The key to wolf licking beasts and wolf hunting is that they still have a strong attack power when they lose blood. Feng Xiaohan once wore a wolf's skin and strangled a wolf-licking beast, but he didn't know what the principle of this magical ability was.

Li Xiaofan looked at Feng Xiaohan, whose palm strength was becoming softer, and said in his heart: "It's going to be soon, just a little bit he will run out of energy." ”

Almost all of the exercises of a practitioner are based on the vitality of the body, and the magical method that relies on spiritual power, that is, the divine consciousness to attack, is extremely rare, and there is no such method in all the library pavilions of the Changming Sect.

Therefore, when a practitioner's vitality is exhausted, he is not much stronger than ordinary people.

In the eyes of the crowd watching the battle, Feng Xiaohan was under Li Xiaofan's continuous offensive, and if he wanted to win a slight chance of winning, he could only use his powerful martial arts to determine the victory with the opponent.

It seemed that Feng Xiaohan was also going to do this, but he saw that the five fingers of his left hand were together, and the edge of his palm was like a knife.

A miserable coolness appeared in everyone's hearts.

Li Xiaofan held the sword in his right hand across his chest, and his left hand behind his back, planning to perform the Eight Methods of Night Combat again, as long as he could catch this move, then the rest of the matter would be much easier.

Moreover, Feng Xiaohan did not have a blade in his hand at the moment, and rashly attacking his sword would only hurt himself, so he thought that he had already won.

Everyone outside the arena knew that this move was the winning hand released by Feng Xiaohan, and stared at his left hand intently, ready to see what kind of exercises this young man who had brought too much shock to everyone would perform.

Suddenly, a light came out of the sky, illuminating the Sword Test Forest, reaching the night dome, and its brilliance even overshadowed the stars.

That light was so pure, so indifferent, that it was even more terrifying.

When everyone watching the battle saw this abrupt light, they felt that their eyes were slightly tingling.

Li Xiaofan hurriedly cast a night battle in all directions, he didn't feel any killing intent, but when that light appeared, it made his heart feel terrified, and his mind was also intimidated by this light, and he lost his mind for a moment.

This light is more precisely a sword light.

He read a few books of sword duels in the Changhongfeng Library Pavilion, and Liang Song told him some insights and ideas.

The sword is the emperor of soldiers, domineering and fast, simple and direct.

At this time, he used his hand as a knife, although his power was weakened, but it was more rapid, and with the comprehension of Wan Yan's magical powers, the realm of the sword technique did not decrease at all.

The moment Li Xiaofan lost his mind, the sword momentum of the night battle slowed down a little, and then he was slashed in by this extremely fast sword light, and the sword qi collided with the sword qi, making a sharp sound.

Even the Elder Waishan, who was the referee, didn't react, he only felt a light rising into the sky, and then he heard this piercing sound, which made those disciples who were weaker in cultivation outside the arena cover their ears.

Li Xiaofan's sword momentum was strongly interrupted by this sword light, his right hand was holding the sword across his chest, and his left palm was attached to the sword body, transporting his whole body vitality to block this sword light.

"It's ......"

He Xirou looked at the martial arts arena in shock, opened her mouth wide, and said in disbelief: "Senior Brother Liang of Changhong Peak?"

The Optimus Knife is said to have come from a certain tribe in the northern steppe.

A knife in the sky, approaching the blue sky and white clouds, slashing the grassland wind.

Liang Song learned this knife by chance, and then he told Feng Xiaohan about it.

So Feng Xiaohan will use it, he is just like when he used the Duqiu Landscape Sword, he just wants to try this sword technique.

The result naturally made him very satisfied, but although the artistic conception of the sword light cast with the palm as a knife was there, the power was greatly weakened.

Li Xiaofan wiped out the sword light with his own sword cultivation and superb vitality, and then took a long breath, looked at him and said, "This time, you don't have vitality, right?"

Feng Xiaohan lowered his arms, panting, and looked extremely tired, but he just looked at him quietly and did not speak.

Li Xiaofan returned his sword to the sheath and said, "Admit defeat, win or lose." ”

Lin Yisong smashed his mouth,

Lou listens to the rain and his face is gloomy,

He Xirou let out a soft sigh.

The disciples watching the battle were silent, but their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at him.

The big white fat man rubbed his eyes that narrowed into a slit, gave a thumbs up to the field, and said, "Amazing!"

......

......

"Throw in the towel. ”

Li Xiaofan said again, and it could be seen from his eyes and tone that he would not say it a third time.

This competition is an eye-opener, superb martial arts, rare swordsmanship, and even legendary swordsmanship have appeared, but even now both sides have not suffered major trauma, and they can still stand there.

