Yang Feng silently compared the strength of the two in his heart, the anger on his face flashed, and he regained his former self-confidence, "If it weren't for the Eagle Knife, Yang would actually want to make friends with Your Excellency." ”

As soon as the word 'friend' came out, Yang Fengdong suddenly burst out like a rabbit, and the iron crutch in his hand was full of crutches, and when the chest was killed, he turned his head left and right, faintly sealing the line of Wu Yue's dodge.

Even if the other party made the first move without saying hello, Wu Yue still didn't see any expression, as if he had expected this in his heart.

Almost at the same moment as Yang Feng's attack, his right foot took half a step forward.

Brush!

I didn't see any movement in my shoulders, as if he had shrunk into inches, and he was bullied into the shadows of the sky, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand pointed at Yang Feng's chest.

Yang Feng was shocked on his face, but he didn't expect that the other party would not retreat but advance, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

If this is pointed out, how can it be fate?

Seeing that he didn't want to think about it, his left hand under his ribs poked out of the cuff, slapped Wu Yue's right elbow with a palm, and at the same time, the iron crutch circled in the air at great speed, pointing at his throat.

Yang Feng's reaction could not be described as unpleasant, and his moves could not be described as refined, but these were still in Wu Yue's expectations, and the advancing figure suddenly retreated, standing still in place, as if it had never moved.

Wu Yue's advance and retreat can be described as wonderful!

Yang Feng made two moves in a row, and the shadow in the sky almost enveloped the space where the two of them were, but it always hit Wu Yue's body by a fraction of a second.

Not only that, but he was bullied in front of him by the other party and almost hit his chest with a finger......

Obviously, it is he who has the first opportunity, and he should be the dominant party, why does he feel like he has fallen into a trap and is being led by the nose by the other party?

At this moment, Yang Feng was depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

When Wu Yue dodged back to the same place, Yang Feng suddenly felt the itch of his vest, as if there was a great crisis coming from behind him. Secretly frightened, he didn't have time to take a breath, he forced a breath of true qi, and swept the iron crutch in his hand back and forth around his body, drawing several rings of qi in an instant, protecting the big points around his body.

However, in the next second, the imaginary attack did not come, but it was a false alarm.

The shock was not fixed, and then he sensed the blood in his right shoulder beating wildly, and the terrifying feeling that was about to be pierced through his shoulder came to his heart again, and Yang Feng instinctively took a step back to the left.

Just like the previous time, it's still just a trick!

Yang Feng was shocked and horrified, and looked at Wu Yue with his eyes, only to feel that his eyes under the rimless glasses were as bright as stars, like sharp swords, shooting towards his right ribs.

Under the influence of the qi machine, Yang Feng took a step back again, and the shock in his heart had reached the point of no return.

This guy can trigger the qi machine reaction just by looking at his flaws!

Could it be that he has reached the transcendent realm of controlling qi with will?

"Die!"

The continuous false moves made Yang Feng a little bit of a bow and snake shadow, and at this moment that no one could have imagined, Wu Yue, who was originally standing still in place, suddenly took another step forward.

The white CCG uniform brought a light light and shadow in the air, appearing in front of Yang Feng as if it had changed shape, everything seemed to be a repeat half a minute ago, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand pointed at the opponent's chest again.

Yang Feng's heart was furious, he gritted his teeth and urged his true qi again, and put the iron crutch across his chest.

Previously, he performed several moves in a row, and he tried his best to make all his moves, but his true qi was attacked before he had time to pick it up, and his innate true qi couldn't exert half of his strength, how could he block the terrifying power of up to six tons?

Duang！！

A bell-like humming sound echoed through the air and spread far along the trees.

Yang Feng snorted in his mouth, and took more than ten steps back before he finally stood firm. But a face turned red, and there was silence for a moment, and suddenly there was a wow, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

Looking at the hundreds of pounds of iron crutches in his hand, a finger-sized pit appeared in the center, and the iron crutches were bent and deformed as a whole, and they were almost unusable.

In one move, make a judgment!

It's a long story, but it's just a matter of lightning!

Wu Yue first defused Yang Feng's outburst with one advance and one retreat, and then set his eyes on the flaws on the other party's body, and at the same time attracted a small part of the spiritual power, creating the illusion that he was going to attack the flaws, so as to affect the qi and lead him to make a move.

Yang Feng dodged and defended, but in the end, he was depressed to find that Wu Yue's attacks were all false moves. When he wants to change his tricks again, it's too late.

As the old saying goes, one blow, then decline, and three exhaustion.

When Yang Feng performed the first move, his spirit was adjusted to his peak, but he was disrupted by Wu Yue's pace of using the enemy's first opportunity. Coupled with the next few moves, the sharp spirit fell to an unprecedented low.

If he can grab a second or two to regulate his internal qi, he will be able to dissolve his previous frustration. But the bad thing is that Wu Yue waited for work, bullied himself in the gap between his lowest momentum, and burst out in an instant with terrifying strength no less than him.

Yang Feng was almost led by the nose from beginning to end, and he was directly forcibly pulled into an embarrassing situation by Wu Yue, and then he was naturally defeated by the huge force of up to six tons.

It seems that the defeat of the enemy is an unbelievable move, but it is the result of careful calculation.

And that's not all!

Since Wu Yue has made a move, it is absolutely impossible to give the other party a chance to survive.

Just when Yang Feng's qi and blood were churning with a finger blow, Wu Yue's feet stepped on the Lingzi foothold continuously, and his body was like a ghost, flashing continuously in the air, and suddenly rushed to the front, and pointed at his eyebrows.

Wu Yue under the realm of the wooden sword, superimposed with the combat talent of General Ma Gui, the strength that burst out even felt incredible to him!

At this time, Yang Feng was seriously injured, and his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees, and he was already in a precarious state, but he had traveled to the rivers and lakes for decades, and he had learned a lot of miscellaneous tricks and strange tricks.

Just like now, I know that if I don't work hard, I will have no chance of surviving at all. Yang Feng turned his heart sideways, and secretly operated the secret technique he learned from Tianzhu, not only suppressing the injury, but also forcibly stimulating the potential of his body, and his strength suddenly soared a lot.

I saw that he did not retreat but advanced, and the iron crutch in his hand chiseled towards Wu Yue's fingertips without dodging or dodging.

While!

With the sharp sound of gold and iron striking each other, an invisible vacuum wave erupted at the impact of the fingertips and the turning head, like a circular storm, sweeping around.

The ground under his feet couldn't withstand the impact, and with a loud bang, a deep ravine dozens of meters long cracked, spreading to the left and right sides.

"Huh?"

Wu Yue didn't expect that the other party still had such a strong strength even though he was seriously injured, so that the must-kill blow failed to make a contribution.

The heart is a pity, and the body retreats lightly with the force that comes back from the shock. On the other side, Yang Feng also retreated to resolve the concussive power on the iron crutch.

Retreating twice in a row, he has now retreated to the edge of the woods, and if he retreats again, he will go deep into the woods.

(End of chapter)