Experience in the face of the enemy is the most important, and the prediction and reaction to the situation often determine the outcome.

Nie Yufeng's long sword lured Zhu Zixin's Blood Cloud Cold Spear to block, just to hide the killing move of his left hand.

Zhu Zixin still lacked actual combat training, and was a little caught off guard by the sudden change.

A cold light swept by, and it looked like it was about to sink into his chest.

The dagger was about to touch Zhu Zixin's body when it was swept away by an invisible force.

The formation laid out by Wu Changli played an effective role in time.

Nie Yufeng was a little surprised, this painstakingly planned surprise attack did not cause due damage at all, which made him stunned a little.

Is there still a protective treasure on the other party's body, but he is just an inconspicuous disciple, how can he still hide such a means.

Nie Yufeng froze slightly, and Zhu Zixin immediately seized this opportunity, raised the blood cloud cold spear, and launched a counterattack.

Zhu Zixin has a straightforward temperament, but his mind is extremely flexible.

It is not a fluke to be promoted to the late Yuan infant stage.

With the super fierce weapon of the Blood Cloud Cold Spear, it seems to have activated Zhu Zixin's bloodiness.

With the double encouragement and protection of Wu Changli and Du Xiaobai, Zhu Zixin showed his might.

A blood cloud cold spear danced vigorously, fighting with Nie Yufeng on a par with each other.

The same trick could no longer deceive Zhu Zixin, which made Nie Yufeng a little disappointed. The tactic of luring the enemy deep did not succeed, and the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the opponent was missed.

Zhu Zi's new battle has risen, and the blood cloud cold spear seems to have laid a green forest in the space.

The shadow of the gun is fierce, and there is no way to move forward.

An inch long, an inch strong.

The spear is a fierce weapon for attack, and it covers a wider area.

Nie Yufeng could only swim on the edge of the forest sea under Zhu Zixin's spear, and did not dare to go deep into it.

The momentum of the shadow of the gun is like a forest and the wind.

With Zhu Zixin's forest Daoyi, an area that is difficult to attack has been formed.

With the use of the spear, Zhu Zixin also immersed himself in a wonderful realm.

The forest under the shadow of the gun, Zhu Zixin is the master of it.

Every area of the forest, the subtle movements that take place, are under his control.

The onlookers were full of greenery in front of them, and the shadows of the guns formed an impermeable barrier.

The long sword in Nie Yufeng's hand turned into thousands of streamers, projecting a sharp edge towards the jungle of gun shadows.

Bang bang bang.

Like a gust of wind and rain, it hit the light curtain of the jungle and stirred up bursts of sparks.

The figures of the two men were hidden in the shadows of the guns and the light of the sword, and only the fierce vibrations echoed in the space.

The wood show will be destroyed by the forest wind.

Zhu Zixin's forest Dao meaning seems to be endless, and under the shroud of greenery, the cold light of the shadow of the gun is revealed.

collided head-on, and the two seemed to be half-hearted.

Nie Yufeng had never encountered such a difficult opponent in the same rank, and his face also showed a solemn expression.

The opponent's strength is continuous, and the forest of gun shadows is not leaking.

Even the sword intent of light, which Nie Yufeng had always been good at, could not surpass the vastness of this forest.

Zhu Zixin's Forest Dao Intent became more and more proficient, and he expanded his range from time to time in defense, and his Dao Intent was shrouded within ten zhang of the periphery, which became his unique domain.

Nie Yufeng attacked repeatedly, but he was isolated from the forest, and the light on the blade of the sword seemed to be swallowed up.

Allowing the opponent's field to extend will make your own room for movement smaller and smaller.

Nie Yufeng no longer had a look of frivolity in his eyes, and began to face up to his opponent.

The long sword swept away Zhu Zixin's spear shadow, and the whole person moved quickly around the forest of spears that the blood cloud cold spear had turned into.

Nie Yufeng's body is smart, like fog and wind.

His figure drifted, as if he had become dozens of people, an afterimage left in the air by being too fast.

Each figure is as real as it is, so that people cannot distinguish the real body in it.

Skimming of clouds.

This is the famous mastery of the Floating Cloud Sect.

Under the genius of Nie Yufeng, the power is even more extraordinary.

Nie Yufeng surrounded Zhu Zixin like a horse, attacking the realm of the forest from different angles.

Zhu Zixin stood still, as if he was connected to the earth.

The breath is thick, like a high abyss.

No change should be changed.

Sticking to the position is Zhu Zixin's only belief.

This kind of tactic seems simple, but it is quite difficult to perform, and maintaining the state of the realm is also a great test for Zhu Zixin's Yuan Shen.

Nie Yufeng's figure tossed and turned, and his phantom was everywhere.

From time to time, he unleashed a few swords, testing the weak areas of the realm.

