On the way back, Wu Yue took the time to look at Yang Feng, and saw that his face was ruddy, and his eyes were bright, how could he look a little injured?

There was a hint of suspicion in my heart, and I secretly thought that this should be some kind of secret technique to stimulate potential.

I only heard Wu Yue Lang say in a loud voice, "Brother Yang uses secret methods to suppress injuries, although he can temporarily restore his strength, but most of this kind of left-handed kung fu is just a trick, and it treats the symptoms but not the root cause." I guess the longer it drags on, the more deadly it will be. ”

If Yang Feng only recovered from his injuries, Wu Yue might have doubts, but he would not be as sure as he said, but he was obviously fingered by himself, but he was even stronger than before he was injured, and this kind of situation that violates the laws of nature must be very problematic.

Yang Feng's eyes narrowed, and he was shocked again, and he was secretly a little stunned.

It could be heard that Wu Yue's words were not only affirming his injury, but also telling him clearly that he was going to use Bilian's delaying tactics next.

As long as Wu Yue entangled Yang Feng with skillful strength, so that he could not get out to heal his injuries, he would not need to be a killer at that time, and he would be dragged down by the injuries on his body.

This is actually Wu Yue's psychological tactics, what if you know your brother's plans? Don't you have to continue acting according to my brother's script?

Knowing what the other party is going to do next, but there is nothing to do about it, you can only watch it happen, and the psychological frustration will be more violent than normal.

I saw Yang Feng say with a straight face, "Whether Yang's injury is healed or not, Brother Feng can try it!" ”

"Yo! Still trying to scam me? It's just whimsical! ”

Wu Yue was very funny in his heart, Yang Feng couldn't scare him even if he had Pang Ban's strength, not to mention that he was only congenital and primary, and in horizontal comparison, he was not as good as Qin Mengyao.

If you have a bigger fart, you want to deceive yourself, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue.

Wu Yue stretched out his right palm and pressed it in front of him, and the majestic spiritual power penetrated out of his body, controlling the falling raindrops, and they all turned into slender and sharp water thousands, overwhelmingly falling towards Yang Feng's position.

Yang Feng stood still, wielding an iron crutch to turn into a dense crutch, protecting his body tightly, and the water could not be splashed.

There was a continuous sound of rapid dinging in the field.

The first wave of water senben failed to hurt the enemy, and they were scattered into water by the iron crutch and scattered around.

Wu Yue seemed to have expected this, and he didn't care at all, raised his left hand flat, and pressed it out with a palm.

In front of and behind him, countless raindrops were manipulated by Lingzi, turning into water and shooting away.

There were not many spirit sons contained in each water thousand book, but the number of hundreds or thousands prompted Yang Feng to tense his nerves and not dare to relax for a moment. If you slack off, you'll be shot into a sieve!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......

The iron crutch brought up the sound of the wind and swept all the incoming attacks to the ground.

However, a wave of water has just been dispersed, followed by another wave. And looking at Wu Yue's relaxed and happy expression, this kind of attack can last for a long time.

Yang Fengqi wanted to scold his mother, but he was helpless.

Seeing that the other party was stuck in place, without the slightest strength to fight back, Wu Yue sneered in his heart. Previously, he had made it clear that he was going to fight a war of attrition with Yang Feng and drag it out until the moment his injuries broke out.

No matter how aggrieved you are, what can you do? You have the ability to bite me!

Time passes slowly between attack and defense.

How many waves is this? Thirteen, or fourteen?

Yang Feng couldn't remember a little, he only felt that the arm wielding the iron crutch was sore and painful, and the iron crutch that was as light as a wooden stick in the past gradually became heavy, and every time he made a move, he had to consume more true qi than usual.

The reason why he has been stuck in place is to paralyze Wu Yue, and when the other party thinks that he is dying, he will fight to the death, and he may have unexpected gains.

As for escaping, the thought had just risen and was immediately dispelled by him.