According to the rules of the competition, Feng Xiaohan has not lost yet, although in the eyes of the spectators and the referee, it seems that he has lost.

Feng Xiaohan clenched his hands into fists, puffed up his chest, and his face turned slightly pale, which was a manifestation of the exhaustion of vitality.

I saw him sigh softly, and then smiled, and as the curvature of his mouth gradually increased, he finally laughed.

Li Xiaofan's face sank, although he didn't know what he was laughing at, but he felt insulted, and slapped it towards him, this palm was not martial arts, let alone a magical vision, just a casual blow containing vitality.

In his opinion, Feng Xiaohan had lost his vitality, and he was not much different from a cultivator in the ordinary body forging realm, so he couldn't take this palm at all.

But Feng Xiaohan looked at the slap he slapped, his smile was even worse, his laughter was more hearty, and even a little heroic.

Just when everyone thought that this wild boy was crazy, he clenched his fists and smashed it towards the palm.

Feng Xiaohan was born with divine power, he was agile, and when he didn't practice, he could smash the flying demon beast snow wolf with one punch, and for him, opening the monument and breaking stones was a trivial matter.

And after the baptism of golden light, his body became lighter, and his strength became concentrated.

He had been waiting for this moment.

Waiting for the moment when Li Xiaofan put his sword into the sheath and then let down his guard.

Just like what he said to the outer mountain disciples beside Lou Tingyu in the middle of the diner that day.

"Humans, really, are the easiest creatures I've ever seen. ”

Again, the lion fights the rabbit with all his might! It would be extremely stupid to underestimate a person who has survived the four seasons of the Savage Realm at any time.

Feng Xiaohan's punch was not blessed with vitality, but it was wrapped in a hurricane and slammed into Li Xiaofan's palm, clean and neat without the slightest hesitation, just like a fatal blow launched by a wolf licking beast to a wolf.

Li Xiaofan only felt that first a strong wind was blowing in his face, and then a huge force and intense pain came from his palm.

He was hit by this punch and fell backwards again and again, and he stopped in pain. But Feng Xiaohan didn't give up, and bullied him forward and punched and kicked him. He subconsciously wanted to unfold the defense of the Mountain Gate Fist, but it was useless in front of Feng Xiaohan's iron fist.

This is not some kind of powerful martial arts, it is not secretly in line with the principles of heaven, it is just the most savage fist, just like a street hooligan fight.

It's unsightly, but the effect is more impressive than any powerful method.

Li Xiaofan, who put away his sword, was suppressed and beaten by him, and in front of the iron fist full of pure power, he who had already experienced the tempering of the ninefold body and the strength of the body was extremely strong, and he could only be ravaged.

Feng Xiaohan punched him in the lower abdomen, causing his body to fly in the air, and then grabbed his neck with one hand and threw him on the ground, only to hear the sound of dust flying.

"I've long since seen through your strategy, you've been consuming me, waiting for my vitality to run out. And I'm waiting, when you think the strategy has worked. ”

Feng Xiaohan said as he moved his hand: "I have never seen a predator who has relaxed his muscles after exhausting the strength of his prey, you have no experience in surviving in the place where I live, so you have not seen through my plan, which makes me feel a little invincible." ”

His words are like a sword, and his words are heartfelt.

This is also a sword of the heart.

In addition to the physical pain and the shock in his heart, Li Xiaofan also felt that his face was hot, as if he had been slapped by a mountain village woman.

He fell to the ground, and Feng Xiaohan stepped on it.

After all, Li Xiaofan is a master at the peak of the spirit transformation, and at the critical moment, he rolled to the side, looking very embarrassed.

With a bang, the earth was stepped out of a pit by him, and the dust stirred up.

Li Xiaofan stood up strongly, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, obviously extremely injured, he regretted why he underestimated the enemy when he was about to win, and let himself be in such a dangerous situation.

He wanted to draw his sword, but the sword came out three inches, and the clear sword light was snatched away by the other party as soon as it lit up, and he was thrown aside like garbage.

The disciples who watched the battle even forgot to breathe, and from the beginning of entering the mountain gate, they had never seen a sword snatched by someone else when they drew their swords, and they had never even heard of it.

It's not that Li Xiaofan is so weak that he can't even hold the sword, but Feng Xiaohan's strength has reached an unbelievable level.

The words of the big white fat man sounded in everyone's ears.

"When the realm is the same, it depends on the vitality, and the degree of vitality is the same, it depends on brute force. ”

Feng Xiaohan, the strongest is not the sword, but the physical strength.

Because he has relied on this to survive in the Savage Domain since he was a child.