"What kind of life is this" was a little dazed, looking at the shattered spatial rift beside him, watching the fragments being quickly condensed by a divine power, completely erasing the only trace of the son of Wufeng's life, Fengchen muttered.
Fang Cai's punch clearly only passed by his ear, and just a little more could shatter his skull.
Did the Son of the Bladeless do it on purpose?
I'm afraid not, the attitude and decisive decision when punching were all cut through the moment of the wind, and they were accurately transmitted to Fengchen's mind, so that he could understand how this punch was made.
But even so, there is still something that can't be let go: the son of Wufeng is dead, and he died of exhaustion, so who should be sentenced to win this battle In other words, does Fengchen have the qualifications to enjoy the fruits of this victory?
No, the wind and dust are unacceptable.
"Are you okay?"
Bai Moyu's eager voice interrupted Fengchen's dazed confusion and made him realize where he was now.
On the battlefield, there is not much time left for him to be in a daze.
In fact, in the moment of distraction just now, two king-headed guards had already invaded.
One end was blocked by Yan Potian, while the other end was stopped by other cultivators in time to avoid danger.
Thankfully, because the battlefield between the three of them and the Son of the Bladeless was located on the front wing, the blow of the Son of the Bladeless just happened to happen at the end of the battle and he wanted to continue walking towards the depths of the battlefield.
Therefore, in the 10,000-meter sky swept by, there were almost no cultivators or monsters.
Just imagine, if this blow had been directly blasted into the battlefield with a large number of people at that time, how many innocent lives would have died tragically under this punch If that were the case, the situation would be chaotic.
"I'm fine, how are you" couldn't be hit, and the king's guards naturally didn't dare to face the three of them at the same time, so they immediately chose to shift their positions and look for other cultivators.
Because of this, the three of them temporarily ushered in a free period, and Fengchen was able to speak.
"If you were a little qgren, you'd be able to treat me."
Bai Moyu snorted a little unhappily.
Although it can be said that the reason for inviting Ripple is to focus on one person, and there is no way to take care of other things at the same time, she feels targeted.
"I'm fine, too."
Yan Potian didn't say much, although he was talented, he was indeed nervous from the bottom of his heart.
He knew that Ripple would make a move, but he didn't expect that the Son of Bladeless would finally be able to explode such a terrifying punch.
At that moment, if he hadn't been stunned for a moment, he would have almost liberated the power of inheritance and personally took action to block the wind and dust.
Fortunately, he was stunned for a moment, and because of this, the punch came out perfectly, passing through the ears of the wind and dust, without causing any practical effect.
The feeling of being lost and regained was a little empty, and in order not to expose it, Yan Potian chose to be indifferent to cover it up.
It's just that no one cares too much about his indifference.
First, they were not familiar with each other, and they thought that he had regained his proud nature.
Second, the battlefield at this moment is still full of eye-catching pictures, and even the dust at this moment cannot be avoided.
"Mo You, Yan Potian, you two go to support the star picking, I'll go over there and have a look."
Fengchen immediately made a strategic distribution.
On the star-picking side, he used the Arrow of Sigh, which caused great consumption to himself, but did not cause any damage to the son of Dingjun.
This made the situation of the stars in the subsequent battle even more embarrassing, and it was almost on the verge of collapse.
Bai Moyou and Yan Potian are both injured, and if they go alone, there is not much difference between them and delivering food, so let the two of them go together.
In this way, it is still impossible to defeat the son of Dingjun, but it can continue to delay time.
And this is also the way of fighting that has been decided from the beginning, after all, the son of Dingjun is outside the blessed range of the Holy Light Fortress.
As for Fengchen himself, "In this state, there are still five seconds left, so you have to make good use of it" Through the communication of divine consciousness, Fengchen has determined that his special state at this moment can only last for ten seconds at most, and now, five seconds have passed.
Fengchen's target has already been determined: the main battle in another place takes place between the Children of Ruohuo and the Boundless Mercenary Group of Hanhai.