Nie Yufeng's purpose is to find Zhu Zixin's defensive loopholes, and it is difficult for the opponent to capture his trajectory, so he can lead the opponent's nose.

The game between the two people opened the eyes of everyone next to them.

Even the elders of the Floating Cloud Sect nodded at Nie Yufeng's performance.

He is worthy of being a top disciple in the sect, and being able to perform this stunt to such an extent is already the limit of what can be achieved in this realm.

Zhu Zixin also felt that something was wrong, and the urging consumption in his own field was too huge. But if you don't keep the realm running, you will give the other side an opportunity to take advantage of it.

You have to find a way to disrupt the opponent's rhythm and stop defending so passively.

The Blood Cloud Cold Spear in Zhu Zi's novice hand began to tremble slightly, and the entire forest field made of gun shadows shrank inward.

From ten zhang square, gradually shrunk to three zhang.

This compression makes the energy more condensed, and the consumption of the Yuan Shen is also greatly reduced.

The contraction of the forest field, on the surface, seems to be caused by Zhu Zixin's lack of strength and overwhelm.

In fact, the Tao contained in it is more condensed.

When the disciples of the Floating Cloud Sect saw that Zhu Zixin's gun shadow was no longer strong before, they all thought that he was about to lose his support, and they all shouted and shouted.

"Senior Brother Nie, that kid is running out of strength, so kill him in one go. Someone shouted excitedly.

"I'll just say, that kid with fine skin and tender meat is a silver-like wax spearhead, and after a while, he will be physically exhausted. Some people narrowed their eyes and commented on Zhu Zixin.

"As I said earlier, if the Jin Mansion is changed to a Qinglou, this kid is perfect to be a waiter in front of the door. Some people even insulted and did not hesitate to spit foul language.

Zhu Zixin and Wu Changli often quarrel and quarrel, and they have long been immune to these cold words, and they don't pay attention to everyone's ridicule at all.

He only cared about dancing the blood cloud cold spear like an iron wall, fighting steadily and guarding his own defense.

Nie Yufeng's figure also moved inward with Zhu Zixin's forest domain, and a black robe seemed to blow a black wind outside the domain.

Zhu Zixin's spear shadow couldn't lock on to Nie Yufeng's figure, and the scope of the domain was also compressed into a small space.

Nie Yufeng stabbed the spear shadow with his long sword from time to time, slowing down the speed of the blood cloud spear, waiting for an opportunity to tear apart Zhu Zixin's defense.

Zhu Zixin wielded the Blood Cloud Cold Spear more and more heavily, and the energy fluctuations in the domain gradually weakened.

The white air on his forehead was steaming, which was a manifestation of the extreme stimulation of the Yuan Shen, as if he was on the verge of collapse at any time.

Nie Yufeng didn't rush to attack, and carefully observed Zhu Zixin's domain loopholes.

Zhu Zixin's forest realm was turbulent, and the shadow of the spear no longer roared through the air, and all signs showed that he was already at the end of his crossbow.

The corners of Nie Yufeng's mouth were raised, with a hint of a cold smile.

After all, she is still a young chick, and she only knows how to eat it all over the world.

It's a pity that he met himself with a variety of peerless knowledge, and he has been fighting with the other party for so long, which really lives up to his prestige as a genius of the Floating Cloud Sect.

What to do with this guy, whether to break his limbs or break the meridians of his body.

Nie Yufeng was already planning in his heart how to humiliate him to the greatest extent, this kid who had brought trouble to himself.

Zhu Zixin's spear seemed to be about to take off, his body was shaking, and his eyes showed a look of fatigue.

If you dare to call out the Floating Cloud Sect, you must have the consciousness of death.

Nie Yufeng's figure finally emerged, and dozens of figures merged into one.

It's time to wrap it up.

Let the three-foot Qingfeng go to the concern of Hongchen.

Nie Yufeng flicked the long sword in his hand lightly, and let out a crisp and passionate dragon groan, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into the sword.

It is necessary to use this sword to make the opponent feel the taste of death completely.

Nie Yufeng's face was cold, and there was endless killing intent in his eyes.

When the enemy is exhausted, it is the best time to inflict a fatal blow on the opponent.

The long sword in Nie Yufeng's hand bloomed with dazzling brilliance, as if a sun had risen in front of Zhu Zixin.

The intense white light made people unable to open their eyes for a while.

Zhu Zixin was also under this light, and his figure seemed to be bulky.

The blood cloud cold spear in his hand waved blankly, like a headless fly, losing its direction.

At this moment, the long sword crossed countless time and space and stabbed at Zhu Zixin's chest.

Nie Yufeng's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be able to see this sword, breaking a big hole in the opponent's body.

The blade of the sword was cold, and a sharp cold light swept through the air.

Like the call of death, to release bloodthirsty desires.