There was a hint of serious domineering in his eyes, and a pair of sharp five-edged steel claws faintly appeared in his hands, but Song Mingwen had an inexplicable feeling in the face of Wang Fengdao. I remember why this person's heaviest fist technique is now using a knife, especially the sword cultivation with the strongest sword intent and the heaviest spirit. The two claws complement each other in front and back, both offensive and defensive, only when the two claws draw ten claw blades at the same time,

Wang Feng, who was calmly holding the sword, smiled in his eyes, and such a character was rare in the Western Regions, and only in the Northern Regions could he encounter such a character in such a short period of time when monks were everywhere. It seems to return to the mentality of the first time I met Zhang Yang Zhongli, this is not a battle of life and death, but a simple competition for the realm of cultivation. Because there was no killing intent in Song Mingwen's two moves, he waved the knife and looked directly at Song Mingwen who rushed by with seven or eight knives. Interrupting the ten claw blades, it was fleeting, and in Song Mingwen's second move, he had already found that he was not in front of him, but he appeared behind him and slashed down.

Forcibly blocked Wang Feng's knife and smashed it deep into the mountain wall and said, "Such a fast speed, worthy of being able to defeat Zhongli's people." ”

With both claws pressing the mountain wall hard, he hurriedly sprinted towards Wang Feng is sprint, and said: "Very fast, there is no chance to appear behind me this time, but you have to take a good look at the tearing Tianlie." ”

Song Mingwen, who rushed out of the mountain wall, is a starting point, more like a stroke of paper, the drawing line is constantly moving, the twists and turns are very measured, and every step is accelerating. It didn't take long to take Song Mingwen as the guide, and this golden silk thread was not broken, and every time Wang Feng encountered it, he struck each other with sharp claws. After a blow, there is not the slightest straight line, and the person is more picturesque like a pen.

The first blow seemed to be easily blocked by Wang Feng, but the next grasp had to double or even double the strength of the previous one, and Wang Feng, who was holding the sky, could only passively wait for Song Mingwen's next move. Although it can be caught up in terms of speed, but this more than a dozen times in a row is relative, and it is clear that it is too late to suppress Song Mingwen in speed at this time. The golden silk threads around were not weakened by the time Song Mingwen left, and these silk threads formed a large net in the entire space where Wang Feng was. Wang Feng, who was in the golden net, found that these silk threads were becoming more and more dense in Song Mingwen's continuous attacks, especially the distance or direction of each movement seemed to have been predicted in advance.

Unless all the golden threads are removed in an instant, it is impossible to break out of this great net, because there is only one line in this great net, which has both advantages and disadvantages. As long as the next trajectory of the source is found, it will break its pen and mess up its shape, and Wang Feng, who was constantly waiting for Song Mingwen's next blow, began to look seriously at Song Mingwen who turned back skillfully from a hundred zhang away.

It was only when Wang Feng attacked again and was about to swing the knife that he found that his whole body was already in the silk thread at this time, the very tough silk thread tied his arms and legs, and even more so that the silk thread had a power to nail the space. There is a pull in every direction, and the condensed power of countless silk threads makes it impossible to move at all, and the most important thing is that this silk thread not only binds the whole body, but also pulls the meridians that run the mana.

Song Mingwen seemed to pause, turned around and walked towards Wang Feng, his claws had the power to tear through a thousand mountains, but the moment he approached Wang Feng, he saw Wang Feng's smile. said: "You shouldn't have that momentary accumulation. ”

The wrist turned to the sky and blocked a claw, and the whole body was quickly divided by silk threads. Only when the whole body emitted a faint cold air, a thin layer of nine cold ice. There was a strong flame on the knife, and Song Mingwen, who was originally proud, was stunned in his heart, and he felt even more incredible in the face of this turned knife. Because the silk thread used to trap Wang Feng now seemed to have no effect at all, because the cold and icy qi in the outer layer made the silk thread impossible to divide at all. A knife from the pavement came down, and there was a sword intent in this that could burn the flames of heaven and earth.

was slashed by a knife in an instant, and a hundred feet in the air looked at a cold light that had broken through the dense silk thread, but there was no loss in his heart, Song Mingwen thought of what the man said, this move has a fatal weakness. When Wang Feng swung his sword, he thought about it clearly, this move should not have a moment of strength for the final blow.

Wang Feng, who had shattered the silk thread, picked up his knife and walked in one direction at will, but in Song Mingwen's eyes, he could see that this was not an escape, but an active attack towards his first time. Because now Song Mingwen can't tell which of the hundreds of the same people who appeared around him is the real body, and the most important thing is that at this time, the hundred identical Wang Feng are all coming towards him.

At this time, he found that this trick was quite fair, and said: "I don't let you take the initiative and can only passively accept the move, and now it's the same so that I can't tell which is the real you." Let's see if your sword is just a trick, if you can only see but can't attack, you're going to lose. ”

The voice was very loud, and Ah Zi and Li Yaomu on the wooden boat could hear it very clearly, but they couldn't tell which one was the real Wang Feng, without the slightest expression, as if he hadn't heard it. Song Mingwen, who was a little embarrassed, stood with his claws together, every time he grabbed it, it was empty, every time he approached, he disappeared with one move, but another person appeared in the distance.

Song Mingwen, who felt that he could only attack at will, found that not only did he not see Wang Feng's figure now, but there were now hundreds of Wang Feng. The claws swung countless silk threads with all their strength and began to divide, but they didn't expect that this would be just a waste of mana, and Wang Feng didn't appear at all. With a smile on his face, he stood in the air without attacking once, and his whole body was wrapped in golden silk threads and said: "Wang Feng, since you don't do it, I won't do it either, let's see if you hold on for a long time or if I Song Mingwen has a long time."

