Reference 2547 War of Attrition, Victory or Defeat with a Thousand Tricks

"Bad knife!"

Ji Yefeng roared, and the magic knife swung in front of him, turning into a barrier.

The terrifying sword glow soared into the sky, slashing towards those Dao seals.

"Bang bang!—"

Countless terrifying forces exploded in the air, creating circles of ripples.

Qin Xiaoyu's face changed drastically, and he cried out, "Taoism? This..."

She clearly felt that the move of the three thousand seals of Huadao Tongtian contained extremely terrifying power, just like the traces of the Dao.

The horror and shock in his heart was even higher than Yang Qingxuan's unscathed.

Ji Yefeng was also horrified, and saw Yang Qingxuan turn into a flaming meteor, shoot down with a halberd in his hand, and hit his head directly.

"Damn it!"

Ji Yefeng gritted his teeth fiercely, raised his knife to block it, and shook Yang Qingxuan away.

But in an instant, Yang Qingxuan flew back again and slashed down again.

"Bang bang bang!—"

Huge sword lights and halberd lights continued to bloom in the air.

Although the power is not as powerful as the terrifying collision in front, the intensity and fierceness are not at all inferior to the previous one.

Although Ji Yefeng was covered in blood, his realm was indeed one star higher than Yang Qingxuan's, and he was also a king's talent. When the battle started, that terrifying talent was immediately revealed, without any softness or hindrance. Moreover, he quickly gained the initiative in the battle and kept pressing Yang Qingxuan to fight.

Yang Qingxuan gradually turned from offense to defense, and began to lose the wind, but he still clung to the opponent tightly, preventing Ji Yefeng from having the slightest chance to breathe.

"What's going on? Ji Yefeng is already injured like this, but Yang Qingxuan is not injured at all?!"

The disciples of the famous clan of the Holy Sect were all horrified, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

It was obvious that Ji Yefeng had the upper hand, but the appearance of blood and flesh flying all around made people wonder if he really had the upper hand?

On the other hand, Yang Qingxuan, who was passively defending, except for his pale face, was shimmering with golden light, with purple veins and veins, and he still looked like a jade tree facing the wind.

Qin Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and said: "What a powerful physical technique! Immortality, immortality, immortality, it is said that he got the immortal body of Vajra Prajna, it seems to be true."

The female disciples of Nianhualou were all astonished, and said in surprise: "One of the four supreme bodies?"

Qin Xiaoyu nodded, and said: "Besides this, there is no other kind of physical skill that can drag the opponent to fight with such a huge difference in realm, and it is not weak."

An elderly woman asked, "Who does Xiao Yu think will win?"

Qin Xiaoyu pondered and said, "If it was before the war, I would 100% overwhelm Ji Yefeng. But now...it's hard to say..."

The female disciple glanced at Qin Xiaoyu, and said: "Since your thoughts have wavered, I'm afraid you have already turned to Yang Qingxuan?"

Qin Xiaoyu frowned, she really thought so in her heart, but she didn't want to, didn't want to, and couldn't admit it.

The female disciple's eyes flashed coldly, she looked at Qin Xiaoyu, and said in a low voice: "This Yang Qingxuan is too scary, although Ji Yefeng is not his opponent, but I believe Xiaoyu can definitely win him, why don't you take advantage of him? grow up..."

Sensing the murderous intent, Qin Xiaoyu was startled, and said, "No! This matter cannot be done without leaks. Once Yang Qingxuan's friends find out the truth, Nianhualou may be in big trouble."

The female disciple said: "But let him grow up, I'm afraid he will surpass the six kings in the future."

Qin Xiaoyu smiled wryly and said: "If it's true that the skills are inferior to others, I will be convinced. Besides, the six kings have already passed, and now they are five kings. I'm afraid it will be..."

The battle between Ji Yefeng and Yang Qingxuan was still at a stalemate.

It seems that everyone has already foreseen the direction of the battle.

Because Yang Qingxuan's condition is really good, there is no blood on his body, and he healed himself instantly when he was injured.

Ji Yefeng, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. The power from the sword light and halberd blade not only added new wounds, but also widened old wounds, making his condition worse and worse.

But Ji Yefeng was worthy of being the king. Even though he was in a weak physical condition, he fought Yang Qingxuan with thousands of moves, and almost all of them were at the same level, and his moves were not affected by his injury.

Yang Qingxuan was extremely depressed in his heart. He thought that after a few hundred moves, the opponent would definitely get tired, and then it was time to fight back.

But after thousands of moves, the opponent did begin to weaken to a certain extent, but his own strength also weakened a lot.

If he hadn't possessed two supreme divine bodies, he would have been defeated by the sword long ago.

"impossible!"

Ji Yefeng's eyes were scarlet, his mentality became a little unstable, and the speed of his sabering became rapid.

It was extremely difficult for Yang Qingxuan to deal with it, but fortunately, as long as he protected his vitals, the remaining minor injuries could heal instantly.

The two fought thousands of times, but they remained almost the same. Ji Yefeng's appearance became more and more terrifying. He bled so much that he finally had a tendency to sink faster.

Yang Qingxuan maintained his patience, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and still responded calmly.

Soon, Ji Yefeng's face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, and every time he cut it, his power was doubled.

Yang Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, and looking for the right opportunity, he swiped a halberd across Ji Yefeng's shoulder, smashing all the meridians, and blood spewed out with a "chih".

Ji Yefeng was horrified. He felt that his right hand suddenly couldn't use his strength. The magic knife sank, and Yang Qingxuan's halberd slashed it, sending the knife flying out.

Ji Yefeng was anxious and angry in his heart, so he flew to grab the knife, but Yang Qingxuan would not be willing, and he was pushed over in an instant, enveloping him completely, and finally he was slashed by the halberd again without a few moves, and stabbed him into the shoulder.

The void fell silent again.

Ji Yefeng looked down at the halberd pierced into his right shoulder, his right hand shook slightly, unable to use any strength at all, his eyes were scarlet, and he roared, "Kill me!"

Pushing hard on his shoulder, the halberd penetrated even further.

It seemed that the pain in his body could alleviate the humiliation and grief in his heart.

Ji Yefeng closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to die.

"No! You can't kill him!"

The disciples of the Ji family were in a hurry and shouted one by one: "If you dare to kill him, the Ji family will definitely chase you to the ends of the earth!"

Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "What are you talking about? He is only allowed to kill me, but I am not allowed to kill him? Have you got -S in your head?" As he spoke, he shook his halberd, and with a "chi" sound, Ji Yefeng's right shoulder and arm were Cut it all off.

"No!"

The disciples of the Ji family were in a hurry, and their eyes were tearing apart. Ji Yefeng was the pride of the Ji family and the future of the Ji family. If Ji Yefeng died here, not only would they have a heavy responsibility, but the entire Ji family would not be able to bear it. general loss.

An older Ji family elder hurriedly clasped his fists and said respectfully, "It was our inappropriate words just now, and I hope Master Qingxuan will forgive you. As long as Ye Feng is let go, everything will be easy to talk about."