The Son of Sleeve Dance and Yan Fusheng's spirit chess battle could not intervene, and the Son of Slaughter was too strong, even if he was in the past, Feng Chen could not be sure that he could end the battle with the other party in just five seconds.
As for the battle between the Son of the Sky Catcher and the Son of the Bladeclaw, it was relatively stable, and if he rushed in and broke the balance, he didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
Relatively speaking, the Hanhai Boundless Mercenary Group, which has gradually revealed its lack of strength, is the party that needs the most external help at this moment.
And from the very beginning, the Heavenly Fire Judgment Domain, which had become an obstacle to external and internal communication, was not impossible to destroy for the wind and dust at this moment.
Therefore, Fengchen is extremely suitable to strike at this moment, and it is also extremely suitable to become the standard-bearer who guides the final outcome of this battle.
"Dark Flame Piercing the Sky" is like an arrow, and like a meteor, the purest Dark Flame, condensed into the most condensed posture, with the gentle wave of the wind and dust arm, it burst towards the fiery red field, and then, on the surface of the field, the flowers exploded.
The strength has reached a certain level, and even if it is a barrier shaped by rules, it is just as fragile.
A flame pierced through the air, and the shell of the Heavenly Fire Judgment Domain was blasted open with a hole more than ten meters in size, and the cracks and cracks were even more mottled.
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"What person" Ruohuo's huge body trembled violently, stopped chasing after the flying general Hanyu, his eyes revealed a little horror, and he turned his head to see who had destroyed his Heavenly Fire Judgment Domain.
And what is this person doing here?
At the same time, the flames burning in the hands burst out in a more violent way, and as the body twisted, it inadvertently condensed into brilliant fireballs, which shot out suddenly at a speed that the naked eye could not reach.
"The wind gathers fire."
Fengchen's response is very simple, since the other party uses fireballs to attack him, then this side will also use the way of others to treat others.
Although it is said that it is a speed that is difficult to reach with the naked eye, relatively speaking, the speed of wind and dust is actually better.
Not to mention, without any scruples, the moment the wind pressure was stirred, Fengchen knew everything.
The way is still the same way, three years have passed, the wind gathers the fire or the wind gathers the fire, the difference, but the fire has changed, and the amount of compressed fire has changed.
If a long, long time ago, wind and dust could only compress the amount of fire by one, then now, it is one million.
Therefore, the same move, in today's time, the power that bursts out is absolutely different.
The same number of pitch-black fireballs greeted the brilliant fireballs inaccurately, and the moment they touched, they released the horrors they contained.
The fiery red flames and the pitch black were mixed together, and each wanted to go further and devour the other, but neither could do anything.
The first encounter seemed to end with a simple and clear draw, and the second encounter also followed.
"Star Flame Slash" is also a very simple move, almost used by the wind and dust, this time, it is just a rapid march, the whole person is like a pitch-black meteorite, straight hook towards the son of fire who is on fire.
"Fire Fang Chong" has no intention of evading, even if the momentum that Fengchen bursts out at this moment completely overwhelms him, if the son of fire will not retreat, not to mention, in his opinion, it is just evenly matched.
The flames shifted and gathered almost instantaneously, one overhead and one under the feet.
The top of the head condensed into two horns, and under the feet, it was extremely hard flesh, with the sudden bending of the knees, a rush, the void directly kicked out a hole more than ten meters large, and at the same time, the fiery red body, like a cannonball, rushed out.
And the pair of flame horns on top of his head directly cut and tore the sky.
"Maybe I chose the wrong opponent.
Being able to force those two guys into this way, such combat power, if you can fight in person, you will definitely have to deal with these two annoying cultivators, which is much more refreshing. ” The Son of Slaughter waved his hand and broadsword in annoyance, wanting to kill Fengyun, who already had little strength, as soon as possible, but he couldn't kill these two people accurately.
Everyone is so popular, and before he sees the amazement of the wind and dust, the son of slaughter may still think that Fengyun is a good opponent.
At least until now, it's hard to have an effect on their own attacks, let alone kill them.
