An hour passed, and more than half an hour passed, and Feng Zhiping couldn't bear it anymore.

It's not that his body can't hold it, his yuan power can still support it for a long time, and his body is still light and agile, but his inventory is not much.

The ground was full of broken swords, and the good spiritual materials turned into scrap copper and rotten iron and paved the ground, and the remaining swords were kicked and placed in the distance, which was snatched by Feng Zhiping.

Gou Anxin saw that he had no god blades against the enemy, so he took the opportunity to deliberately kick several blades away, and his shameless behavior made Feng Zhiping grit his teeth, but it also achieved remarkable results, greatly reducing Feng Zhiping's "staying power".

The higher the cultivation, the higher the importance of the treasure blade, and at their level, without the blade, they only rely on their fists and feet, and the result is only one way to lose.

The mandarin duck knife in his hand was cut off by a sword, and Feng Zhiping retreated, dispelling the earthly spiritual power that had invaded his body while the afterglow was swept away, and his heart sank.

There are still three blades left, a ring-headed broadsword that is not important, a human-level high-grade long sword that contains the two spiritualities of Jin Lei, and the treasure at the bottom of the box-Xiaoluo.

In terms of spiritual power alone, Xiaoluo is obviously inferior to the double spiritual sword, but it has great growth potential, and Feng Zhiping has some other thoughts about it, so it is regarded as the last hole card, and he doesn't want to hurt it until he has to.

Picked up the ring head big knife to face the battle, after twenty strokes the sword was gone, and after more than ten moves to stop the waist and break, the big knife became a short knife and then a kitchen knife, squeezed out the last spiritual back as a hidden weapon and threw it out, Feng Zhiping did not look at the result, and withdrew to the last two swords again.

After hesitating for a moment, he still picked up the Twin Spiritual Sword.

During this time, he really made a lot of human-level high-grade treasure blades, but none of them could surpass the handle in his hand, because he was not willing to "lower his mouth", and forcibly resisted the impulse to stay on this occasion.

"It's your turn to wield. Feng Zhiping muttered to himself, and Yuan Li secretly urged, "Don't let me down." ”

As if hearing his words, the sword was full of light, and even burst out a few electric sparks, Feng Zhiping was startled and almost didn't throw it out, the sword of the thunder spirit was the first time he played it, he didn't expect it to be so scary.

Swallowing his saliva, he immediately smiled when he saw Gou Anxin, who rushed over, retreating vigilantly.

"Afraid or not!"

"It's not me who is afraid, right?" Gou An was angry, Feng Zhifangcai's fright did not escape his eyes, but this guy still had the face to ask himself if he was afraid.

But to be honest, he is indeed a bit empty.

There are many spirits of treasure blades, the five elements are the foundation, and they are the most, and there are also special spiritualities such as wind and thunder, phantom, hidden light, dark shock, silence, etc., each with its own miracles, among which thunder is recognized as the most fierce and destructive, and the most famous is the thunder sword in the hand of Qiu Mobai, the sect leader of Diancang, which is said to be much better than the thunder in the depths of the sea of clouds.

The sword in Feng Zhiping's hand is naturally far inferior to Lei Xiao, but it is not to be underestimated, the thunder and lightning are between the virtual and the real, melting water and fire scorching gold and wood, four of the five elements can't take it, only the power of the earth can resist one or two.

Holding the hilt of the sword tightly, Gou Anxin finally understood why Uncle Ma Shang gave him an earth-walking sword instead of the most suitable golden spiritual sword.

It turned out that Uncle Ma had already known that the other party had a thunder sword in his hand, and he was worried that he would suffer a loss when competing with his innate power, so he prepared early.

"Cut, pretend, you'll know it's awesome later!" Feng Zhiping sneered back, feeling embarrassed, he was indeed a little embarrassed just now.

Thinking of Gou An's new movements, as well as the appearance of Ma Shang when he evaporated the antidote that day, he poured the Yuan Force into the finger of the sword and gently wiped it on the sword body.

Suddenly, the translucent electric sparks with purple in the blue and purple arc with the fingers, crackling and crisp sounds, until the fingers left before stopping, like a whip, it was fun.

"Interesting, eat me a slap in the face of Lei Gang!"

The sword slashed with all its strength on the full moon, and the sword shot out, and the light blue with a chance of distortion could be faintly seen in the afterimage.

