Zheng Shiyi's body had retreated three feet away. Opposite him, King Fudo was standing with a sword, but he had retreated four feet away.
"King Fudo, he retreated one foot further than Zheng Shiyi!"
"Zheng Shiyi, he actually defeated King Fudo?"
"It's just a competition of physical strength and strength. Zheng Shiyi is stronger than Fudo King!"
"The Fudo King actually fell behind?"
In the venue, exclamations continued to be heard.
"Click..."
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the light curtain, and a crack appeared at the top of the Tongtian Immortal Demon Tower in Zheng Shiyi's hand. The crack quickly spread to the bottom of the tower, followed by another louder crisp sound.
The Tongtian Immortal and Demonic Tower was split into two and completely broken!
"Zheng Shiyi's weapon is broken!"
"King Fudo's sharp sword actually cut off Zheng Shiyi's weapon in one stroke!"
"Qingluan Sword, this must be King Fudo's Qingluan Sword!"
"The Qingluan Sword in the hands of King Fudo. It is said that the sword contains the essence and blood of the sacred beast Qingluan. It was the weapon given to King Fudo after he made great contributions to the Jasper Sect! He actually used Qingluan directly. sword!"
"Just after the fight, Zheng Shiyi's weapon was cut off. What will he do next?"
Among the crowd, Huan Shi, Peng Junyue, and Mo Xing looked worriedly at Zheng Shiyi, who had nothing in his hands.
King Fudo waved the Qingluan sword in his hand slightly, with a strange smile on his face, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "This sword is called Qingluan. I brought the saint back to the congregation, and the leader A treasure given by your own hands!
Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to obtain such a treasure. "
"What? You want to use Yuqi's incident to make me lose my mind? King Fudo, you are a bit too low-end." Zheng Shiyi sneered, looking at the broken Tongtian Immortal Demon Tower in his hand, he was slightly shocked. The Tongtian Immortal Demon Tower, this He took it from the rogue Sanren invited by Wang Shenji.
Later, it was forged by the master of strange medicine, and it was already a heaven-level weapon. However, it was shattered by the Qingluan Sword.
The Tongtian Immortal Demon Tower shattered, and the Blood Hell Pagoda in his Qiankun Bag, which had not been used for a long time, was probably unable to resist the Qingluan Sword.
The only thing left is the Black Scale Knife.
Since coming to this world, I haven't used the Black Scale Sword for a long time.
Although the Black Scale Sword was a treasured sword that he obtained from the Small Thousand World, after arriving in the Great Thousand World, General Wen once said that the Black Scale Sword was very special.
I can also feel that the Black Scale Sword is unique and even evil, so evil that I don't even want to use this magic sword.
But now, the only option is to use the Black Scale Knife.
Zheng Shiyi raised his hand, and a long knife as black as ink appeared in his hand.
It seemed that it had been hidden for too long. As soon as the Black Scale Sword appeared in the air, it immediately made a crisp sound, and streams of rich black aura surged out from the blade. It was not Zheng Shiyi's demonic aura, but it. My own demonic energy!
The appearance of the Black Scale Knife seemed to make the entire world darker.
A gloomy, terrifying, and evil aura spread around.
At the Shenhou Conference venue, on the high platform, Shi Mo looked at the black scale sword that Zheng Shiyi suddenly took out. His body suddenly shook, and a complex light of doubt, surprise, and greed shot out from his eyes. That sword was the legendary sword. The magic knife in the middle
That knife has been lost for too long. If it was it, how could it be in Zheng Shiyi's hands!
King Fudo's expression suddenly became solemn: "I didn't expect that you could hide it so deeply and hide such a magic sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Zheng Shiyi.
Zheng Shiyi's body moved at the same time, and he also rushed forward.
The two people moved at the same time, flying out like two bolts of lightning. Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be split instantly, revealing a clear crack.
In the venue of the Shenhou Conference, everyone felt one green and one black. Two figures flashed past, and then there was a loud bang. It seemed like two giant mountains collided together, and a huge sound resounded throughout the world. ring.
Zheng Shiyi held his sword in front, and had just blocked King Fudo's stabbing sword. He was hit by a huge force, and he took a step back slightly. King Fudo's arm in front of him pushed hard again, and he jumped into the air with the help of the force. As he turned around, his whole body instantly transformed into three figures, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at them.
There are three figures. Each figure stabs with a different sword. Each figure looks extremely real, making it impossible to distinguish between real and fake. It seems like three master swordsmen thrust out a sword at the same time. , there were even three sharp blasting sounds in the air!
Can't tell the difference!
Zheng Shiyi's eyes suddenly condensed. Many of the opponents he had encountered in the past had used multiple silhouette attacks, but none of them could do what Fudo King did. The clones he used made it impossible to tell the real ones from the fake ones!
If you can't tell the difference, then don't tell it!
