Yan Jie and Feng Sheng are both children in their teens, but at this moment, the seemingly simple tricks that actually contain endless killing opportunities are dazzling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In time, the two sons will become the best of the best -- this is the unanimous conclusion reached by the many forces present.

The fight between the two is not as gorgeous as those people before, and there are no loud tricks. But it's such a clumsy and ingenious simple confrontation, but it makes people feel like they are on the battlefield, and the wind is loud.

No one dared to underestimate either of the two.

At this moment, even the many boys who were unconvinced before couldn't help but droop their heads. Only then did they know that the tail crown of the wind was never something that could be obtained by luck.

With just a few simple whipping strokes, they boast that it is difficult to take a single move.

The strange whip shadow is as elusive as Feng Sheng's body.

Looking at Fengsheng who rushed over, Yan Jie finally withdrew his confident smile. The right hand holding the soft whip hung down, as if it was no longer used. Of course, the current situation does not allow him to continue to fight the enemy with a whip.

Not to mention that Fengsheng has been bullied in front of him, such a distance of less than an arm's length is not conducive to the play of the long whip. Besides, the whip is far away, and if Yan Jie withdraws from the enemy with the whip, it will definitely be too late in time. I'm afraid that before the whip can be turned, he will take a hard punch from Fengsheng first.

Fengsheng is forcing Yan Jie to face the enemy with his left hand!

In fact, Yan Jie had to raise his left hand and force it through his left arm, he didn't want to force a punch from Fengsheng. Although from the beginning of the conference to the present, Fengsheng has always forced his opponent to exhaust himself with his body, so as to win easily. In a sense, he never really took down his opponents.

Even so, Yan Jie didn't have the courage to take a punch from him.

Because Feng Sheng can't punch, it doesn't mean he can't.

Maybe he doesn't have to?

And looking at the current situation, Fengsheng's punch should definitely not be underestimated.

"Good!"

Yan Jie shouted, his left arm was raised to shoulder height, and he saw his five fingers move slightly, and he suddenly heard the hissing sound of breaking the wind. But the eyes of everyone at the table were closed for a moment, probably because something in Yan Jie's hand reflected the sunlight when he turned.

By the time everyone's vision recovered, Feng Sheng's fist had already mistaken Yan Jie's hand.

"What?!"

The audience all exclaimed.

In this case, anyone will also throw a left arm to block the punch that is raging in the wind. However, Yan Jie didn't, his left wrist shook slightly, and he happened to be close to the punch. Looking like that, it's like wanting to exchange a punch for a palm, and fight for a lose-lose result.

"Not true. ”

Xiao Yun's soul power was concentrated, and he first saw that something was wrong.

He has been paying attention to the battle situation with his soul power, although the dazzling bright light before forced him to have limited vision, but his soul power has always locked on Yan Jie, locked on Yan Jie's left arm.

Therefore, it was clear to him that the object reflecting the sunlight was a short dagger with a simple shape.

Yan Jie doesn't want to exchange palms for punches, he wants to take offense as defense, which is in line with the principle of "the best defense is offense". Since the dagger hidden in Yan Jie's left palm could be seen by Xiao Yun, who was far away on the high platform, he naturally couldn't hide it from Fengsheng, who was close at hand.

Although the fist is strong, it is not more cost-effective than the dagger.

The fist is strong through the body, and the dagger pierces the chest, so naturally the dagger has the advantage.

Therefore, if Feng Sheng does not want to lose blood, he must withdraw his fist to get rid of Yan Jie's dagger.

But Fengsheng once again played cards out of the ordinary way.

His punches don't stop.

Xiao Yun was stunned, could it be that Fengsheng was so injured with injuries?

Xiao Yun was far more stunned, in the face of Feng Sheng's increasingly powerful fist, Yan Jie was also stunned, he originally wanted to force Feng Sheng to change his moves again to solve the danger of that punch. Unexpectedly, Feng Sheng didn't care about it, and his fist was still surging.

Punching to his chest, Yan Jie came back to his senses from his stunnedness.

He flipped his fingers, and the dagger in his left hand was turned out, and it was cut straight at Fengsheng's elbow. He really didn't see Feng Sheng's intentions, in his prediction, Feng Sheng would never exchange a punch for a knife, but Feng Sheng did just that.

Squeak squeak.

Yan Jie was shocked, the dagger was cut out, and he really knew why Fengsheng didn't withdraw his fist.

The dagger was slashed at Fengsheng's elbow by the power of Yan Jie, but it was stopped an inch on the surface of the skin of the arm.

In other words, Yan Jie's dagger can't cut the skin of Fengsheng's essence at all.

No wonder!

"Okay!" Yan Jie shouted again, looking closely at Feng Sheng's fists and arms with the momentum of the wind, only to find that the wind around him was whirring, and countless small air currents were wrapped around Feng Sheng's arms layer by layer, forming a perfect wind shield. It was this wind shield that blocked Yan Jie's dagger, "I really underestimated you, I should have thought that you had such a move!"

On this occasion, Yan Jie still has the heart to laugh.

In the next blink of an eye, Fengsheng's fist will slam into Yan Jie's chest steadily.

If this punch is implemented, Yan Jie knows that even he will have to be splattered with blood on the spot. Because from this punch, what he heard was not only the strength of the fist as sharp as a blade, but also the power comparable to the wind and thunder! The endless air flow around him surged into the fist like an ant, adding to its power.

