Sun Fei was under the [Barbarian Mode] at this time, the strength of the 84-level barbarian was equivalent to the nine-star intermediate level in the real world, and the lowest Spartak Martial Saint Aquinta was also among the moon-level powerhouses, as for which level of the moon level, it was a secret for the Zenits, the gap between the two was obvious, if it was a real battle, Sun Fei did not have the confidence to be able to support this imperial martial saint ten moves.

However, fortunately, Sun Fei fought with the Divine Master Baresi before, and he could be regarded as accumulating experience in fighting against moon-level powerhouses, and Yaquinta didn't go all out just now, so Sun Fei was quite sure of taking those two moves.

Then again, the reason why Sun Fei deliberately provoked Akinta with such a not very graceful way of scolding him just now, and even risked his life to compare with this Spartak Empire Martial Saint, was not because he was kicked in the head by a donkey and deliberately pretended to be in the limelight, but to arouse Akinta's mood and slightly remove his 'momentum' by the way.

For a master, in a decisive battle with an evenly matched opponent, mood and momentum are the two most important things.

Whether the mood is stable or not determines that they can concentrate on all their strength in the duel, and the real masters can adjust their mood before the duel, so that they can play the peak level of the ancient well.

And potential, refers to momentum.

It is a kind of inertia that the invisible qi accumulates to a certain extent and is heartily vented in the duel.

Sun Fei remembered that there was an example of Cao Di's polemic in the middle school textbook in his previous life, which clearly pointed out that 'one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion', the morale of the soldier is the strength of the master, and then a very simple example, when a person is angry, he may do something that he would never dare to do, but once the anger dissipates, and then let him do the same thing, then he really dare not do it.

The anger of ordinary people, for a master like Equinta, is potential.

You don't have to think much to know that for today's duel, whether it is Zenit Wu Saint Krasic or Spartak Wu Saint Iaquinta, it must have taken a long time to prepare, and before the duel, the state and murderous aura of the two people have been adjusted to the peak level, and as soon as they make a move, it will be an earth-shattering shock.

And Sun Fei took the initiative to provoke, first affecting Yaquinta's mood, and then inducing Yaquinta to make a move, once he made a move, no matter whether the move was strong or not, whether he made a move with all his strength or not, it was equivalent to unloading part of the 'momentum' of this enemy martial saint before silently.

These things are all the knowledge in the cultivation codex of Emperor Yaxin that Krasic showed Sun Fei, and Sun Fei is learning and using it today, hoping to quietly do Zenit Wu St. Krasic a favor.

Sun Fei didn't know if he was doing this too much, a bad premonition had been haunting his heart since the morning, that feeling, as if he was going to lose someone close to him, Sun Fei had never figured out why he had such a feeling, after seeing the mysterious powerhouse just now, he suddenly knew a little more in his heart.

"Is it because of Martial Saint Krasic?"

Sun Fei asked himself secretly in his heart, but he smiled again, he really cared about it, and watched the battle calmly at the moment.

......

Rumble!!!!

Boom!!Boom!!Boom!!

The sky is full of blue and fiery red streamers, and the night is as dizzying as if it were a beautiful and deadly firework.

"Sword move!"

The cold low drink, the starting style of not eating the fireworks of the world, a cyan light flame rune giant sword with a length of more than twenty meters slowly emerged in the void, and waves of cyan light waves continued to escape in all directions, a sword crossed the sky, and the entire space seemed to be torn apart.

"Yanyan!"

Equinta's long hair fluttered wildly under the demon moon, and blood-red flames rushed straight out of his body, and a giant flame shield in the shape of a demon's head appeared in the sky in the midst of intense burning.

Shout!

The cyan sword screeched, and in an instant, it crossed the boundary of time and space and arrived in front of Aquinta.

"Open!" Akinta shouted, the shield of flame burning wildly, not dodging or dodging, and slammed into the tip of the sharp cyan greatsword.

Rumble!

The whole mountain began to tremble.

Countless streams of flames flew in all directions, falling from the top of the mountain with a scorching aura of destruction.

In the night sky, the flame shield was torn apart the moment it collided, and the runes on the sword body of the cyan giant sword flickered, and after a slight pause, it shot at a faster speed, and the blade was ruthless, piercing the sturdy body of the Spartak Martial Saint.

Winner scored?

Looking at the scene in the night sky, many people's eyes widened, and they were pierced by such a giant sword, even the god of war had to be seriously injured, but the Spartacist Martial Saint, how could his strength be so bad?

