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Chapter 299: It's Worse Than Crying (Fourth Update...... ）

Thinking that it was not too early, he thought of a quick solution in his heart, but at the moment when Wen Zhe made a move, Zifeng hesitated. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But seeing Wen Zhe's palms flying up and down, his vitality was surging, not as irregular as Zifeng, rushing up, but following a rhythm. Just like the jackal in front of him, the head and neck are first, and then the abdomen and tail are ...... It was as if he was running out of Wenzhe's hands.

The mental force perceives this rhythm, which seems familiar. However, the jackal was already close, and there was no way to recall the previous feeling, and he wanted to dodge it, but he didn't want to, and the hideous wolf turned his head, instantly rushed to Zifeng's chest, and hit the ink knife fiercely.

'Rubbing ......' Zifeng took five steps back before he stopped, to say that the realm of Zifeng's mid-stage martial arts general was not much worse than that of Wenzhe's late martial general, and it was even more vast. But just now, that blow was not a simple blow, it seemed to be a superposition of countless forces in the same position, one was as strong as the other, and even the impact of the jackal was like this, it seemed to rush forward, but it was an illusion that the rhythm was too fast.

"Don't you feel hard to resist? Hmph, I said that I will make you pay!" The corners of Wen Zhe's mouth were arrogant, although it was just a simple simulacrum formation of the military generals just now, it was just that Wen Zhe used the 'Ascending Break' technique, which can make the vitality resonate with the air after it leaks into the air, so as to further enhance the power of the vitality.

But Zifeng didn't care about this, thinking in his heart, if the ink knife can also produce this kind of rhythm, when fighting against the enemy, the knife technique is waving, with this kind of rhythm, it will definitely be a great weapon.

Wen Zhe will never understand that just by making the first contact, Zifeng can draw inferences from one another, peeking at the mystery of 'breaking into the sky', the weapon in his hand and the vitality in his body, compared with the two, the vitality is easier to control than the weapon. It's just that Wen Zhe has only worked on the vitality from beginning to end, but has never used it elsewhere.

And the latecomer, Zifeng was really moved this time...... The noisy Void Sword in the sea of knowledge was firmly suppressed by Zifeng, and this time he must learn that rhythm.

Seeing that Zifeng on the other side did not answer, Wen Zhe's first reaction was that Zifeng was afraid, sneered, and overwhelmingly palmed the wind towards Zifan......

What's even more outrageous is that Zifeng in the light curtain stood in place like a fool in everyone's sight, but from time to time he blocked him with an ink knife, letting the palm wind hit the ink knife.

The figure kept retreating in the impact, bursts of qi and blood churned, and when he received the tenth palm, he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

In just half a loud effort, Zifeng still had the light touch of the cloud and wind before, and was hit by the strong palm wind, his face was flushed, and he was silver-white and messy, and it was occupied by stains of blood.

Everyone looked at Zifeng who was beaten for some reason, to say that Zifeng's performance just now was not so useless, why didn't he even have the courage to fight back? Is it afraid?

Only the old man on the side, with half-squinted eyes, looked at the panting Zifeng curiously.

'Bang' is another powerful blow, although the breath is scattered, but Zifeng's spiritual power is indeed unprecedentedly concentrated, and that rhythm seems to linger around, and every time there is a sound, it can catch the Dao......

However, however, that rhythm could not pass through the arm, and the ink knife was cast, and Zifeng's chest was hit again and again, transmitted to Zhihai, and the muscles of the arm shook and trembled along with this rhythm. On the surface, the ink knife seemed to be calm, but it just met the opponent's blow......

Only the old man and Zifeng beside him knew that the ink knife was making adjustments, shaking slightly, slowly tending to a rhythm.

Now that Wenzhe's attack on the opposite side hit the ink knife, most of his power has been unloaded, but Wenzhe, who is carried away, seems to have not discovered this.

Wu Lang, who was watching the battle, cheered excitedly, "Beat him, beat him to death!" Maybe this is the bad root and sorrow of human nature.

Two wind wolves collided with Zifeng again, but this time, Zifeng actually gave up the ink knife and used his flesh and blood to withstand Wen Zhe's blow. With a loud bang, Zifeng was thrown away in an instant, hit the light curtain fiercely, and fell down.

At the moment of flying, at the moment of bursting vitality...... The rhythm of the chest is not indistinguishable from the rhythm of the vibrations of the air.

With a 'brush', Zifeng jumped up from the ground, and under such a blow, he did not show the slightest malaise.

And in Wen Zhe's sight, the remaining simulated wind wolf, when it hit the Zifeng ink knife, was dismembered like melting ice and snow, and couldn't help but be shocked, "Why, how can this be......?"

But Wu Zifeng has never been able to fight back, how could he? How could he? Could it be that he was secretly learning!

At the moment when Wen Zhe understood, the surrounding martial artists came to their senses at the same time, "No wonder, I haven't fought back, good guy, I am actually secretly learning the other party's exercises?

Gently wiping away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, Zifeng slowly raised his head, looked at Wen Zhe opposite, and smiled, "Thank you Brother Wen Zhe for your advice, Zi Style has now completely mastered the rules!"

"You, you, damn it!" said that a more surging vitality was about to come out of his body, as if Wen Zhe was going to use a proud exercise.

However, at this time, the sun was already setting in the west, and the light was dimming......

There is no time to accompany Wen Zhe anymore, and there is no need to suppress it anymore, the void sword in the sea of consciousness jumped out, and a spiritual sword roared in front of everyone's eyes, and when the sight returned to clarity, the tip of the Zifeng ink knife, as long as it was half an inch deep, could pierce Wen Zhe's heart and kill him.

'Goo', Wen Zhe swallowed with difficulty, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead and dripped on the ink knife, just now, he didn't even have the strength to resist, and let Zifeng slaughter him.

In fact, the effect of the imprisonment of the Zifeng spirit body is only effective for martial artists of the same level or below, if the other party is a strong martial artist, the imprisonment cannot be achieved, and the spiritual power will suffer backlash, and at that time, it will be slaughtered by others.

The light curtain slowly disappeared from everyone's sight, and the two tokens instantly rose into the air, and between the two phases, the brilliance of Zifeng's identity token became even more dazzling.

The old man pronounced the verdict, "Fu Xiu, Wu Zifeng, ranked 90th on the Kun List!" The sound was like a bell, and it instantly rippled through the entire Haoran Academy.

Zifeng couldn't help but be stunned, it wouldn't be so exaggerated.

The old man, who didn't want to be expressionless all the time, suddenly grinned at Zifeng, and Zifeng suddenly froze there. The smile is more ugly than crying, but there is no old man in his eyes.

Now, the sunset has kissed the corner of the eyebrows of Xishan, screamed strangely, threw out the three-palm wind talisman, Zifeng pulled his legs and ran in the direction of the library pavilion, and those who didn't want to follow behind Zifeng were all envious......

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