Chapter 119 Li Wei (Part 2)

The wind wheel divides the water palm!

Ji Fengyun's move shocked the disciples in the outer sect, revealing the strong heritage and strength of his thirteenth outer sect.

Under the blockade of the unprecedentedly powerful palm, Zhao Feng felt a tightness in his chest, and there was a strong sense of depression, as if it was dull and hot before the storm.

Point to a star! Tornado!

Zhao Feng squeezed the strength of his whole body and brought the "Pointing Star Fingers" and the tornado-style profound meaning to the peak. The power of "Silver Wall Art" also exploded without reservation.

In an instant, the scream was like a thunderbolt, piercing through the void, and the wind roared and roared, heading up against the wind.

Bang puff!

With one palm and one finger, they met in the huge wind pressure, and the two forces were intertwined, and there was no scene of instant roaring.

Everyone only saw the two people on the stage, and the silence was terrifying.

Lasting for half a breath, a strong wave like a water-breaking river slashed across the void, creating a ravine.

Bang!

Zhao Feng's body was shaken back by more than ten feet, his face turned pale for a moment, and the moment he landed, he returned to normal.

At that moment of confrontation just now, he almost vomited blood on the spot.

He never expected that the mortal-level exercises tend to reach the peak of perfection, and in the hands of the half-step escape from the mortal realm, they can have such power.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath. Even if he could win today, he could not deny that it was a tragic battle.

At the moment of the confrontation, he and Ji Fengyun suffered some minor injuries, and their clothes were torn in several places.

Whether it is the previous "Wind Wheel Explosion" or the current "Wind Wheel Dividing Palm", they are all powerful moves.

The wind wheel divides the water palm!

Ji Fengyun chased after the victory, and his move could continue to activate, instilling the power of the wind wheel's internal energy into the palm of his arms.

Residual wind! Point the star!

Zhao Feng's attacking style suddenly changed, and the fingering force that broke through the air faintly showed a thrilling arc, and it flashed a terrifying cold light.

The Residual Wind Form is the third form of the Four Wind Forms, the main attack!

On that day, Zhao Feng's "Pointing Star Finger" had not yet reached the seventh level, and he did not fully understand the residual wind style, so he easily defeated Chen Feng.

Now that the residual wind style and the star-pointing finger have reached perfection, they produce the ultimate attack that is enough to threaten the half-step escape from the mortal realm.

puff! puff! call out……

Zhao Feng's attack was sharp and sharp, like a sharp cone blade, piercing through the void and competing with the "Wind Wheel Dividing Water Palm".

laugh!

Incorporating the "residual wind-style" point and star fingers, sometimes cut through the "wind wheel divides the water palm" of the monsoon clouds.

Ji Fengyun was very surprised and launched a more powerful attack.

In terms of attack alone, the combination of residual wind-style "Pointing Star Fingers" even surpassed his "Wind Wheel Dividing Water Palm".

However, "Wind Wheel Water Palm" is an overall continuous move. Instant attack is not as good as point star finger, but continuous power needs to be stronger by one level, and the attack and defense are integrated. Coupled with the advantage of Ji Fengyun's cultivation base, the effect is more and more obvious. .

puff! puff! puff!

Zhao Feng's attack can sometimes cut through the "wind wheel divides the water palm", but it can't really crack this trick.

This move is backed by Ji Fengyun's half-step out of the mortal realm's powerful internal strength, and its continuous power is amazing.

If it is said that Zhao Feng's attack is like a bow and arrow, it is instantly powerful.

Then Monsoon's move is a chainsaw, cutting continuously.

Zhao Feng activated the wind-driven, residual-wind, and star-pointing fingers, and the monsoon cloud lasted for a long time, and he could only maintain an undefeated game.

At least it is difficult to obtain an overwhelming advantage.

the other side.

There was also a trace of cold sweat on Ji Fengyun's forehead. "Wind Wheel Dividing Water Palm" was basically his strongest trump card, and it was just enough to restrain Zhao Feng's "Pointing Fingers".

It's not that he doesn't have other powerful moves, but in the face of "Pointing Star Finger", which is so powerful in single attack, it is not useful.

Only this move, the "wind wheel divides the water palm", has both offense and defense, strong continuous power, and has almost no flaws.

Looking at the two people who were caught in a protracted battle on the stage, the disciples outside the field were shocked.

Regardless of the outcome, this battle must have been an unpopular one.

Zhao Feng's super strength has shocked many disciples in the outer sect.

"Xia Dongyun" and "Wang Yang", who were challenged in the first round, looked at each other and were shocked in each other's hearts.

If it were any of them, facing Zhao Feng, it would definitely be a losing game.

In particular, the single attack of Zhao Feng's "Residual Wind" and "Pointing Fingers" can be ranked in the top ten.

Judging from the situation at the moment, Zhao Feng and Ji Fengyun are evenly divided.

In the end who wins and who loses, it depends on the staying power of both sides.

"The moves of these two people are very expensive. However, Ji Fengyun has a half-step extra-mortal cultivation base, and he will definitely win in the end."

Wang Yang analyzed.

The outer disciples present, discussing each other, are more inclined towards Ji Fengyun.

"Why is this guy's inner strength so strong?"

The monsoon on the stage was not optimistic and was extremely surprised.

As an ordinary Yae-young boy, he should be exhausted with such amazing moves.

Zhao Feng's "Gui Yuan Qi Jue" has twice the internal energy of the same level, and the "Silver Wall Jue" brings him a deeper background.

According to Zhao Feng's left eye evaluation analysis, if this consumption continues, the outcome will be five or five.