Wang Feng, who was in the middle, said with a smile: "I finally understand that no matter how many phantoms there are, this knife is a waste as long as it is not stabbed, and you can indeed be regarded as breaking half a knife if you don't move." ”

At this moment, Wang Feng, who was not playing tricks on the mysteries, unleashed his knife towards Song Mingwen at the same time, and Song Mingwen, who formed a golden net, still couldn't tell which one was the real body. It's more like now that every one of them is real, and none of them are fake, and it can also be said that after the knife falls, everyone is fake. Song Mingwen, who was passively resisting the knife, held a breath of anger in his heart, but this kind of continuous knife could not be shot at all. As long as you can't face the real knife, you will be slashed by hundreds of knives in the next moment, and there will be no gold wire mesh at that time, where can you withstand these hundreds of knives.

Song Mingwen, who was thinking about it, stopped at this moment, because under that knife, the tenacious gold wire mesh was broken, that is, all of them were broken, and now there is no time to re-form the net. At this time, seeing a knife cut down, it was found that this knife was a phantom, and the hundreds of knives that followed were all phantoms. Song Mingwen, who was already disappointed, looked at Wang Feng, who had already collected the knife, standing in the distance, and hundreds of phantoms all returned to their true bodies at this moment.

Song Mingwen, who looked at Wang Feng, said: "Why did I lose the last hundreds of knives are fake, I will definitely be seriously injured by these hundreds of knives." ”

Wang Feng, who stroked Wentian, said: "Song Mingwen, even if you look down on Wang's cultivation, you may not underestimate this Wentian in your hand." You think that these hundreds of knives can seriously injure you, in Wang's opinion, why should a hundred knives kill you. ”

In an instant, a knife had already appeared at Song Mingwen's skull, only a hair's length away, and he deeply felt the horror of Wentian in his stay. This feeling is very strong, as long as the knife enters a point, it is murderous and devours life. If he was really cut off by this knife, not to mention whether Wang Feng had the ability to kill himself, it was only a matter of time before this knife had the ability to destroy all the monks.

With a dumbfounded expression, seeing Wang Feng put away his knife and was about to leave, Song Mingwen gathered all his strength with his claws and walked towards Wang Feng and said, "I can't force you to punch, I just want to see how strong the punch that can defeat Zhongli is." ”

Wang Feng, who was strong in enduring the qi machine, knew very well that if he hadn't stopped just now, the qi machine that had been suppressed by a few more knives would have been broken, and the catastrophe could not befall here, let alone not. It's just that Song Mingwen's all-out blow can't catch up, and he can't help but accept it when he is already close. If you don't make a move, you will be disturbed by Song Mingwen's qi machine, and you will only be injured under the Heavenly Tribulation. said: "If you want to see it, you will let you see it." ”

A one-style killing and one punch is a hundred punches, and the strength of a hundred fists is actually not too strong. The qi machine suppressed with only half the strength surged into his heart, and when a black cloud appeared in the sky, Song Mingwen, who was facing the strength of a hundred fists, was defeated and retreated, and there were dozens of fist marks all over his body. A mouthful of blood spurted out the proud golden threads, all of which were shattered, and he looked at Wang Feng, who was about to cross the catastrophe, and said: "This punch is enough to defeat which sword Zhongli has realized, this time I, Song Mingwen, am sorry for you." ”

Erasing a trace of blood stains, he said, "Wang Feng, I'll protect the Dharma for you." ”

Ah Zi, who was not far away, saw Wang Feng's catastrophe, immediately withdrew the wooden boat, pulled Li Yaomu, who was already shocked and had no thoughts, and went into the distance, stopping on a high mountain, looking at Wang Feng and saying, "Big brother, you are still in the vicinity of the Ming Imperial Capital." ”

Li Yaomu, who was relieved, looked at which senior did not avoid the heavenly thunder, but greeted him and said: "Fairy senior, this is to be the enemy of the sky. ”

Seeing that he was very skillful, he slapped his head with bursts of pain, but he didn't dare to speak, Ah Zi said: "You know a fart, stay here well, don't leave, and don't let go of the jade pendant in your hand." ”

casually threw down a piece of jade pendant and rushed towards the place where Wang Feng crossed the robbery, and said, "Big brother Ah Zi protects the Dharma for you." ”

An old man in the imperial capital of Jinling who had the late stage of transforming into a god was stunned, and only heard one voice: "Changshan, go and see, this person actually dares to cross the catastrophe in Jinling's most populated places." ”

Suddenly, four monks who were also gods and mirrors appeared with the old man at the place where Wang Feng crossed the catastrophe, but he saw Song Mingwen who came to stop in front of him and said: "Song Mingwen of the Song family visited the prime minister, and asked the prime minister not to embarrass the people who crossed the catastrophe, this matter started because of Mingwen." If the prime minister wants to do it, he can only try to stop it. ”

The old man looked at Song Mingwen and nodded silently but ignored it, and said to the four Divine Mirror monks behind him: "Go and form a formation to resist the Heavenly Tribulation first, don't let the remnants of the Heavenly Tribulation hurt my people of the Great Ming Dynasty." ”

Song Mingwen had already explained the ins and outs of the matter clearly, and the old man just silently looked at Wang Feng, who was welcoming the heavenly tribulation, and said, "Then wait and see." ”