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Wu Feng reluctantly raised his head and looked at the tall and thin young man, the latter's sneering expression seemed to say, I'll take advantage of the fire to rob, what can you do?

Call!

He exhaled lightly, the sharp pain like pins and needles in his whole body gradually intensified, even if he was strong-willed, he felt a little confused, his vision was scattered, he could no longer see the figure of the tall and thin young man clearly, and all the voices in his ears were slowly moving away......

It was as if the world was suddenly spinning, and all the voices of time were gone, and the surrounding Sendai was snow-white, and the remaining rubble from before was gone.

Deep, gasp.

In a blank and quiet world, there was only Wu Feng's own gasping sound, and the sound of his heart beating contracting, he looked down at his feet, his face was reflected on the snow-white ground, full of haggard exhaustion, and the flesh and blood on his cheeks began to fall off, revealing the flesh meridians and white bones inside.

Behind him, the shadow was stretched like a sharp sword.

Since comprehending the way of wood, Wu Feng's lifespan has increased greatly, but at this moment, he can feel that his vitality is passing wildly......

What do you think of as you wait for your death?

Wu Feng saw a six-year-old child on the snow-white ground under his feet, building a snowman in the snow, and a vague middle-aged man picked him up and called softly: "Feng'er......"

The picture flows, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, wearing a straw hat, hiding outside a delicate pavilion, secretly peeking at the beautiful figure on the balcony of the pavilion...... Tang Yajing!

As the vitality passed faster, Wu Feng saw the past of his life, the corners of his mouth showed a trace of bitterness, and he muttered to himself: "I really don't want to die, if there is no mysterious memory, I may be middle-aged now, and my sideburns are white, since God has made me a human being and has the opportunity to pursue eternal life, what I can do may be to persevere, right?"

Hang on!

In just two words, what courage and strength are needed!

The white light was strong and thick from under his feet, shining on Wu Feng's eyes, enveloping his body, when all the white light receded, he returned to Sendai in front of him, his vision had gradually become clear, and a purple flying sword flew towards him, and it was about to pierce his eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

Wu Feng gasped and raised his hand, and in the process of lifting, two more pieces of skin on his arm fell off, falling at his feet like mud, and the white bones of his fingers loomed, like a half-rotten corpse hand!

Zheng!

The purple flying sword slashed at the palm of the hand, cutting the flesh that had fallen off and became soft, and slashed directly at the bones of the fingers!

What does it feel like to have something pierced in your bones?

The indescribable pain came from the bones of his fingers, almost making Wu Feng almost faint in pain, cold sweat overflowed from his forehead, and as the flesh and blood that fell off soon fell on the raised arm, the flesh seemed to be mud, and it fell down the arm and then to his feet.

The flying sword seemed to be stuck in the bones of the hand, and it couldn't move half an inch for a while.

Wu Feng took a deep breath and slowly raised his head, what appeared in the eyes of the tall and thin young man was a pair of blood-red eyes, like a brutal beast, with a crazy anger, as if he had a huge hatred with the whole world.

I can't imagine what kind of terrifying eyes this is, the tall and thin young man's body couldn't help but tremble, he gritted his teeth, his heart pounded, and without any further delay, he shouted and sacrificed a green flying sword again!

He specialized in the Twin Sword Stream, and at this moment, the emerald flying sword was sacrificed, and it galloped directly towards Wu Feng's throat.

All the disciples in the audience held their breath.

At this moment, Wu Feng looks vulnerable, his appearance is very terrifying, the flesh and blood all over his body slide off like blood mud, piled up at his feet, blood flows out from inside, the whole person seems to have been skinned, the flesh and blood are exposed to the air, and there are some meridians all over the flesh and blood, some of which are Yan zhòng's parts, and you can see the bones of Sen Sen, like the flesh of the throat has also fallen off, and you can faintly see a bamboo-like blood-red neck bone in the throat, if you are hit by a flying sword, there is no doubt that the entire head will be cut off!

Unless the physical cultivation reaches the Divine Martial Realm, otherwise, once the head is cut off, he will be killed!

In the distance, who is screaming?

In a life-or-death situation, who will stand behind you?

Wu Feng raised his head, and the flesh and blood on his eye sockets began to fall off, leaving only the blood pupils of his eyes to be hideous, and the emerald flying sword was like a little emerald light, expanding in the blood-colored pupils.

Zheng!

Like a light butterfly, the emerald flying sword fluttered through Wu Feng's other arm to block it, flickering like a ghost and shooting at Wu Feng's throat!

Everyone's eyes were about to pop out, and their hearts seemed to be lifted, and the excitement and tension of this moment made many people break out in a cold sweat. When the flying sword hit Wu Feng's throat, everyone had only one thought: it's over, dead.

The strange thing is that the thought that Wu Feng will die did not make them feel happy, but rather a little lost and sad.

Just when everyone could barely breathe, a shocking scene appeared, the flying sword pierced through the flesh and blood of Wu Feng's throat, stabbed on the throat bone, rubbed a burst of fierce sparks, and then froze, as if it was stuck on it!

What is the concept of a sword rubbing sparks on bones?

Everyone's eyes were going to bulge out and look at this scene in horror.

Fang Xue'er and the others' hearts were almost frightened, and immediately turned into crazy joy, and roared loudly excitedly, Xie Tianlong and Lu Daohua hugged each other with tears in their eyes, patted each other's shoulders vigorously, and roared loudly!

Rumble!

At this moment, a low rumbling sound sounded, and I saw that above Sendai, Wu Feng slowly took a step forward, and the battle platform trembled!

With this step, the flesh and blood on his body immediately fell off faster, almost completely turning into a skinless bloody man, this scene deeply shocked the hearts of all the disciples in the audience, unforgettable, that kind of amazing anti-heaven battle intent, so that many disciples of Alchemy Peak and Refining Peak felt their blood boiling, and they couldn't help but want to wave their fists and shout!

The tall and thin young man couldn't help but take a step back, his face trembled, and the hairs on his body stood upside down, anyone who looked at a bloody man with no skin all over his body, a flying sword stuck in his throat bone, and brazenly walked towards him, his legs would be weak in fright.

Wu Feng let out a low roar, stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his figure shot out like a bloody light, rushing towards the tall and thin young man!

The tall and thin young man had cold sweat on his face, and he desperately summoned his flying swords, but the two flying swords were stuck on Wu Feng's bones, and he couldn't pull them back for a while! In a panic, he quickly took out a few spiritual treasures and threw them out, and held up a spiritual energy shield.

Rumble!

Wu Feng raised his fist and blasted out, without any fancy punch smashed on a shield-shaped spirit treasure in the front, the lines on this spirit treasure quickly collapsed, and the spirit treasure itself quickly recessed inward, flying upside down under the huge force and crashing into the back of several spirit treasures.

Rumble!

Wu Feng stepped out in one step, and the second punch smashed down again!

All the spirit treasures were scattered like confetti, and they were directly smashed open by a punch!

The tall and thin young man spurted out a mouthful of blood and looked at Wu Feng in horror, before he could seal again, Wu Feng stepped out for the third time, and the third punch fell!

Rumble!

The aura shield shattered, the chest of the tall and thin young man was violently concave behind his back, and the sound of bones shattering was clearly heard throughout the audience, and the next moment, his body slammed into the barrier like a sandbag, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot, slid to the ground, and passed out.

Win?

Everyone watched this scene in shock, almost unable to believe their eyes.

Wu Feng stood in the center of Sendai, and countless black-pressed people around the stage raised their eyes, he looked up to the sky and roared, due to the damage to his throat, his voice was hoarse like an ancient beast, and it made people shudder to hear.