It can be seen that the real strength of Ji Fengyun, who is ranked thirteenth in the outer sect, exceeds Zhao Feng's original estimate.

If he challenges the lower ranked alternate inner disciple, such as Xia Dongyun, he can basically win.

But ranking 13th and 20th, the difference in strength is not small.

Facing the odds of winning by five to five, Zhao Feng was not reconciled.

During the battle, his eyes quickly swept away Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan under the stage.

Yang Qingshan and Nangong Fan were shocked and sluggish, their hearts hung in their throats.

In addition to being shocked, the two were more ashamed.

As senior brothers, they had so underestimated their junior brothers before.

Judging from the strength Zhao Feng showed, he was fully qualified to challenge the alternate inner disciple.

"What kind of freak is this Zhao Feng, and the battle is so terrifying..."

Princess Yunxiangmeng took a deep breath.

Only then did she realize that Zhao Feng's talents in combat and martial arts were not inferior to alchemy at all.

The two people in the stands were caught in a hard fight.

Ji Fengyun secretly complained, this battle, even if he wins, is extremely humiliating.

In case, if the tie is tied, what face will he have to meet.

Zhao Feng's left eye slowly opened, analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of both the enemy and us.

"Sometimes, a strong attack does not mean that you can win. Different moves have different characteristics and styles, and there is a restraint relationship."

Zhao Feng seems to have realized something.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's left eyeball flashed with a green lustre.

"It's over!"

Zhao Feng jumped up suddenly, facing down in mid-air, his attacking moves changed drastically.

Xuanfeng Palm! Tornado!

Between Zhao Feng's arms and palms, a layer of light blue wind was condensed.

His move, which seems slow, is in fact extremely fast, more like a coincidence of the surrounding time and place, not only the power of the individual, but also the power of the natural environment.

hum~

The moment Zhao Feng made a move, the sharp azure between his palms swirled and swirled. The edge became stronger and stronger, and the surrounding winds became more and more violent, like a vortex in the center of the river, swallowing and cutting everything.

"That trick..."

Deacon Qiu, who was presiding over the competition, changed slightly.

The "Xuanfeng Palm" that Zhao Feng used was a young girl from the Blood Python Canyon that day.

Now, he has long understood the essence of this move and integrated it into the tornado style.

Why not integrate the third-style residual wind style? Because Zhao Feng understands that the tornado-style artistic conception and style are more suitable for Xuanfeng Palm, and it is less difficult to integrate.

Furthermore, the fusion of these two styles is also a powerful continuous attack, which is just the trump card used to deal with Ji Fengyun.

The wind wheel divides the water palm!

Xuanfeng Palm! Tornado!

Two palm forces with similar styles are intertwined with high-speed rotation.

In an instant, the special pure black rock beneath his feet peeled off to produce a piece of black powder, and the dust enveloped the nearby dozens of feet.

In the black smoke billowing, the hand of the wind wheel and the hand of the whirlwind were touching.

At the beginning, Zhao Feng's Xuanfeng Palm shook slightly, and then it kept cutting and swallowing, and its power became stronger and stronger.

"What! What kind of weird move is this..."

Ji Fengyun's complexion changed greatly, and he had difficulty breathing, as if he was in the center of the vortex of the river, and it was difficult to escape.

Canopy!

The Qi Jin defense layer around Ji Fengyun's body was torn apart, and there was a "crack" in his heart.

Then in the next moment, Ji Fengyun's "Wind Wheel Dividing Water Palm" move instantly disintegrated and disintegrated, a feeling of swallowing like a knife, extending from the arm to the whole body.

"what!"

Ji Fengyun screamed, and his bloody body flew out.

When everyone saw it, Ji Fengyun left hundreds of bloodstains all over his body, which was shocking.

There are also more than a dozen bloodstains on Ji Fengyun's face, which is almost disfigured!

What a terrible move!

All the disciples outside the field were horrified and gasped.

Despite this move, Ji Fengyun was not seriously injured, and all that was left were some trauma, but the terrifying bloodstains made everyone shudder.

"That move is a bit like Benzong's "Tianfengshen Jue"."

Deacon Qiu was surprised and muttered to himself.

On the competition stage.

The two face each other far away.

Ji Fengyun made a move just now. Although he was defeated, he was not seriously injured and still had combat power.

Xuanfeng Palm! Tornado!

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, he swallowed sharp azure in his palms, and the wind swept up everywhere. That sharp and bone-piercing aura made everyone on and off the stage tremble, revealing a look of fear.

"I surrender!"

Ji Fengyun shuddered, and there were hundreds of bloodstains stabbing all over his body, warning him of the terror of his opponent's move.

If Zhao Feng's move was more powerful, then his entire body would be slaughtered, tantamount to being slashed by a thousand swords.

admit defeat!

Everyone in the audience was shocked, and they were not surprised by Ji Fengyun's choice.

Just looking at Ji Fengyun's almost disfigured face and hundreds of bloodstains all over his body, everyone felt terrified and could not help shivering.

"In this challenge, Zhao Feng wins! The winner, Zhao Feng, becomes the alternate inner disciple to replace the loser..."

Deacon Qiu's dignified and indifferent voice reverberated in the audience.

At this time, many of the outer sect disciples who were present came over in a trance, each with lingering fears.

Standing on the challenge stage, Zhao Feng glanced at the people below with indifferent eyes.

what!

Some of the outer disciples headed by Chen Feng had weak legs and were almost scared.

Today, Zhao Feng is challenging Ji Fengyun, one is to gain a foothold in the outer door, and the other is to establish his prestige.

At this moment, it seems that the effect is better than expected. Those outer disciples, looking at him, are full of fear.

The bloody, almost disfigured monsoon cloud is a living example.