"Very good, that's a deal." Feng Bujue smiled confidently, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture, "Please do it."
"What did you say?" Huo Wei was taken aback when he heard that, "You still let me make the first move?"
As a master of Shengyuan Wuji three turns, Huowei can naturally be sure that... the "Feng Liaozhu" in front of him has no internal strength/true yuan/sage yuan; Letting him make the first move would be courting death.
"What a joke! With your physical body, which is not as good as an ordinary body, let alone a trick from me, even if the old man pushes you with a successful stroke, you will die on the spot." Huo Weileng Humming back.
"Not necessarily..." Feng Bujue continued confidently, "Didn't I catch Ren Bufan's sword?"
Hearing this, Huowei's expression changed immediately. Just now he was inside the city gate. Although he heard the conversation outside, he did not witness the scene outside (the barrier is two-way, and the inside cannot see the outside clearly). Based on what he "heard", he took it for granted that... Feng Bujue avoided Ren Bufan's attack, and then used some kind of sneak attack to succeed.
But at this moment, after Brother Jing Jue said this, Huo Wei realized... the owner of Fengliao was the one who really blocked Ren Bufan's attack.
"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Huo Wei thought for a while, and replied, "Okay! I want to see how you can receive the power of my sage with your mortal body."
While speaking, he had retracted the saber in his hand into its sheath, and switched to fighting the enemy with bare hands.
"Eh?" Seeing this, Feng Bujue asked suspiciously, "Senior, why did you withdraw your sword?"
"Hmph..." General Huo sneered, and replied, "You have no internal strength and no weapons, and you let me make the first move... If I use weapons again, it will look a bit ugly."
The implication of his words is: I, Huowei, have been famous for a long time after all, and I have always been upright, so I don't bother to take advantage of a petty person like you.
"Okay... whatever, let's do it." Feng Bujue remained calm on the surface, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief...
In the few seconds just now, he was really worried that General Huo wanted to give up melee combat and switch to long-range attack or something... Then he would screw up his game. Fortunately, the other party just put away their weapons...
"Look! Boy, the first move!" Huowei is indeed an upright person. Even with bare hands, he still feels that he is in an overly strong position in this gambling fight, which seems unfair; so... he is making a move. At the moment, he even drank specially to remind Brother Jue to pay attention.
"It's unnecessary." With the flick of a finger, Feng Bujue's voice appeared behind Huowei...
At this moment, only one thought flashed through Huowei's mind: "I underestimated him!"
However, masters are masters after all, and Huo Wei and Ren Bufan are not at the same level. For those who have stepped into the realm of Saint Yuan Wuji, "pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and attacking suddenly" is mostly unworkable.
But seeing... In the blink of an eye, Huo Wei pulled back his momentum and twisted his body, turned his fist back into an elbow, and used a very simple semi-circular step back to change the direction of his attack.
"Hey...it's amazing..." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "If I were to have a fair duel with an NC of this level under the premise of equal information, the chance of winning may only be 70%..."
Of course, the above idea is just a whim of Brother Jue, the reality is very cruel...
"I'm sorry, senior, you have no chance to make a second move." Feng Bujue faced the elbow that was hitting his chest, and turned slightly to avoid it; at the same time, his left foot was hooked forward. A record of [Bear child's whip kick].
In the face of zero-day calculations and unscrupulous magic skills, Huo Wei's fighting experience is very weak...
"Ah—ah —" the inexplicable sound of the fire screams as the whole man falls flat on his face.
It stands to reason that even if a master of his level is tripped, he can still adjust his body within a second or two before falling down. He should have dozens of ways to keep himself from falling down, but at this moment... he couldn't use even one. It was as if there was an invisible and irresistible force forcing him to fall down. No matter what he wanted to do, he couldn't do it before he fell to the ground.
This is the terrible thing about [Bear Child's Whip Kick] - "100 stumbles all monsters that can theoretically fall down, and provokes the opponent to attack you".
Huowei will never understand that the moment the skill is activated successfully, it is not Feng Bujue who wants him to fall, but the system wants him to fall... Therefore, he has to fall.
"Senior, I accept it." When Huo Wei climbed up from the ground, Brother Jue's declaration of victory had already been uttered; the "Phoenix Tail Feather" was already in Brother Jue's hand.
Surprise, anger, shame, resentment... In an instant, various emotions are like strong wine.
At this moment, Huo Wei seemed to have lost his ability to think, and only Feng Bujue was left in his eyes.
"Ah—" he roared, drew out his sword, and jumped into the air with one step. Then, he carried the whole body of holy yuan... to make a move!
"Old General Huo! No!" The white-clothed woman became anxious immediately, and urged her loudly.
