Chapter 753 Feng Zhuiyun Is Out

After the blow, the nine short swords seemed to have lost all their energy and fell to the ground. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

The unwilling Feng Zhuiyun reluctantly stretched out his hand, and strangely, he actually regained control of the Nine Stars Linked Sword.

Instantly, they were combined into a long sword, but his right shoulder was pierced by the sword energy, and the power of holding the sword was greatly reduced. Feng Zhuiyun gritted his teeth, handed the sword to his left hand, and hurriedly performed a sword technique.

"Boom..."

When the swords and swords intersected, Feng Zhuiyun, who had suffered a series of setbacks, was chopped into the air by the "Fire Rising to the Sky" burst out by Ye Feng.

It was not until he hit the stone wall behind that Feng Zhuiyun stopped his figure and couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Feng Zhuiyun, the leader of the four little geniuses and the elite disciple of Tianji Hall, looked exhausted, burnt and bloodstained, and had long lost his previous majestic and resolute demeanor.

Not daring to hesitate, he quickly took out a healing pill from the storage ring and swallowed it.

But how could Lin Tujue and Ye Feng sit and watch him quietly absorb the power of the medicine?

The two figures entangled with him like maggots on the heels. Lin Tujue had already taken back the tattered whisk, and the rusty long sword rolled up a bright sword flower, and a move of "Starfall Thunder Gate" pointed at Feng Zhuiyun's face.

This sword technique is simple and direct, without complicated and messy changes. The moves look ordinary, but the power carried in it is extraordinary.

The thunder rolls, the stars shine, and there is a momentum like thunder.

Ye Feng used the "Ba Shi Kuang Lan" in the "King of Beasts Fist". For a moment, his boxing skills were like the wind, like a lion looking at the wilderness, like a tiger standing proudly in the mountains, and he attacked from the front and back with great domineering power.

Feng Zhuiyun gritted his teeth and persisted, dodging and moving constantly. However, in addition to the serious injuries on his body, the consumption of his energy had almost made him exhausted. After a few moves, he was hit by Lin Tujue's sword again, and his figure retreated wildly, and it seemed that even standing became very difficult.

"Brother Wuhen! If you don't help me, it will be too late. Once they kill me, how can they let you, a disciple of Tianji Temple, go?"

Feng Zhuiyun retreated while shouting at Le Wuhen who was standing far away and watching the battle.

There was obviously a component of attracting firepower in his words, trying to divert the trouble to the east, and drag Le Wuhen into the vortex of the battle.

After hearing his words, Le Wuhen seemed to be moved. He nodded, stepped forward a few steps with an indifferent expression, and suddenly, a black aura flashed all over his body, and punched heavily at this side.

Feng Zhuiyun was secretly happy.

As long as Le Wuhen could take action, whether he could entangle Lin Tujue or Ye Feng, he could greatly reduce his own pressure. He only needed an incense stick of time to recover his energy and injuries. In this way, it seemed that there was a turnaround. He had obviously not fallen into a hopeless situation.

However, his joy only lasted for a second.

The next moment, Feng Zhuiyun was shocked and his eyes were staring out.

Because he found that Le Wuhen, who he had provoked, did throw a fierce punch, but the target of that punch was Feng Zhuiyun himself.

A black gas was surging, carrying a gloomy and terrifying evil spirit, and the fist wind was faintly mixed with a shrill and tragic cry. Not only was it weird and unpredictable, but the power contained in this punch was also weird and strong. It was not any boxing method in the Tianji Palace that Le Wuhen practiced.

How... could it be like this?

Could it be that this "Le Wuhen" was not his junior brother "Le Wuhen" at all?

At this moment, Feng Zhuiyun was shocked and angry, but he could do nothing.

The black gas attack came in an instant. It took only a blink of an eye for "Le Wuhen" to attack Feng Zhuiyun. Fortunately, Feng Zhuiyun originally felt that "Le Wuhen" was very strange and was alert.

After the fists met, he staggered back, and his heart was shaken by the surging black gas.

It was too late.

Feng Zhuiyun looked at the teleportation array not far behind him. While he was still hesitating whether to leave, the two figures of Ye Feng and Lin Tujue were already chasing him.

"Lin Tujue, the surname Ye... you wait for me."

"If I don't report this, Feng will not be a human being..."

Finally, he glanced at "Le Wuhen", and his eyes swept towards Lin Tujue and Ye Feng. His eyes were sinister and vicious, and there was a strong unwillingness. He had long lost the gentlemanly demeanor of the past.

After a fierce curse, Feng Zhuiyun, who dared not hesitate any more, turned around and threw himself into the teleportation array.

He knew that if he didn't leave, he might even have to give up his life here.

What son of luck, what important task of the sect, at this moment, in his heart, naturally, it was not as important as his life...

Feng Zhuiyun fled into the teleportation array and left the underground dragon tomb. Ye Feng asked himself if he used the "Kunpeng Nine Heavens Body Skill", there would be some chance to keep him, at least he could hurt him more seriously, or even destroy his martial arts foundation.

But in the end, Ye Feng still did it. On the one hand, in order to compete for this son of luck, everyone didn't have to kill him; and the biggest reason was that "Le Wuhen" was unclear about the enemy and us. Although Tang Qingqiu was at a disadvantage, he was far from being unable to fight back. Wasting too much energy and vitality on Feng Zhuiyun would cause great trouble.

Of course, facing the "cruel words" that Feng Zhuiyun threw when he fled, Ye Feng ignored it.

He was not afraid that this person would come to seek revenge in the future. His strength was improving by leaps and bounds every day. Although he had to join forces with Lin Tujue to defeat him today, maybe next time, he would be able to defeat him alone.

Leaving Feng Zhuiyun alive could even encourage himself.

This was Ye Feng's way. He pursued the path of martial arts, but he wanted to have a clear conscience and would never have any fear.

After a brief moment of thinking, Ye Feng cast his eyes on "Le Wuhen". This "Le Wuhen" made Ye Feng very puzzled.

He was not among the thirty people who entered the underground dragon tomb. Could it be that he also came in with the teleportation talisman like himself?

And the punch he just hit Feng Zhuiyun was evil and awe-inspiring, with infinite weirdness. It was not the move that "Le Wuhen" had used before Ye Feng had seen before. From the lingering black air, it was somewhat similar to the magic sect martial arts.

Could it be that this "Le Wuhen" looks exactly like the previous Le Wuhen, but is actually not that person?

But are there two people in the world who are exactly the same? Even twin brothers can't be so similar, right? If it's not Le Wuhen, who else could this person be?

For a moment, Ye Feng's heart was filled with deep doubts...