But after seeing Fengchen's performance, the son of slaughter suddenly felt that this was completely weak.
"I can't imagine that he's going to die, isn't it, are we really going to lose, no, if I lose here, then I'll be in the future...
No, we can't lose here, these human beings all have to die."
In the distance, the son of Dingjun witnessed the fall of the son of Wufeng, and there may not be much sympathy, but for an ant with a rope, there is always sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox.
If, at first, he thought that he could end the fight by paddling like this, now he must do his best.
"It seems that your state of mind is a little messed up."
Yan Fusheng looked at the opponent in front of him with a smile, and he lost his mind for a moment, allowing him to seize the opportunity in time and take the lead in condensing the spirit statue of one side.
It may not be certain that he will win, but this is the first time he has been able to get a bargain since he played the game.
Relatively speaking, although the other party has been dominating the wind, it has not taken much advantage.
"After all, they are companions who share the same disease, and if they die like this, it will inevitably be a little touching."
The Son of the Sleeve Dance replied lightly.
The loss of consciousness was only a momentary thing, and it quickly returned to normal, and even when he said such things, he looked like he was not salty.
"It seems that you also have a story to tell."
Yan Fusheng smiled and commented a few words, but he didn't have the idea of holding on to this topic.
Although many times, this kind of topic can often become a means to influence the other party's mood, Yan Fusheng has no intention of using it.
In the absence of an obvious decline, he still hopes to fight for victory by normal means.
The Son of the Sleeve Dance did not continue to answer, because it was already his turn to fall, and there was only a crisp sound of falling son.
Time is always fair, and every minute and second corresponds to different people and determines different pictures.
And at this moment, at this second, the picture is fixed in the wind and dust, or the body of the son of fire, in fact, there is not much difference.
The two of them finally collided together, like two huge meteorites colliding together, the black flame and the fiery red flame soared into the sky in an instant, and the pitch-black knife and the fiery red horn were dead together, and no one wanted to give it to anyone, even a millimeter.
The fierce collision completely destroyed the entire Heavenly Fire Judgment Domain, and then space, a huge rift nearly 100 meters wide, gradually appeared in the sky with the raging impact of the collision, and their hearts were the children of wind and dust and fire.
Fengchen's physical condition is very poor, although he is performing very well, but the situation hidden inside the body is almost on the verge of collapse.
Every second, there must be several meridians that explode because they can't withstand the collapse of spiritual power, but then the mysterious power injected by the ripples is also healed by the pure healing power, and once again accommodates the terrifying spiritual power that continues to rage until it collapses again.
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Perhaps every time the meridians are reborn from collapse, they will be relatively tougher, but the speed of this change is too slow, and in these few seconds, it is even more difficult to see any results, and it is impossible to truly use it in actual combat to defeat the enemy.
This is only the internal situation, as for the outside of the body, it is even more ravaged by the impact of the confrontation of two powerful attacks.
If you don't use spiritual power to protect your body all the time, I'm afraid you can be directly crushed into tens of millions by this terrifying impact.
But even so, Fengchen still has no intention of retreating, it is better to say that he has no room and choice to retreat at all.
The hedging of power, the losing side will inevitably die directly, no matter how strong the ripples are, it is impossible to save the lives that died instantly, at least at this moment, it is absolutely impossible.
At this moment, there are only three possible outcomes for Feng Chen.
Defeated the Son of Fire and survived.
Defeated by the son of the fire, he died at the hands of the opponent.
Or the end of an undefeated and undefeated situation.
Therefore, the choice left to Fengchen is only to continue to persevere, in order to usher in the final victory, and there is no other way.
And what's worse is that if it's not clear how long the Child of Fire can last, on the Wind and Dust's side, once the last five seconds have passed, the blessing of the clear ripples has disappeared, which also means that Wind Dust's own injuries will no longer heal on their own.
At that time, even if the son of fire does not kill Fengchen with his own hands, he is afraid that Fengchen will be on his side, or he may be directly squeezed by spiritual power and die in his own hands
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