Chapter 137
Words:1277Update:22/07/01 13:13:01
"Sou!" Long Bufan's leg lashed out like a whip. Yang Feng still had some ability. While his blood was in turmoil, he still used his arm to block Long Bufan's kick.
However, when Long Bufan's leg landed on Yang Feng's arm, Yang Feng felt as though a thick iron rod had smashed into him. His arm went numb and he nearly lost all feeling.
Yang Feng was shocked. What kind of strange strength was this!?
The sudden change shocked the upper echelons of the sects. That sword was definitely not as simple as it seemed! Those disciples who were only there to watch the show could not see anything, but they were all experts. Naturally, they had grasped the mystery of that sword!
How could this Long Bufan do this?
Yang Feng was sent flying by this huge force. Before he could catch his breath, he realized that Long Bufan had suddenly enlarged in his vision.
Not good!
"Seven Illusory Steps!" Yang Feng executed the Seven Illusory Steps. His body completely defied the laws of physics. He forcefully moved horizontally and dodged Long Bufan's punch. In this sudden change in direction, coupled with the turmoil in his blood, Yang Feng finally could not control the restless blood in his body. A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, Yang Feng was inexplicably horrified.
Previously, he could have trampled on and humiliated this errand boy with just one foot. Now, he was completely defeated by this move that he was so proud of. This made Yang Feng feel deeply humiliated. However, this was not the time to think about revenge. Long Bufan was like a maggot in a tarsal bone. He once again charged forward with his sword!
"I'll chop your sword into pieces!"
Because he had used up all his essence force, and now that he had only half of it, Yang Feng did not have the time to use his sword technique. He could only concentrate half of his essence force into the sword in his hand and use the strength of his flesh and the sharpness of the sword to resist Long Bufan's attack.
He had already predicted that Long Bufan would definitely withdraw his sword if he slashed down with his sword. Otherwise, his sword would be chopped into pieces.
However, he did not expect that Long Bufan would not withdraw his sword at all. He allowed his sword to strike the White Jade Sword!
Bang!
With a crisp sound, the White Jade Sword was chopped into several pieces by the violent collision of Yuan Qi!
"Die!"
Before Yang Feng had time to be surprised, Long Bufan let out a loud shout and punched the fragments of the White Jade Sword.
"Pu!" The fragments shot out in all directions like hidden weapons!
Even if Yang Feng had the Seven Illusory Steps, he wouldn't be able to dodge the projectiles at such a close distance!
"Ahhhhhh!!"
Yang Feng screamed in pain. His shoulder, abdomen, and thigh were hit by the shards at the same time. Blood splattered everywhere. One of the shards even penetrated Yang Feng's shoulder!
Then, Long Bufan unceremoniously kicked Yang Feng in the chest.
"Puchi!" Yang Feng spat out a mouthful of blood as several of his ribs were broken. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string!
"Stop!"
The moment Long Bufan kicked Yang Feng, the Deacon Elder flew up like a cheetah. The chair behind him was smashed into pieces by the Yuan Qi.
The Deacon Elder rushed into the arena like a gust of wind and caught the heavily injured Yang Feng. He immediately took out a medicine bottle and applied medicine on Yang Feng.
After applying the medicine, the Deacon Elder looked up at Long Bufan with a gloomy face. "You brat, you're so ruthless at such a young age!"
The Deacon Elder used Yuan Qi in his words. Every word was like a steel ball falling to the ground, full of vigor.
Facing the pressure of a Profound Gate Realm expert, Long Bufan's eyes focused. He secretly circulated the Black Devil Art to resist the pressure. He said expressionlessly, "You say I'm ruthless, then what's not ruthless? When Yang Feng stabbed my brother, why didn't you say Yang Feng was ruthless? You can't tell right from wrong. Why are you still a bullshit Deacon Judge! "
"Good! You still dare to talk back!? " The Deacon Elder suddenly took a step forward and a murderous aura erupted from his body. When this murderous aura erupted, it made people feel as if the Deacon Elder was a ferocious beast that could pounce at any time.
Ordinary people would be intimidated by the aura of a ferocious beast trapped in a cage, not to mention that the Deacon Elder could attack at any time in the arena. However, Long Bufan still didn't show the slightest bit of fear.
Although the Deacon Elder's strength was several times stronger than his, Long Bufan saw that mysterious man with terrifying abilities at the auction house. Compared to that man, the Deacon Elder was just an ant. If he was afraid of an ant, what qualifications did he have to pursue the peak of martial arts?
Realizing that his aura and murderous aura couldn't suppress Long Bufan at all, the Deacon Elder was a little angry.
"You also said that Yang Feng didn't take the initiative to admit defeat in the arena. He still has consciousness, which means that the battle will continue, so …"
At this point, Long Bufan's voice paused and a cold light flashed in his eyes. His spiritual sense moved slightly and a scarlet blood light suddenly sprang out from Yang Feng's chest, bringing with it a flower of blood.
"Ah — —!!"
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