pound!
The battle on the battlefield was not as fiery as usual.
On the other hand, Zhou Ao had the innate aura to protect his body. He was fearless and attacked unscrupulously. He once pushed Nie Feng to the edge of the battlefield.
pound!
boom!
"Aren't you finished yet?" Cheng Kun, who was sitting on the high seat, lazily opened his eyes and yawned impatiently, "A bunch of clowns are just a foil in the end, a waste of time."
Withdrawing his gaze from Cheng Kun, Old Man Zhuge looked at Nie Feng again, his wretched old eyes swaying from side to side according to the direction of Nie Feng's movement, "I like that little Nie Feng very much."
Seeing Bi You open his eyes, old man Zhuge chuckled and said, "Do you like Nie Feng? Do you want grandpa to match you two? You two are a good match."
"Okay, pretend I didn't say that."
As soon as Old Man Zhuge finished speaking, Nie Feng on the battlefield was so shocked by Zhou Ao's palm that he vomited blood and flew out.
The battle platform was stained with blood, and the duel between the two could be described as brutal. Nie Feng was bloody and bloody, but Zhou Ao was not much better. The innate power of King Kong that was difficult to break was also severely damaged by Nie Feng.
"However, you are still far behind." Zhou Ao twisted his neck to himself, "In my eyes, you are still nothing."
Although he also has his arrogance, he has to admit that Zhou Ao on the opposite side is indeed stronger than him.
Nie Feng also moved. The scattered spiritual power was extremely condensed, and his aura was also forcibly rising, blowing his black hair into the sky, and all the spiritual power in his body was poured into the killing sword in his hand.
Zheng!
At this point, Ye Chen's eyes lit up again, and he could tell that Nie Feng's next blow was not easy.
"Yi'er at his peak may not be able to defeat Zhou Ao, let alone Feng'er." Master Daoxuan also shook his head helplessly.
"I will." Ye Chen nodded, and his eyes flashed with luster. He didn't need to be reminded by Chu Xuan'er, and his eyes never left Nie Feng's sight. Every move he made, including those in his body, The direction of spiritual power flow is evolving very closely in his eyes.
Innate Gang Seal!
Wind God Technique!
boom!
puff!
"It actually penetrated the innate Qi armor. It's not easy." There were voices of amazement from all directions.
"With the last blow, Nie Feng must be at the end of his powerful crossbow!"
On the battlefield, the sound of Zhou Ao vomiting blood could be heard. Obviously, he had not expected that the power of Nie Feng's sword would be so powerful, and he had never expected that the innate Qi that he was so proud of would be penetrated.
This mouthful of blood was spat out by Nie Feng. His face was bloodless, his breath was extremely weak, and he was on the verge of annihilation.
"You will lose after all." Zhou Ao snorted coldly, raised his hand and knocked Nie Feng out with a palm.
On the other side, Nie Feng had flown out of the battlefield like a fallen leaf.
"Just try your best." Looking at the guilt on Nie Feng's face, Feng Wuhen rarely smiled.
In the void, Donghuang Taixin's beautiful eyes flashed, but they were not looking at Zhou Ao, but at the defeated Nie Feng, and smiled leisurely, "Fu Ya, did you notice the artistic conception at the moment when he drew his sword? .”
"Interesting." Donghuang Taixin had an inexplicable smile on his lips, "I wonder if the Sword Master will be very pleased to see it."