Tang Shangxin was shocked when he heard this, and quickly turned around to look at the place where Zhou Yi had just stood, and sure enough, there was nothing there!
Is he already that powerful
Tang turned her head sadly and looked back at the two people who were confronting each other in front of the mountain stronghold gate, her face full of disbelief. She had quietly left Zhou Yi that day in Shuzhong, hoping to narrow the gap between the two people through her own efforts, but...
The gray-clothed man whom I had just admired with endless respect and fear as if he were a demon god, was now fighting Zhou Yi to a draw! Who was his equal? It had only been a few months, so was it that I was no longer qualified to even compare to him
Zhou Yi's expression became more and more solemn. Just from the thunderous attack just now, Zhou Yi knew that among all the people he had ever seen in his life, this man's martial arts could only be compared with a few people such as Xiaoxiang Pavilion Master Murong Chunqiu, Nine Yang Martial God Yun Chongxiao, and Heavenly Sword Song Wen.
Among these people, Zhou Yi only had one fight with Song Wen, the Heavenly Sword, and the Eight Moves of the Heavenly Sword broke his own Earth-Breaking Heaven and Earth Burning. At that time, Zhou Yi believed that if he met these people in a life-and-death battle, Zhou Yi would definitely lose. However, after he borrowed the power of the He Shi Bi to transform himself and made the Nine Heavens Sutra break through the seventh chapter, Zhou Yi's strength more than doubled.
So at this moment, when facing the gray-clothed man in front of him again, who almost represented the peak strength of the players in the world, Zhou Yi suddenly felt a strong desire to fight!
It's like a thin film gently covering your head, within your reach!
In this case, then...
Let’s fight!
Zhou Yi let out a sharp roar, and the Green Water Sword in his hand, with an unparalleled green sword light, slashed down at the man in gray like lightning.
The sword flashed and disappeared, and there was a loud thunder on the ground. The man in gray was hit by this shocking blow and flew back ten feet from the ground. He rolled about thirty feet on the ground before he stopped.
A long shallow pit about two meters long and half a foot deep suddenly appeared in front of the gate of the village. It was shocking. In terms of scale, it was definitely not as big as the palm-shaped pit that the man in gray had blasted on the gate of the village just now.
The power of this sword was truly earth-shattering. The only eye on the gray-clothed man's iron face revealed an expression of disbelief. He had been invincible throughout his life, but this was the first time he was knocked to the ground.
"I never thought I'd meet such a strong enemy. I thought only Murong Chunqiu could make me exert my full strength. I didn't expect Qianbei Buzui to have such strength. The Central Plains is indeed vast and rich in resources. It's a pity that I didn't bring any weapons. I was indeed too careless!"
The man in gray pondered in his heart for a moment, but his eyes became more stern.
In just a split second, the aura of the man in gray suddenly changed. He stood proudly in front of the village gate, his whole body filled with true energy. The heavy rain came five feet above his head and splashed in all directions, and not a drop of water could touch him.
Wu Yu has reached the peak of his potential in terms of momentum and the circulation of true energy.
This battle has reached the stage where the outcome will be decided.
The man in gray was the first to attack. He leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands together, and a very powerful column of air swirled up. The overflowing airflow alone swept across the entire forest. Even Fu Ziwen and others who were hiding far away behind the forest felt as if the wind was like a knife blade rushing towards them, scratching their faces painfully.
One can imagine how terrifying the airflow accumulated between those hands is.
This is the result of all the strength the gray-clothed man has condensed, and it is probably not much inferior to the Nine Yang Thunderbolt of the Nine Yang Martial God Yun Chongxiao.
Zhou Yi also moved immediately, with a very slow and graceful movement, as natural as the wind and as elegant as a dance, forming a sharp contrast with the murderous man in gray.
But no one could ignore Zhou Yi's extremely elegant sword style, because every movement of Zhou Yi, from his wrist, arms to his eyes, waist, feet, elbows, and shoulders, was carefully coordinated. Each one was perfectly natural, like an antelope hanging its horns without leaving any trace.
The sword was slowly, slowly thrust out.
It pierced out from the most incredible part, and when it pierced out, there was suddenly the most incredible change.
But in this change, there was a small flaw! Against the backdrop of the originally perfect and impeccable sword moves, this tiny flaw was magnified to an infinite degree.
"Oh! No!" Tang Xinxin suddenly stood up from the woods and screamed.
At this moment the man in gray had already taken action. For super masters of their level, the slightest mistake could mean the difference between life and death!
The air current within ten feet around was spinning rapidly, and streams of air fronts like sharp blades collided rapidly within this range, quickly shrinking with Zhou Yi's foothold as the core.
Zhou Yi, who was in the center of the storm, could still move. If he moved, all the overwhelming pressure would be concentrated on him, sweeping him into the cyclone of the rapids.
He has no way out.
The man in gray immediately flew up. In the heavy rain, thunder and lightning, his tall figure that was gradually approaching looked like a demon from the eighteenth level of hell.
Then this demon lowered his waist, dismounted, bent his arms, twisted his waist, and punched. The simplest bow-step punch in his hands seemed to have insight into all the mysteries of the world, returning to basics to the extreme.
And the place where this punch was directed was exactly the flaw in Zhou Yi's swordsmanship, the only flaw!
Then Zhou Yi laughed.
He knew clearly that there was a flaw in the sword he used, and he knew clearly that the opponent's punch was hitting the fatal point.
But when the opponent's punch came head-on, Zhou Yi's sword suddenly changed again. This change was not something Zhou Yi could control, and it was definitely not something he had thought up.
That is the change within the sword itself.
When the wind blows away the earth, isn't it inevitable that some places will be missed? But when the strong wind blows over, who can notice these places
But the flaw was just a change in the sword itself.
It's like a stream of water rushing down a mountain. When it flows down, you can clearly see gaps in it, but when you reach out your hand, the stream has already filled up the gaps.
The flaw in the Third Young Master's sword was not a flaw at all!
In an instant, the boundless sword light quickly penetrated the gray-clothed man's qigong like flowing water. In just a few breaths, the all-pervasive green sword light broke the gray-clothed man's boxing skills completely.
But the man in gray still made an almost perfect response under the most unfavorable situation. His full strength suddenly burst out, and with a sharp roar, he took advantage of Zhou Yi's momentum to fly out, soaring high into the dense forest in the distance, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
Zhou Yi slowly put away his sword, his clothes were soaked. (To be continued)