Gou Anxin pursed his mouth and slashed in response, the dim yellow Jian Gang and Lei Gang collided, and the strong wind dispersed in an instant, and many people felt that their scalps were slightly numb when they blew to the sidelines, and their hair seemed to stand up.

"Come again!"

Feng Zhiping slashed again, followed by the force under his feet and rushed in behind.

Gou Anxin responded with a slash, but he didn't see Feng Zhiping hidden behind Jian Gang, and when Gang Mang dissipated the wind for the second time, he found that a person dragged his sword to kill, and hurriedly changed his move to meet him, and the two swords struck together.

This time, the grade of the blade was half a catty, the piercing sound of the exchange was continuous, Feng Zhiping's swordsmanship was higher, Gou Anxin overwhelmed people with force, and the two fought equally, occasionally accompanied by crackling electric sparks and a dull earthy atmosphere.

Gou Anxin felt that Feng Zhiping was reinforcing again and again, knowing that this might be the last fight, while carefully guarding against the moves, he secretly raised his breath, preparing to find an opportunity to defeat the enemy in one blow.

As long as he hits the body once, no matter which part, he doesn't believe that Zhiping can withstand it, no matter how strong this person is, he is not perfect, relying on the side door left way to transfer the innate power does not mean that he is really a quasi-congenital like himself.

Ten moves, twenty moves, thirty moves.

After a hundred moves, the radical Feng Zhiping's momentum suddenly relaxed, and there was a trace of stagnation in the interlocking sword moves.

Exhausted!

Gou Anxin's eyes were shining, condensing all his spiritual sense to stimulate the spiritual power of the earth in the sword to the greatest extent, and piercing the sword along the gap.

"You've lost!"

"Hah!"

Feng Zhiping sneered, the messy sword momentum suddenly returned to obedience, sideways and let go of the sword backhand to shoot back, and said with a smile in his mouth: "It's you who loses!"

"It's early precautions!"

Gou Anxin sneered, the other party has been majestic for a few months, how can he not know this trick?

The scabbard that had been held in his hand as if it had not moved suddenly moved, and he was inserted horizontally in the middle to block the thunder sword, and the sword in his right hand was changed to wipe and cut at Feng Zhiping's left arm.

All it takes is one blow, and one blow will definitely make him lose resistance!

Seeing the blade of the sword touching his clothes, Gou Anxin's heart beat to his throat with excitement, but Feng Zhiping's eyes suddenly showed a joke, and his heart tightened when he saw it in his eyes.

Fraud?!

didn't let him wait long, Feng Zhiping gave an answer, and a dagger hidden in his sleeve turned out at some point, not with a blade, but with the end of the thickest and strongest handle, and it was on the blade in a timely and accurate manner.

When was it hidden?!

Gou Anxin was a little confused, but this was not over. Longlong

The dagger, which had made a great effort to block the mortal blow, moved again, stabbing horizontally with the remaining strength, and piercing the wrist holding the sheath.

Without a hurry to dodge, the scabbard and the tips of his fingers Gou Anxin chose the latter without hesitation, but he didn't give up completely, and quickly probed down while letting the dagger go, and the scabbard reached his hand again, and smashed it into Feng Zhiping's kneecap as a short stick.

This is going to be hit, and the iron legs have to be scrapped, don't think about it if you don't raise it for a year and a half.

Feng Zhiping didn't expect the other party to react so quickly, and in a hurry, he struggled to lift his leg and hit him hard with his calf, there was no sound of bone cracking, but the severe pain still filled the tears, and the anger rose and scolded indiscriminately, "Looking for death", Yuan Li recklessly poured into the sword and slashed back.

It's been a long time since he's used all his strength like this, and at this moment, Feng Zhiping doesn't care if he will faint later, he just wants to kill this rotten thing who almost broke his leg with a sword.

The surging Yuan Force completely ignited all the spirituality of the sword, and there was a sharp click, and at the same time, there were raging flames bursting out, and it was impossible to see the specifics, only to see the light of thunder and fire enveloping Gou Anxin, and then covering both of them.

Time seemed to stand still, everyone forgot to breathe, and even their hearts seemed to stop.

The next moment, a figure flew out, a little crimson sprinkled along the way, and the body was swirled with arcs and scorched smoke.

"It's Big Brother!"

The disciples of the Broken Army Pavilion saw their faces clearly, and their colors changed in shock.

