time to time, and lets the palm wind hit the ink knife.

The body kept retreating in the impact, and the Qi and blood churned in bursts. When it was hit by the tenth palm, it finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

With only half a ring of Kung Fu, Zifeng's face turned red when he was hit by the strong palm wind. He was in a mess of silver white, which was occupied by spots of blood.

Everyone didn't know why he looked at the beaten Zifeng. To say that the performance of just talented Zifeng was not so useless, why didn't he even have the courage to fight back? Are you afraid?

Only the old man with half narrowed eyes looked at the panting Zifeng curiously.

"Bang" was another powerful blow. Although the breath was scattered, Zifeng's mental power was really concentrated as never before. That rhythm seemed to linger around. Whenever he made a sound, he could catch the way

However, however, that rhythm could not pass through the arm, and was displayed on the ink knife. Zifeng's chest was hit again and again and passed to the sea. The muscles of his arm shook and trembled according to this rhythm. On the surface, the ink knife seemed calm and just hit the other side

Only the old man and Zifeng beside him knew that the ink knife was adjusting, shaking slightly and slowly tending to a rhythm.

Now, the attack on Wen zhe on the opposite side is on the ink knife, and most of his strength has been removed. However, the complacent Wen zhe seems to have not found this yet.

Wu Lang, who was watching the war, cheered excitedly, "beat him, beat him to death!" Perhaps this is the bad root and sorrow of human nature.

Another two wind wolves collided with Zifeng, but this time, Zifeng gave up the ink knife and withstood the blow of Wenzhe with his flesh and blood‘ With a loud bang, Zifeng was immediately thrown away, hit the light curtain and fell down.

At the moment of flying, at the moment of vitality, the rhythm of the chest is no different from the rhythm of the vibration of the air.

With a brush, Zifeng jumped up from the ground. Under such a blow, he was not at all depressed.

In Wen Zhe's sight, the remaining wind wolf was dismembered like melting ice and snow when he hit Zifeng's ink knife. "Why, how could this happen?" It's hard for ordinary people to stop it. Needless to say, it can be dissolved, but

But Wu Zifeng has never had the power to fight back. How could he? How? Is he stealing!

At the moment when Wen zhe understood, the martial artists around him realized at the same time, "no wonder they haven't fought back. Good guy, are they secretly learning each other's skills? It's not easy. When I fought with Feng Yan yesterday, it was already breathtaking. I didn't expect to work so hard today. I was convinced! "

Gently wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. Zifeng slowly raised his head and looked at Wenzhe opposite with a smile. "Thank you for your advice, brother Wenzhe. Zifeng has now fully mastered the law!"

"You, you! Damn it! " After speaking, a more surging vitality will come out of the body. It seems that Wen zhe wants to use a proud skill.

However, at this time, the setting sun was already slanting to the west, and the light was dim

There was no time to accompany Wen Zhe, and there was no need to suppress him. He knew the empty sword in the sea and jumped out. A spiritual sword roared, which made everyone spend a flower in front of him. When his sight returned to Qingming, the tip of Zifeng's ink knife could pierce Wen Zhe's heart and kill him as long as it was half an inch deep.

"Gudong," Wen zhe swallowed with difficulty. A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead and dropped on the ink knife. Just now, he didn't even have the strength to resist, and he was allowed to be slaughtered by Zifeng.

In fact, the confinement effect of Zifeng's spirit body is only effective for the martial arts at or below the same level. If the other party is a strong martial arts sect and cannot be imprisoned, his spiritual power will be eaten back. At that time, he will be slaughtered.

The light curtain slowly disappeared in the sight of the people. The two tokens instantly rose into the air. Between the two intersected, the brilliance of Zifeng's identity token became more dazzling.

The old man announced, "Fu Xiu, Wu Zifeng, ranked 90th in the Kun list!" The sound was like a flood, rippling across the whole Haoran college in an instant.

Zifeng couldn't help but be stunned. It's not so exaggerated.

The old man who didn't want to be expressionless all the time suddenly grinned at Zifeng, and Zifeng suddenly froze there. That smile is more ugly than crying, but there is no old man in my eyes.

Now, the setting sun has kissed the eyebrow corner of the west mountain. With a strange cry, Zifeng throws out the three palm wind flying symbol. Zifeng runs towards the library. He doesn't want to follow Zifeng, but he has the same envious eyes.