There was no panic on Ke Yanjie's face, and some were just some unexpected stunned.

"Eat me and turn over the river whip!"

In a moment, Yan Jie roared, and in an instant, he gave the impression that he was no longer a hairy boy, but more like a veteran master who had experienced war.

The soft whip, which had been temporarily discarded by Yan Jie, turned around spontaneously and shot back at this moment, as if he had heard the call of his master. Looking at what the whip is pointing at, it is exactly the Fengsheng who is about to hit Yan Jie.

The whining sound was even worse, but this time it was made by the soft whip breaking through the air.

Feng Sheng's brows furrowed, even if Yan Jie attacked with a dagger before, he didn't move his eyebrows, but at this time, the soft whip with the wind made him deeply jealous. Just listening to this sound of the wind, Feng Sheng knew that this move was by no means comparable to any previous move.

What made him even more distressed was that the speed of the whip was really not comparable to his punch.

Therefore, even if he took the lead and punched one step faster, he couldn't hit Yan Jie before the whip in his back hit his body. What's more, even if he hits Yan Jie by luck, the whip behind his back can kill him.

Feng Sheng knows this better than anyone else.

No one knew the air flow better than him, and judging from the escape of the air flow around him, Yan Jie's whip had reached an attack that he could not resist. The whining wind sound was like the sound of a dragon's groan, and the soft whip that broke through the sky was like a mad dragon, with the power of stepping through the void, as if it wanted to penetrate Fengsheng's thin body.

With a whip, it is as fast as a dragon!

It wasn't until this moment that the audience really knew the true combat power of this kid Yan Jie!

Call.

Punch stop.

Known to be unstoppable, he must try to dodge.

Luckily, dodging has always been his forte.

Feng Shengli gathered his ears, and the direction of the air flow within a few feet around him was all present in his mind in an instant. With this, he could accurately calculate the angle, force, and time of the dragon's whip.

Whoosh.

The soft whip brushed his face.

Feng Sheng skillfully moved his body a moment before the soft whip stabbed him, and dodged it in an extremely thrilling way.

At this point, the first round of the confrontation between the two came to an end.

From the official move of the two to the present, the two can be said to be on the verge of serious injury. As long as one is not careful, or the judgment is wrong, no matter which of the two of them, he will end up seriously injured and defeated, and he will leave the field regretfully.

Especially Yan Jie's last whip, it is even more like a stroke of genius, if it weren't for Fengsheng's superhuman sensitivity to air currents, he would have been hit with hatred and died on the spot.

The square table was silent.

Even the sixteen people in the upper age group on the Shenzhou list were all shocked by this round of battle between the two. It's not that they can't compete with Yan Jie and Feng Sheng, it's just that if they are put back to Feng Sheng's age, I'm afraid that even Ye Cang won't dare to boast that they can reach the same level.

Murong Bo, who was on the throne, looked at the two children facing each other with a smile in his eyes, as if he was saying something like "Look, I didn't misunderstand that kid Fengsheng".

"Don't you know me?"

The situation changed again, and the two of them were adjusting their breathing. Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Jie actually asked Feng Shengdao with a smile.

"Huh?" Feng Sheng was obviously stunned, and then smiled and said, "Have you met my brother and I before? Why don't I have any impression?" Touching his head and thinking seriously for a while, he shook his head again and asked, "Brother, can you tell me where you have met?" Feng Sheng has been to too many places recently, I really don't remember, brother don't be surprised. ”

A look of disappointment slipped under Yan Jie's eyes, Yan Jie squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "That's it, why don't you borrow me a few whips?"

"My brother's whipping method is indeed extraordinary, and I ask my brother's subordinates to show mercy. Fengsheng didn't pay attention to why Yan Jie diverted the topic and gladly responded.

As soon as the words fell, the two snatched out again.

Although the conversation just now was short, in the quiet atmosphere of the audience, even ordinary civilians could clearly hear it, not to mention Xiao Yun, a cultivator with outstanding soul power. But most people heard the conversation between the two of them, although they were puzzled, they didn't pay much attention, but Xiao Yun had other ideas.

Xiao Yun was already a little interested in Fengsheng's origin, and Yan Jie, who was the crown of the chin, unexpectedly challenged the extremely strange thing of the tail crown Fengsheng, which made Xiao Yun feel that there must be a secret between the two of them. And the conversation between the two just now verified Xiao Yun's guess.

At the very least, Yan Jie and Feng Sheng should know each other.

But why does Fengsheng look like he doesn't know Yan Jie at all?

Roar!!

A dragon roar pulled Xiao Yun back from his contemplation, Xiao Yun hurriedly looked at the martial arts test platform, and was attracted by the wonderful competition for a moment, and forgot what he had just thought.

Yan Jie held the whip in his right hand, his arm was constantly turning and turning, and with the soft whip in his hand, it was really like a furious dragon going out to sea and driving the clouds. And the wind sound brought by the soft whip is no longer the whining sound before, but has really become a dragon groan.

Xiao Yun was shocked to realize that the feeling of whipping out like a dragon before was not wrong, Yan Jie's whip was originally a "dragon" that took people's lives!

The angle and force of each whip are just right, and Rao is wind is borrowing the wind to escape, and there is still a bit of an unbearable momentum. Feng Sheng has been sensible for the first time since he met someone who could pose a threat to his "Follow-the-Wind" technique.

That's right, the technique of Feng Sheng borrowing the wind to escape and follow the wind is called "following the wind".