Wu Yue can chase from Wuchang Mansion all the way to this place, it is conceivable that he must have some kind of tracking secret technique, and he can't crack the other party's tracking secret technique, and running away is definitely killing himself.

For now, he only hopes that the injury will erupt later, paralyze his opponent a little more, and strive for the success rate of the final blow.

Just do it after two more waves......

Yang Feng thought so in his heart, while defending, he quietly adjusted his internal qi, preparing to adjust his spirit to the peak before the final killing move.

But at this moment, the next wave was no longer a dense water Qianben, but a domineering sword that seemed to be about to break through the heavens and the earth.

Yang Feng tried to paralyze the opponent with the same defense, how could Wu Yue not think so?

Thinking about it from another perspective, if you are seriously injured and have to face enemies stronger than yourself, if you want to survive in a desperate situation, you can only lift your pants and make a last-ditch fight.

If you want to prepare for the final killer move, you must adjust your breath and converge your edge. It's like a venomous snake always coils its body before hunting its prey, which is a truth.

The sky before dawn is the darkest, and the adjustment before the fight is also the weakest time. Therefore, Wu Yue has been waiting, waiting for the moment when the other party breathes!

When Yang Feng took the initiative to reduce the frequency of his moves and pretended to be lacking in strength, Wu Yue, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled, stepped forward with his left foot, and turned his right hand into a knife, and the violent spiritual power poured out like a mountain and river.

Airplanes!!

The whole heaven and earth seemed to be shocked by the terrifying power that was accumulating, and the falling rain came to a standstill in the invisible qi, frozen in mid-air.

The blue light burst out, bright as a rainbow.

In an instant, Yang Feng's entire vision was filled with a mysterious blue color, and he could no longer see anything else. At this moment, no amount of MMP can hide the resentment in his heart.

I've been deceived again!

The last time, the finger that Wu Yue injured him was in the gap when his momentum was frustrated and his true qi was not running smoothly. And this time, although he was cautious and did not find a flaw by the other party, he took the initiative to rein in his momentum because he was preparing for the final killing move, and he had not had time to complete the adjustment.

I tried my best, and I was still passively responding, Yang Feng once again fell into an overwhelming disadvantage!

As a result, the winner was actually separated in the psychological game between the two!

In the dazzling blue light, Yang Feng seemed to clumsily and skillfully send the iron crutch upward, and the full true qi surged out, slamming on the sword.

And then the egg!

The accumulation was not enough, and he had to fight with Wu Yue passively, and the innate true qi wrapped around the iron crutch had just collided with Lan Mang, and was immediately scattered in all directions.

Yang Feng snorted miserably, only to feel that the power fed back from the iron crutch was wave after wave, his hands were cracked, blood was splashed, and the pain in his two arms was even more unbearable.

Faintly, he could even hear the sound of broken arm bones.

After a stalemate of less than half a second, the iron crutch could no longer hold it, and flew into the depths of the woods in a circle, and finally plunged into the trunk of the tree with a pop, and the whole thing was submerged in it.

The winner is decided!

Yang Feng sighed, hung his hands weakly at his side, lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes and waited for death.

A second passed, and the imaginary slash didn't really fall, replaced by the ghostly white figure.

"Being killed by a sword is death, and being sucked dry of internal force is also death, I think you may prefer to keep the whole corpse." Wu Yue didn't know when he appeared in front of Yang Feng, his left palm against his dantian, and the star absorbing Dafa was activated......

The large loss of true qi made Yang Feng unable to even stand steadily, his body leaned softly on Wu Yue's arm, and said with a dead face, "Becoming a king and defeating a king, Yang is convinced to lose this battle, I hope you can crack the secret of the eagle knife, otherwise, Yang's is your future now...... Come. ”

As he said the last word, his voice gradually lowered, and then Yang Feng's head tilted, and he was angry.

(End of chapter)