Could it be that with Gou Anxin's ability, he can't control the "wife demon"?!

Just when everyone was lost, Jiao Ren suddenly moved, turned over on the ground with his sword on the ground, spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and slowly got up.

On the other side, Feng Zhiping stood crooked, looking lame, and the hand holding the sword was bruised and bloody, as if the blood vessels had burst.

The two stared silently and breathed silently, and the atmosphere instantly cooled down.

"You lost. ”

Gou Anxin opened his mouth first, looked at the bloody leg, and showed a triumphant smile.

"Admit defeat, lose to me, you are not ashamed. ”

Feng Zhiping beat his spirit and sneered: "I am paralyzed on the ground, and I can kill you with spittle." Come on, keep fighting, if you can move!"

The smile disappeared little by little, and Gou Anxin's eyes were gloomy.

He actually saw it?

Every breath was tingling, and his body was numb as if it wasn't his own, but he didn't show the slightest timidity, was he so confident?

"Okay, then keep fighting!"

Gou Anxin responded coldly, took a step with a sigh of relief, endured the pain of crushing his back molars, and took another step firmly with his other foot.

Damn, this thing really moves?!

Feng Zhiping's heart was pounding, and he tried to move, but sadly found that he still couldn't move.

The injury on the leg is one thing, the wound invading the body is the culprit, the sword species is so excited that it spins wildly, driving Yuan Li to "drag" the raging earth spirit power back to his side to feast, but the earth spirit power is too much, and it is not clean for a while, and now his body is as heavy as Huashan, let alone moving, it is rare to be able to keep standing.

Do you really want to lose to him?

Feng Zhiping hated it, but there was nothing he could do.

The consequence of the all-out attack is physical exhaustion, coupled with the pain and harassment, the eyelids fight for a while, and no matter how high the spirit is, they can't keep them honest.

Seeing that the other party was approaching step by step, Feng Zhiping was anxious, and the little spiritual power remaining in the sword was rapidly dissipating, even if he could move, he had to get Xiaoluo if he wanted to do it.

Ke Xiaoluo...

Why, why didn't you want to get closer!

The distance of more than two zhang only takes two verticals, and you can get it with a big jump with all your strength, but now, it is almost time to catch up with the east and west banks of Longting Lake.

What to do?

What to do?!

Feng Zhiping stared at Gou Anxin, his mind was surging with one contingency plan after another, his eyes were closed unconsciously, his consciousness was half-awake, and he gradually walked towards the abyss of silence, but he could still "see" Gou Anxin approaching, I don't know if it was the imagination derived from the last memory, or something else.

When Gou Anxin was less than a foot away from him, he suddenly found that he could move, his vision gradually raised from the ground, and then flew into the air, especially swooping up and down towards Gou Anxin, that hateful face was full of astonishment and confusion, and a trace of fear of the unknown.

Feng Zhiping doesn't care about those, hit his head and bite with his teeth, as long as he can win, he has to lose both sides to not lose face, and the most important thing is to keep Xiaoluo.

When he bumped into it as he wished, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know who was going to be.

Outside, the tip of the Thunder Fire Sword pierced into Gou Anxin's chest, less than two widths away from the middle acupoint, and the middle of the sword body was held in an old and powerful hand, it was this hand that saved his life, and stopped the long sword at the critical moment.

Looking at Hu Lao with his hand, Gou Anxin only said a "how", and then fainted on the ground in front of him.

"Bandage, stop the bleeding, and take it to Chunfeng Hall!"

Hu Lao glanced at Gou Anxin casually, greeted him, threw away the waste sword, and stared at Feng Zhiping tightly with a pair of smart eyes that did not match his appearance at all, and there was confusion, incomprehension and amazement in it.

"Fainted?"

Feng Zhiping half-closed his eyes, with a disdainful smile that only the winner had on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes, smile and expression did not move at all, at first glance he thought he was awake, but in fact he was unconscious, but this kid did not change his stubborn temper when he fainted, and he still dragged a set of injured legs and stood straight.

"In this battle, Feng Buping won! Someone come, treat his wounds, find a car, and send him to Chunfeng Hall quickly!"

After briefly announcing the results, and calling for the first time to treat them, Hu Lao stepped back slightly, and looked at each other speechless with Wang Mingda and others who rushed over, with puzzled expressions.

The last sword, as if it flew.

How can it fly?