Sun Fei was also happy at this moment, but he soon understood, the cyan rune giant sword was only piercing the afterimage left by the opponent's high-speed movement, but the speed of Yakunta was too fast, and the phantom was forced to be enough to deceive the eyes of the strong people.

Sun Fei's eyes roamed the night sky, trying to find the true identity of Yakquinta.

Just when Sun Fei's eyes lit up slightly, countless dense sounds of gold and stone suddenly sounded in the sky.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

I saw a spectacle in the sky—

Zenit Wu Saint Krasic stood as quietly as a mountain of lightning, and around him, countless flame swords suddenly flashed, and there were no dead ends left in three hundred and sixty degrees to attack and kill, but any of these flame swords that were enough to kill a six-star master, when they were less than five fingers wide away from Krasic, they were firmly blocked by a layer of light that constantly appeared cyan ripples, and they could not invade for half a minute.

"Hahaha, good, good! Krasic, meet again in twenty-six years, your strength, did not disappoint me!"

The flames exploded, covering the sky and dyeing the night sky bright red, and in the flames, Akinta's burly figure reappeared, a flicker, and stood softly at the lightning, and stood with Krasic looking at each other, his face full of war, and his eyes were still blooming with blood-colored flames, firmly staring at Krasic.

Krasic waved his hand lightly, his face was calm, and he did not speak, and the majestic power swept by, and the flames burning in the sky were suddenly extinguished.

The battle between the two powerhouses just now was just something that could only be seen by lightning, but the people watching the battle below were dazzled.

This is the real powerhouse, this is the duel between the masters of the martial saint level, the myth is gorgeous, the dream is as charming, and the power of the super special skill can be exerted with a gesture, and the sky and void seem to be torn apart by the strength generated after the impact, and the invisible shock wave spreads, and it is difficult for anyone to set foot under the moon-level powerhouse within a hundred meters around, once you enter, it is a blurred end.

On the empty meadow, everyone was already stunned.

Every martial artist quietly felt the aura of the strong man spreading in the air, the unique aura of power of the moon-level powerhouse, for many people who were in the bottleneck on the path of martial arts cultivation, it was an indescribable baptism, a soul collision, and they felt a form of power that they had never felt before.

Huntelaar, the first swordsman of Ajax, closed his eyes slightly, his rough palm kept rubbing the silver sword back and forth, his eyebrows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes soothing, as if he felt something in the duel between the two powerhouses.

Eindhoven's famous Kostacuta still sat on the stone bench with a golden sword, raised his head slightly, his eyes only stared at the two powerhouses on the top of the mountain, and his face was still the most serious expression, without any heterochromia.

However, the crown prince of the Saint-Germain Empire, Gilano, is still in red and green, enjoying the gentle service of the four maids, with wine in his hand and beauty in his knees, and the battle between the two strong men seems to be cheering him with a sword. can give the precious four spectator places to the four little concubines, this crown prince is worthy of the word romance.

At the far end of the meadow, Drogba, Pierce, Cech and other shampoo masters also felt the impact of the two strong men with solemn expressions, and what they lacked now was to watch the scene of the real strong duel, and feel the terrifying power of the sky falling apart between their gestures.

Only the beautiful mercenary Elena doesn't care, her strength growth is the same as Sun Fei, from killing monsters in the dark world to upgrade, she can't practice martial arts and magic in the real world, although the two strong people have a compelling aura, but for Yelena, there is no difference from those demonic monsters in the dark world, at best, they are just two boss-level monsters.

From the very beginning, Sun Fei paid full attention to this pinnacle battle.

He has secretly made up his mind, once the mysterious powerhouse shows signs of failure, he must not hesitate to take action immediately, even if he is seriously injured because of this, in this real world, there are not many people who are really worth cherishing for Sun Fei, and Krasic is definitely one of them, he has already planned in his heart the way to shoot and all the means that can be used, he is somewhat sure, and it can definitely bring huge trouble to the enemy martial saint.

However, what reassured Sun Fei was that in the wave of duels just now, it was obvious that Krasic had the upper hand.

From beginning to end, Krasic did not take a step, but Yaquinta was forced to leave the place, and both sides each issued an offensive move, a defensive move, an attack and a defense, Krasic made a move without the slightest fireworks, and completely suppressed the Spartak Martial Saint.

It looks as if Krasic's strength is about to overpower Iaquinta.

This kind of discovery made Sun Fei's heart feel a little relieved, but he couldn't be happy too early, because the duel between the moon-level powerhouses, many times the difference was only a line, and the two sides were only slightly tempted before, and they didn't really use the killing moves.

The situation is still confusing, and it is definitely not as simple as it seems.

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