The black-scaled sword in Zheng Shiyi's hand was like a mace, sweeping forward. On the blade, rich black energy burst out, as if a black mist streaked across the sky, dyeing the space in front of him black. It seems like night is falling.
With one strike of the sword, all three figures transformed by King Fudo were wrapped in it.
In the sky, the two figures of the Immovable King were shattered as soon as they came into contact with the black energy.
The other one is the real body!
Zheng Shiyi turned his wrist and slashed towards the last unbroken black shadow. With one slash, it seemed as if the Milky Way was falling from the sky. It was full of endless power and seemed to be able to chop the whole world into pieces.
Just as the sword was about to fall on King Fudo, King Fudo's body suddenly became blurred in the sky, and a green light flashed. King Fudo's body suddenly jumped forward again, but the speed was faster than before. One minute faster.
What a speed!
Zheng Shiyi was shocked and quickly dodged to the side.
In the air, an extremely sharp sword that seemed to be able to penetrate the armor of a black turtle flew down. The sharp Qingluan Sword instantly pierced Zheng Shiyi's body-protecting aura and passed through his abdomen.
King Fudo's whole body turned into a green light, and he slashed Zheng Shiyi's abdomen with his sword. The speed was so fast that even he couldn't stop, and his body still jumped forward for a distance before he stopped.
Turning his head to look at Zheng Shiyi, whose abdomen was cut open, there was a look of pity in his eyes. If he had the control at his peak, he would have stopped his body immediately after using the sword and launched the second attack. The attack will not be like today.
Zheng Shiyi took two steps back and looked down. He saw that a half-foot-long wound had been opened on his abdomen. An extremely sharp breath flowed into his body along the wound, rushing wildly.
Dong Dong…
Within the body, the dragon grass martial spirit beat wildly, and green vines of light surged out, repairing the injured wounds.
In the abdomen, the wound began to heal slowly, but the speed was much slower than before.
There seemed to be a strange aura clinging to the wound, blocking the healing of the Dragon Grass Spirit.
Zheng Shiyi's expression changed slightly. The aura of the Fudo King that entered his body was so weird. Although the Dragon Grass Spirit could still be repaired, the repair speed was greatly slowed down. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
"If you can dodge one sword, let me see how many swords you can dodge."
King Fudo turned around and soared into the air. Under the sunlight, his whole body turned into a green light, appearing and disappearing in the air. It seemed that it was just a breath of time. His body appeared from Zheng Shiyi's side again, The Qingluan Sword came at an angle, piercing Zheng Shiyi's neck with such speed that it was like a sudden flash of light!
When there was no time to react, Zheng Shiyi suddenly raised the black-scaled knife in his hand and protected it in front of him.
The Qingluan Sword seems to be able to pierce everything in the world. The sharp tip of the sword is like a poisonous snake spitting a message, piercing the black-qi ink-scaled sword.
In an instant, the green light flourished.
King Fudo's whole body was covered with this layer of cyan light.
On the blade of the Black Scale Knife, black light emerged, as if a dark river was surging in, as if it was about to annihilate everything.
Where the swords met, a brilliant spark suddenly burst out, followed by a loud noise as if the entire earth was exploding.
The sound was terrifying, seeming to cause the entire Thousand Worlds of War to shake crazily.
The bodies of the two of them went backwards.
Zheng Shiyi stepped back more than twenty feet before he stabilized his body. An unparalleled energy surged wildly in his body. A stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and his expression became more solemn.
With that sword strike just now, although he had blocked King Fudo's attack at the critical moment, he was unable to fully exert his force because of his rush to respond. In fact, he still suffered a loss.
After King Fudo stepped back more than ten feet, he took three steps on the ground to steady himself. The fighting intent in his eyes became stronger. Zheng Shiyi was able to block the attack just now.
He was able to block this move entirely due to his fighting instinct.
It is really rare, extremely rare to have such fighting instinct at such a young age.
Zheng Shiyi, he is indeed a genius among geniuses, but it is a pity that he is the enemy of the Biyu Sect!
King Fudo's body flew into the air again, his whole body covered with layers of glow. His movement was so fast that people couldn't find his movement track. The Qingluan Sword in his hand struck one after another with fierce moves. , every move is fatal.
Zheng Shiyi was shrouded in black mist, like a demon god from hell. Although he retreated step by step, he still resisted the attack of the Fudo King.
In the venue, everyone stared blankly at the two sides fighting each other, but each of them held their breath unconsciously, their faces full of surprise.
"Is this... really a battle in Houjing?"
"The Fudo King's attack is too profound. Although I have also entered the Qianqiang Hou, but if it were me, I would not be able to withstand even one move from the Fudo King's attack."
"It turns out that the duel at the peak of the Hou Realm is like this."
On the high platform, Shi Mo's eyes were fixed on the sword in Zheng Shiyi's hand. This sword could actually block King Fudo's Qingluan Sword. This must be that sword, and it must be right!
Zheng Shiyi, he actually got that knife!
(End of chapter)