"Air combat?"
"This is bad..."
The people of Emperor Xuanzong were all helpless, thinking that they would lose again in this round.
And this loss is three times the bet!
In everyone's impression, Qin Feng's greatest advantage is his explosive power, which is the ability to release his true energy in an instant.
As for endurance, it doesn't seem to be his strong point.
Although Qin Feng's endurance is not bad, it can be regarded as a first-class level, but his opponent is stronger, known as the "king of endurance" of Taiyimen, which is very helpless.
"Play air combat, you better prepare the coffin."
Yue Zifeng laughed wildly and launched the offensive first.
Huh...
The sword lights interlaced, the true energy is vertical and horizontal, and hundreds of sword shadows are like a frenzy, sweeping towards Qin Feng.
Many people stared at this scene.
Generally, in air combat, many people have to plan carefully and spend every bit of true energy on the blade.
But this Yue Zifeng, the sword qi danced wildly as soon as he came up, it seemed that his true qi was not depleted at all.
"Who said that air combat is better than endurance?"
Qin Feng shook his head and smiled.
In the face of this overwhelming sword light strangling, he was like a giant Yue, unmoved.
Hum...
The Dragon Burial Spear let out a sharp whistle, which turned into a streamer and burst out.
Qin Feng had no defense, but attacked with all his strength.
"What? Is this guy crazy?"
"Not at all defensive? Is this kid looking for death?"
Qin Feng's radical move also changed the colors of the two factions.
Crackling...
The dragon-burial spear penetrated layers of sword aura like electric light, and directly slammed in front of Yue Zifeng.
Compared to Yue Zifeng's sword aura, the Dragon Burial Spear is undoubtedly faster.
Qin Feng did not defend himself, but came first, putting the opponent into a dangerous situation first.
"not good!"
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Yue Zifeng never expected that this caught him off guard.
Facing Qin Feng's fierce blow, he did not dare to neglect the slightest, and quickly swept out a sword, wanting to fire the Dragon Burial Spear.
clang…
Gold and iron fought against each other, and infuriated burst again and again.
Yue Zifeng's arm was numb, and the whole person was shaken back to a hundred meters away, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
As soon as he was shaken back, the sword qi frenzy that rushed towards Qin Feng also broke the power one after another, greatly diminishing.
In this round, Qin Feng was not only unscathed, but also stunned his opponent to gain a foothold.
"How much courage is needed to replace defense with offense?"
Even Elder Chang Song took a deep breath.
Yue Zifeng controlled his sword qi with his mind. Once his mind was distracted, the sword aura would naturally disperse.
And with his current cultivation base, he couldn't separate his mind. Therefore, Qin Feng used offense instead of defense. As long as he disrupted his mind, the crisis would be resolved.
However, this extreme tactic requires great courage. Once hesitates, even if it is just a thought, the effect of the entire tactic will be greatly reduced.
The impact of tactical discounts is likely to be death on the spot.
Without absolute certainty, without strong self-confidence, without veteran experience, Qin Feng would not dare to do this.
"This… "
Old Zijin Dao was also stunned.
He didn't expect that a teenager would be so calm and sophisticated.
For some reason, at that certain moment, he suddenly felt that what Yue Zifeng was facing was not a teenage boy, but a ten-year-old monster.
"It's not good, it's not good..."
Old Zijin frowned and sighed again and again.
"Master, Brother Yue hasn't lost yet, why is this bad?"
"Junior Brother Yue's endurance is amazing, it is impossible to lose to the opponent."
"Yes, as long as Junior Brother Yue entangles the opponent, the final victory must belong to our Taiyi Sect."
Several disciples started talking in a rush.
"What do you know? Do you think endurance is useful?"
Old Zijin's face was gloomy.
Endurance, of course, is one of the biggest advantages of air combat, but it is also based on equal strength.
Obviously, Qin Feng's strength is higher than the opponent.
Only in the tug of war, endurance can play a role.
And if the opponent is too strong and has the ability to win with one blow, then the advantage of endurance will be wiped out.
Looking at Yue Zifeng who was stunned, Qin Feng said with a smile: "What did you just say? A game of cat and mouse? Are you going to play me bit by bit in front of everyone?"
Yue Zifeng's face was sinking into the water, and he was injured by the Dragon Burying Spear just now, and he is still lacking blood.
"I want to see now, who the hell is playing to death?"
Qin Feng's expression became cold, and the Dragon Burial Spear burst out.
call out-
The extremely sharp spear light penetrated the void, like a lightning mad dragon, directly attacking Yue Zifeng.
"Let’s stop talking here."
Yue Zifeng roared violently, and spouted a mouthful of blood.
puff…
The essence and blood scattered on the soft sword, turned into a group of golden flames, and condensed into a huge diamond sword aura.
"Die to me!"
The Diamond Sword Qi swept across the air, as if to cut off all the hills on the opposite side.
This sword gang covers a huge area, up and down, left and right, within a radius of one hundred meters, all are shrouded by sword aura.
Yue Zifeng knew that even if he burns his blood and sends out this strong blow, the opponent still has a chance to escape.
But there is no way, this is all he can think of and can do.
However, what surprised everyone was that this time, Qin Feng did not choose to dodge, but instead slammed out with a punch against the diamond sword aura.
"Head-to-head?"
People of both factions have their eyes wide open.
No one thought that Qin Feng would use such a crazy move to end this last blow.
In the void, fiery infuriating energy swept across all directions, a huge fist-gang, like a fire from the sky, with endless power, blasted toward the golden sword-gang in anger.
boom…
Fist Gang, Jian Qi, two giants collided together.
With a loud thunder, the golden sword gun burst instantly, turning into crystal light fragments, flying around the sky like butterflies.
And that Chi Yan Fist Gang, although most of its strength was weakened, but the remaining true energy was unabated, blasting Yue Zifeng's chest.
Boom!
A dull sound came out, and Yue Zifeng floated a hundred meters away like a kite with a broken line.
"Zifeng..."
Old Zijin Dao's complexion changed drastically, and he rushed out.
Yue Zifeng fell in his arms, spurting blood, the clothes on his chest burned to ashes, the flesh and blood were burnt, and thick black smoke continued to emerge.
"Master... Master..."
Before Yue Zifeng finished speaking, he passed out.
The genius boy of Taiyimen was beaten so miserably, this is also unimaginable.
"Won? We won?"
"Yue Zifeng was defeated, haha, he was turned into a dead dog by Junior Brother Qin. It's really relieved."
"To win this game is equivalent to winning three games back at once, which is too painful."
"Haha, isn't it a genius from Taiyi Sect? Isn't it defeated by Junior Brother Qin? Look at how arrogant Taiyi Sect is?"
In the formation of Emperor Xuanzong, cheers.