She showed this panic, naturally not because she was afraid that Feng Bujue would have any accidents, she was just worried that General Huo, who had not recovered from his injuries, would get hurt even more. In addition... She was also afraid that she and the two guards would be affected by the attack (after a round of confrontation, Feng Bujue and Huowei had switched positions, and now Brother Jue was facing away from the city gate).
"Well... this strength... I'm afraid I can't resist it with Lanjiao..." Brother Jue looked at the opponent calmly from the perspective of data, and said in his heart, "If you use [燚龘]... there is no suitable one at hand... Ammunition..."
In a flash of thought, Brother Jue thought a lot and made a countermeasure.
"Ma Sun!" In the next second, Feng Bujue yelled harshly.
Before the shouts were finished, the phantom of a purple and gold giant suddenly formed behind him.
"Primitive spirit transforms into form!" The white-clothed woman almost blurted out this sentence when she saw Ma Sun's giant shadow, her face paled in shock.
Lute, who was standing not far away and watched coldly, understood... this NC must have mistaken Brother Jue's summoning skills as an extremely high skill in the world of Shengyuan.
"Liu Huo Chasing Cloud Sword!" On the other side, after a few seconds of deliberation, Huo Wei's move has been stored. Accompanied by a loud roar, his powerful ultimate move came from mid-air.
"Golden Chinese Zhanwu!" With Feng Bujue's Secondary 2 level, how could he not respond when someone called out the name of the move. Therefore, he also made a powerful and vocal move, controlled Ma Sun, raised his sword and slashed at him.
In an instant, I saw...
The golden glow of flowing fire rises with the wind, and the spiritual power of Sheng Yuan rises through the clouds.
The Liuhuo Chasing Cloud Sword swayed down hundreds of scarlet flame sword qi, while the Golden Zhonghua Zhanwu raised a thousand golden sword lights.
The golden red color bloomed all over the sky, and the turbulent energy went straight to the sky.
When the dust fell to the ground, Huowei fell from mid-air and stood leaning on the sword, with a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth.
But Feng Bujue, without changing his face, calmly dismissed Ma Sun, the summoner.
"Feng Liaozhu." At this time, Huo Wei had regained his sanity (the effect of the skill of whipping legs is almost over), and said solemnly, "Forgive me for my poor eyesight... how much I offended you just now..."
"Senior, you are serious." Feng Bujue waved his hands and said, "You are injured, and you show mercy everywhere, I am grateful." He is also very shrewd, knowing that he has to give the other party a step down.
"Hmm..." Huowei seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated. After hesitating for a few seconds, he raised his head and said to the woman in white at the gate of the city, "Bai girl, let Lord Fengliao enter the city."
"But...he hasn't passed the 'wisdom' test..." The woman in white choked back the second half of her sentence, because Huowei winked at her and shook her head.
"Huh..." Two seconds later, the woman in white breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted her facial expression, then looked at Brother Jue and said, "Master Feng Lao..." She looked at Root again, "And this one..."
"My surname is Lu." Root replied.
"Miss Lu." The woman in white went on to say, "It seems that the two of you have met the requirements to enter the city..." She raised her hand and pointed to the city, "Please."
"Hehe... Thank you very much." Feng Bujue smiled at her, and strode through the city gate.
Root followed Brother Jue silently and walked in quickly.
After the two entered the barrier and walked away, Huo Wei suddenly knelt down on one knee and spit out a mouthful of old blood...
"General!" The two guards were shocked when they saw this, and rushed forward.
"Old General Huo!" The woman in white also ran over with the two guards.
"Pfft—I'm fine." Huowei spit out the blood foam in his mouth, took a breath, and quickly stood up by himself, "Don't make a fuss." He put the sword back into the scabbard again, "Just now When urging the moves, I accidentally affected the internal injury... just let me adjust my breathing."
"General, that Feng Bujue just now..." The woman in white couldn't wait to ask, "...who is he? Why have I never heard of him? I haven't heard of the sect of Pojian Tea Lao..."
"Heh... If the old man knew his origin, he wouldn't suffer from being dumb." Huo Wei laughed at himself.
The woman in white murmured: "Could it be... there are really other cultivation methods in this world other than Shengyuan?"
"Who knows..." Huowei replied with a complicated expression, "I didn't believe in his nonsense at first, but...you have all seen it...'Primordial spirit transforming into form' can only be done by masters of Shengyuan Wuji rank seven or above The matter... He, who doesn't even have internal strength, can also do it..." When he said this, Huowei raised his eyes and looked at Hou Miyagi, "In any case, we must report this matter to the Santo as soon as possible..." RS